Ok, so you clicked on this thread for one of three reasons.
1, To find out what the heck the thread title even means, and who is this showboat for whom "Hi, it's me." just ain't enough for a first post.
2, Have nothing better to do. (Don't worry, I'll have milk and cookies and some pics later on for some show and tell. Pull up a seat and settle in.)
3, You care. (Aw, so sweet. Hope I don't disappoint.)
Well as the title might or might not denote to you I am a man becoming a woman, or a woman unbecoming a man or just an unbecoming woman or man. Confusing yet?
It certainly was for me, at least for the first 31 years of my life.
In those years, I lived life as a not overly masculine but still unfeminine woman. (Unless you count the long hair and occasionally "accidentally" left long fingernails.)
If this confusion under the skin (pardon the pun) wasn't enough, I spent half my life in the States and the other half in Eastern Europe where I was born. I've traveled the world on a budget that would make priceline shoppers look like Howard Hughes so I have seen a thing or two.
I have worked for various companies in various industries doing very feminine jobs such as as donning cammys and toting an M16 in the Marines to owning a hot rod shop.
Finally the fun-lovin emotional roller coaster of my life came to a screeching halt when a habit of mine of many years (my increasing interest in female clothing and as an extension, the extensive self modeling of said items became less of a high and more of a standard. I knew that the gig was up.
Hence I marched my happy butt down to a dear therapist with whom we both looked at the map and declared: Eureka, he is a she, or he was always a she, so now how to do we make the rest of she, she.
Fast forward a couple of months, I am sitting in the endocrinologists office gathering up my courage in 4 inch heels to say: "Can I have some of them there magic pills that make certain things grow and other things not get my body and brain on speaking terms to start to fill up with what it was sidetracked from somewhere when I was kicking around in my mothers womb and some gene decided that much like the mars rover, it would calculate measurements in feet but enter them in meters with something royally lost in translation?
"Would you like for me to stick ya, patch ya or pill ya" was all she said and off we were.
So here I am a month and a half into it, feeling happy and scared, confident yet vulnerable and charting my course every day to navigate around the pitfalls of a road very few of us have traveled and none have travelled without stories to tell and a few bumps and bruises along the way.
So here I am, to help heal the bumps (of mine and others) and exchange a story or two with others on their way from Mars to Venus. (If you are headed the other way, sit on down, I heard this train just goes round and round so you are in the right place too.)
Of course I try not to disappoint and in this world of ADD, if you have come this far you deserve more than just words on a page so here are some pics. (Don't get excited, this isn't where you find out who was on the grassy knoll, it's just lil ol me.) And if you just scrolled down and skipped all the talk, I don't blame ya. I can get a little long winded at times. Kudos to you for going around the system. LOL
xoxo
Cadence
First off, please pardon the pics, my partner is a professional photographer and what do I always take pics with? My darned cell cam. So yeah.....
This one is the most recent (last night) from a Halloween shindig my partner and I went to. I call it "sexy geisha"... honestly call it what you will, it is just my excuse to wear something naughty out with 6 inch heels and not stand out. LOL
IMG_3167 by
CadenceLS, on Flickr
Originally I studied to be and then was for a bit a cinematographer (absolutely nothing you might have even seen on even 3 AM cable access.)LOL, but good and/or interesting lighting always fascinates me, so here is some interesting lighting with.. oh.. look... me.
IMG_3164 by
CadenceLS, on Flickr
