I had a pleasant surprise yesterday. My partner Liz and I were invited out for “Happy Hour” Margaritas with a woman friend of hers at a nearby Mexican Restaurant.
The invite turned out to be a happy two hours of chit chat. We basically talked about the direction of the spiritual social group we are in. Which included future meetups, Cincinnati Pride and the Witches Ball.
All went well and I enjoyed being included in “How are you ladies doing today.” And being called “Mam” by the male server. I don’t think it will ever get old.
Changing the subject, tonight is the support group meeting of Crossport , the transgender – cross dresser group I am a member of. Normally, always something interesting comes fro it. Tonight is the big preparation night for Friday’s clothing swap which we are doing in conjunction with another transgender group here in town. Last year I found a purple leather fringed purse I gave to Liz since her favorite color is purple. It will be interesting if I can find anything nice this year.
What I really want to say tonight is (and I won’t), can certain members stop the stories of their old male muscle car antics. Or at least come up with some new ones. I just don’t understand why some of these people want to glorify their old male existence as much as they do. A percentage of them though are cross dressers who still live in the male world. Perhaps it helps them to keep one foot in that world even though they are dressed feminine. I know years ago when I was exploring the impossible dream of coming out of my closet, I did close to the same thing.
Now I just want to forget most of what I did back then would just go away.
Speaking or going away, tomorrow is my monthly therapist visit. On the way, I am going to stop by the old vacant lot I still own to see if anyone has been littering it. I have been putting it off, so it’s finally time to take care of any issues which may have cropped up. If I can.
Finally, before I forget. I hope you all have a great week!