We Got Mail

We received two great responses from our religious post yesterday here in Cyrsti’s Condo:

  • KeithJune 5, 2019 at 10:44 AM“Genesis 1:27: “God created man(kind) in his image……….male AND female he created them”. It is not the exclusionary connector, OR, but the inclusive connector AND. We all have varying PROPORTIONS OF BOTH, according to the first book of the bible, the introduction to our connectedness to God. As and deepens in their spiritual awareness one tends to understand the scriptures at a deeper level, as originally intended. Thanks for your post.”
  • GracieJune 5, 2019 at 9:49 PM“I have a hard time getting too excited about Deuteronome 22:5 after a little scholarly research. Although not completely understood, there is some speculation that it may have had to do with admonition of some pagan rituals that were performed crossdressed. Or in a society where men and women socialized separate from each other, it was a way to get together with the opposite sex for illicit purposes. If taken too literally, one could suppose that the majority of contemporary western women will be going to hell for wearing pants, and St. Joan of Arc is also burning in hell.”
  • Thanks to both of you for responding!

It Finally Happened

I think I receive surprisingly little negative feedback about being transgender. Yesterday though, for some reason, my post about Ava Glasscott being named a parade Marshall for Boston Pride fired up a religious right person here on my WordPress blog. (I write two blogs, one on another platform.)

Here is the verse, which I guess pertains to me too:

Deuteronomy 22:5

“The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman’s garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the LORD thy God.”

1 John 2:16

“For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.”

Without becoming too religious, I am not a Biblical scholar. the Bible to me has always been a wonderful history book full of contradictions. Search close enough and you can find a phrase or two to contradict other verses. 

And, what about following the simple all forgiving work of Jesus which a few of today’s so called Christians have seemingly forgotten. 

Enough said.

Girls Day Out

It turns out, our yard sale was a very relaxing experience.  I was there with my partner Liz and two other women part of the day Saturday and the whole day Sunday. The weather turned out to be excellent. 

Being in the company of women has always felt more comfortable to me, so it was no real surprise this would be any different. 

As you can see in the picture, that is me lounging out to the far right. 

Even the red neck village was sort of well behaved. I only saw three Confederate flags on the back of pick up trucks and motorcycles. 

My only personal challenge was leaving with Liz for a bit on Sunday. We went down the street to a convenience store for snacks and a rest room break. As it turned out, the place was nearly empty and we got in and out with out even a glance from the cashier. 

As the day went on, I did have a chance to sit back and reflect on my past. I wondered to myself the differences in hanging out with women rather than men. To me, for the most part women are more laid back when dealing with each other and change when men come around. An example was when a man was waited on versus a woman. The man always received more attention. I guess that is human nature but it’s interesting to see when you have walked both sides of the gender frontier. 

The weekend turned out to be fun.

Green Power

Long ago when I first started down the long feminine path to living full time, I learned many of the retail clerks I interacted with didn’t care I was cross dressed, only that I had money. 

Little did I know, way back then, I was touching the basics of an up and coming LGBTQ economic force.

Yesterday, I received an email from Elouise alerting me to an article called “The SMB Guide to Success in the LGBTQ Market. 

I call it the “Anti” Chick fil a/Hobby Lobby post. Two decidedly anti LGBTQ companies. Here is the beginning of the article from  Website Planet:

“If you own or manage a small or medium-sized business (SMB), this article is for you. With less resources to play around with, SMBs must pull on all available resources to effectively work with and market to a wide customer base focused on interests, not social demographics.

That’s why SMBs must begin building strategies to effectively market to and work in an LGBTQ-affirming world.

The LGBTQ market is one of the fastest-growing sectors out there, and it’s becoming an increasingly valuable customer base across all industries. In fact, according to GayStar News, a conservative estimate on the size of the global LGBTQ market is $3.7 trillion – that’s a huge market that could be left out of your customer base unless you take the right steps. This community is also particularly sensitive to social issues.”

This is a very good in depth piece,  if you would like to read it follow the link above!

Have You Watched Pose?

To be truthful with you, I haven’t. But, after reading this post from “Film Daily“, I found out why I should:

“Pose is stacked with milestones. The FX drama features the largest transgender cast in TV history and boasts the first transgender woman of color to direct an episode of television, thanks to the talents of best-selling writer Janet Mock.

Those are some outstanding foundations to rest a show of this power upon, but dig deeper and Pose is harboring even more firsts. You can even bingewatch S1 now on Netflix if you want a rewatch or need to get your fix.

Pose is one of the first shows in a long time that we’ve so passionately gone crazy for. Within the eight episodes of the near-flawless first season, it’s proven itself luminous, devastating, life-affirming, horrifying, majestic, profound, and nothing short of mesmerizing.

The writing on Pose is masterful, bounding between heavy sociopolitical and LGBTQI issues against a period backdrop of the 80s, while capably serving up an entertaining narrative – not an easy feat at all”

For more of the post, follow the link above!

Busy Weekend

The Memorial Day Weekend is turning out to be busier than I expected. First of all, since I am a transgender veteran, I am very cognizant of the fact the weekend is much more than a three day holiday. I will have more on that in my Cyrsti’s Condo Memorial day post.

In the meantime, Liz and I are joining friends tonight at the usual Italian restaurant we go to on a regular basis. Then, Sunday morning, we are joining my daughter’s family for breakfast. It turns out my oldest Grandson is heading out to North Dakota to be a Boy Scout lifeguard for the summer.  So it will be the last time we will see him for awhile. 

He seems to break the mold of the usual teen aged boy who only wants to set around and play games. 

The weather has all of the sudden caught up to the fact it is almost June and we are experiencing temperatures near 90 degrees (F). The weather will give me an excuse to wear my other new sleeveless tank top. The ombre’ top I wore to graduation can’t be worn again in front of the same people, so I may wear it tonight with a pair of leggings. For a whole different group of people.  Then I could wear the other top Sunday, which is a gray color with an geometric black pattern. 

Monday we are saving to cookout here at the home front…just ourselves. 

Road Trip

Yesterday was what I call “Blood Day” at the Dayton, Ohio Veterans Administration Medical Center. It was my three month visit to hematology to check the iron levels in my blood. If the iron goes too high, they have to take a pint out. Which is not my favorite time.

Normally, I am mostly upbeat about my treatment from the VA. Yesterday turned out to be the exception though. Of course, most of you know, or have guessed by now I am a transgender veteran.

Before I go to hematology, I have to have blood labs taken, so without fail I did that and stopped at the cafeteria afterwards to eat. I was starving since I had to fast before the labs and I had no breakfast. Plus I had to wait an hour for the results of the blood work to come back. By this time, I was feeling good about myself. I was dressed nice in my red sweater, red patterned paisley leggings and black flats. Even my back felt fairly good after all the walking.

Surprisingly, breakfast was good (or I was just that hungry) and I headed up to hematology. Little did I know, I would soon be reliving a part of my Army days. Hematology told me the lab vampires had taken the wrong samples and I would have to go back and do the whole process again. Fortunately, the line to get my labs taken again was not very long. I repeated the process and headed back to hematology to wait, and wait and wait.

At least the two hours came out with a good ending. My iron was at an acceptable level again. Plus after a little research, we found I have not had to have any blood taken since last November. So, after my next appointment in three months with the Doc, hopefully I will be able to do away with the three month scheduling all together and just come every six months.

So maybe the old Army “hurry up and wait” theory was worth it after all. It’s just another two hours of my life I will never get back.

Ladies

Today (Saturday) was typically martial arts day for Liz and an afternoon of running errands for both of us. 

Something must have gone right for me today since the closeted cross dresser was even semi civil to me. The hour class went by in a hurry and I caught up on my busy work on my phone. I am trying to connect a guy working on LGBT history in Dayton, Ohio with Columbus, Ohio trans historian J.M. Ellison to see if they have anything in common. In addition the guy in Dayton was asking if I have anything to add. I really don’t think I do because I didn’t actually live in Dayton (just close to it) and so really didn’t know much about the LGBT scene there.

The grocery store was predictably bland except for one possible other transgender woman I see there often. I was waiting at the bank for Liz to open a savings account and only was able to see her (the trans woman) at a distance. 

Seemingly, it took forever for the banking transaction to be completed, so I spent my time reading a Cincinnati Magazine detailing the booming local/world food scene. About the time I was getting very restless, Liz and the bank manager emerged and the manager (also a woman) said “You ladies have a good afternoon.” 

Her statement was enough to erase any restlessness and propelled me on to the rest of my afternoon. 

The day will continue on until tonight when we are invited again to dinner with a couple of our cross dresser acquaintances.It should be interesting, as always!

Break Down

Connie kindly read the lengthy article I spotlighted here in Cyrsti’s Condo about the ridiculous transgender military ban. You can see the post here. Here is her (Connie’s) take:

“Let me first make it clear that I think this ban is ridiculous, and unconstitutional, as well. Bravo for these women’s efforts!

The part of the story that really intrigues me is this part:

“She’s worried about people who are only just realizing they’re transgender. Hendrick came out at 46 years old and hadn’t known of a trans person other than on television before 2014. She said one of her clients realized they were trans after seeing congressional testimony from a trans military member.

“When I realized what was going on with me, I was like ‘I have to transition now, even if it ruins my career. I’ve been alive for 46 years and I have not experienced life as who I truly am. I need to do this,’” Hendrick said.

I realize that my gender identity and dysphoria are mine, and mine alone. I can’t expect that every other trans person has had the same experiences. However, it’s difficult for me to believe that one goes through life, especially into middle-age, unaware of their own dysphoria – let alone never seeing some sort of similarity between themselves and trans people they have seen on TV. I also understand denial, but you can’t deny something unless you’ve first recognized it.

I can only take her (Hendrick’s) statement as her own truth. When I was 46, I was hiding in the closet, having lived with my dysphoria since early childhood. While she made a complete transition (physically, anyway) in just two years, I was still hiding myself in the closet at 48. In fact, it was another ten years before I could decide that I had to live the rest of my life as a woman. 

I certainly don’t advocate following my path to transition, but, even had I not been the procrastinator that I am, I don’t think I could have made such a drastic change in only two years’ time. Although I don’t believe in all the “rapid onset” nonsense, this case seems just about as rapid as it could be.

As I said, intriguing.”


Thanks! 

Transgender History

One of the pleasant surprises this weekend at the Trans Ohio Symposium was the interest in transgender history. I guess rarely do I think of myself as a person who matters as an interesting link to our community’s transgender past.

J.M. Ellison

J. M. Ellison was the keynote speaker on Saturday. As I mentioned in a previous post, their presentation leaned heavily on transgender history. All of a sudden I was reliving my days of trying to follow the exploits of  Virginia Prince and her Transvestia Magazine.

The more I heard, the more I started to remember the Pre Stonewall Days when men could be arrested for simply dressing like women in public.  Remembering back, I had to have heard or read about the arrests during my pre teen years in the 1950’s/early 60’s primarily in Dayton, Ohio.

Of course, this was all before Al Gore invented the internet and any news concerning being a transvestite was extremely difficult to find.

As we (J.M. Ellison and I) spoke later, I went into my memories of my resultant Tri Ess mixers in Cleveland and Columbus, Ohio. My earliest days (Late 1970’s) of finally meeting others of like gender persuasions. To my knowledge Tri-Ess is still in existence today. One of my earliest learning experiences had to do with the “layers” of “cross dressers” I encountered. All the way from men in dresses smoking big cigars and wearing cowboy hats to ultra impossibly feminine creatures who I couldn’t believe were ever male at all. Even back then, I had a difficult time figuring out where I belonged in this setting. These were the years before the transgender label was even used at all. One way or another though, I was always able to go when I could and learn more about my gender conflicted self each time.

Back tracking a bit to J.M. Ellison’s interview with me, one of the more intriguing questions they asked me was…was I a feminist?

A question we will discuss in another Cyrsti’s Condo blog post which involves us all!