Connie commented on my diet post yesterday which joked about having to run around in the shower just to get wet:
” Maybe you should run yourself a bath, instead? 🙂 Keep it up, girl! I’ve gotten down to just 5 pounds over my high school football weight of 167 (I drank so many milk shakes with raw eggs just to maintain that back then). I weigh myself once a week, mostly out of curiosity, but I’ve learned, as have you, that the scale is not the best way to keep track. I’m hoping to drop that 5 pounds in the next two weeks, as I am living the bachelorette life until my wife returns from her Mexican vacation (I like Mexico, but I’m not sure it would like me anymore).”
I agree about taking a Mexican vacation! My goal is to get down to my Basic Training (Army) weight of 180. But overall, I just want to try to have more energy and feel better.
Speaking or writing of a vacation, Facebook did me a favor (?) and sent me a photo of our summer trip out west to Colorado a couple years ago. On the way we stopped at an ancient train depot in Abilene, Kansas. It was 99 degrees that day. FYI, I am a huge rail buff.
As I mentioned, today is my youngest grandson’s birthday (13th). Also, due to our new diet, we will be packing our own sugar and flour free lunch. Obviously too, we will not be partaking in any of the birthday cake or ice cream. Sooner more than later I will have to run around in the shower to get wet.
As I try in this post to try to tie up some loose ends, here is a comment/question from Connie:
” There’s no doubt that trans people can be as rude as anyone else. Was the quote said directly from the DJ, or was the T word just added by the accuser to up the ante? Not only can anyone be rude, anyone, including trans people, can be too easily offended, sometimes. I probably would never return to a place where I was called the T word, but I would apologize if what I had done was thought to be rude. I hope that there isn’t a blow-up over it all.”
To clarify, the guy has never come close enough to me to use the “T” word. So, I took for granted what I heard was second hand and by an individual who over the years (literally) has seemingly done her best to snub the group,
After all, transgender people are no different than the rest of the population, Some are good folk, some not so much.
The person involved in the whole event supposedly, has never gotten back with me. For all I know, the DJ denied ever saying it or even apologized.
Yesterday was therapy day. I have mentioned many times here in Cyrsti’s Condo how long I have been with my VA therapist. She is my original therapist with the VA who helped me with my hormone replacement therapy program as well as the paper work to get my legal name change rolling. In other words, a long time.
During most sessions she asks me about the blog and this session our discussion here on “Confidence” caught her attention. Yesterday, it really did when I quoted the conversation here by saying “Confidence is our one greatest accessory.” She was so impressed, she wrote it down.
Most of the time I forget I have to backtrack with her and explain what I am saying. An example would be the process we transgender women and men go through to live a new life as our authentic selves. According to Connie, it’s a wall:
” I remember much discussion, here on CC, about sitting on the wall (straddling the fence). That may be one degree past being up against the wall, but it’s where many of us end up for far too long. Once I had built up enough nerve to make the jump to the other side, I found it to be a soft landing – and I have walked confidently on this side of the wall ever since.”
I always referred to my “wall” as a slippery slope. The more I experimented living in a feminine world, sure it was scary but it felt so natural. Finally I made the decision to permanently put my male persona in the closet and live 24/7 as a transgender woman.
Perhaps the teacher will learn just a little more to help the next novice trans person she encounters. I keep telling my therapist to consider just the smallest gender aspect of her life she takes for granted and reverse it. Another example would be when she wakes up in the morning. She has the gender privilege of knowing she is a woman. Most of us knew it too but had to really work to express it.
It’s really wonderful when the teacher learns too.
Finally an old picture. This picture taken after my first trip to a real woman’s hair solon. A birthday gift from my daughter. from 2015.
As you can see by the selfie, Liz and I did make it out last night to enjoy eating at one of our favorite restaurants.
The food was good and I was able to show off my quite expensive dental work.
Aside from the woman who sat us, our server was adequate but friendly and referred to us as “ladies.”
Also from yesterday, I commented on the heat wave going on out West. I mentioned Connie who lives in Seattle. Since Seattle isn’t used to such intense heat, a large percentage of the population doesn’t have air conditioning.
Does Connie? Let’s find out:
“Well, the thermometer on our deck is reading 110, and it’s only 3:00 pm! The composite decking may be influencing the thermometer to read higher than the actual temp, but it showed 98 when it was in the shade earlier. Anyway, I’m glad I’m not working outside today, although we’re one of the 67% of residences that does not have AC here in Seattle, so being inside is not so great, either. I discovered that I’ve collected seven electric fans over the years, though. I wish I had that many fans left for my musical career, and I know what may still remain is not very electric anymore. 🙂
The worst part of this heat is that I have to wear a wig! Of course, I could go without it, but I don’t think the skin on top of my head is my (as you put it) most valuable beauty commodity.”
Stay cool all. As you can see I have my mane of hair pulled back to stay cool.
As I have written about here in Cyrsti’s Condo, last night was the monthly Thursday social hosted by the transgender – cross dresser group I am part of here in Cincinnati.
For once, since Liz had to work, I was able to arrive early. Ironically, I walked into a chaotic hot mess. The poor hostess had some sort of a vague idea of a reservation but couldn’t come up with who made it and for how many.
Seemingly as she was frozen in in decision, I simply turned around a grabbed a seat at the bar next to several other of the attendees. I was good. The beer was cold and the conversation was light.
Sooner more than later, the organizers arrived and attempted to dispel the confusion. Order was restored and we ended up waiting a bit longer for a couple of tables to open up.
I’m sure for many of the people who were there, the whole delay was no problem because of the “special occasion” of being cross dressed in their feminine best. For the rest of us, we were doing our best to enjoy the company. As I said, the beer was cold, the conversation was light and the food was good. The venue even treated us to several free appetizers. The best part was outside of one person, no one acted like an idiot. It was her 79th birthday and I guess one way or another she was going to try to be the center of attention.
My only problem was my back. After and hour or so, I become very uncomfortable.
There were pictures taken, if any are worthwhile, I will pass them along.
As I perhaps have pointed out, there is another “social” scheduled for Thursday night in one of the local seafood restaurants. The event is hosted by the transgender – cross dresser group I am part of. The group also has support group meetings which are still virtual and I have not attended recently.
So far it looks as if I will be attending by myself as Liz most likely will have to work over.
I am looking forward to getting out of the house again and casually dressing up as I have dinner. I am slightly different than more than a few of the others because I don’t have to go all out to impress anyone in the group. I am planning to wear my favorite form fitting patterned tank top along with a pair of my khaki culottes and black flats. I am going to pull my hair back into a flowing mane and wear a pair of dangling ear-rings to get about as dressed up as I get. As much as I don’t really care about the group, I do care about how the public perceives me.
The venue is slightly upscale so I feel, I should be too.
The picture is not what I am wearing but does show approximately how far hormone replacement therapy has changed me. Back then the hair was a wig and the rest was padding. Now it is all me.
Recently, I mentioned briefly about finally getting my application to the “Transgender Writer’s Association” approved. The hold up was the email mix up between my CyrstiH@Yahoo.com old email and my newer Jessie751 email which is under my legal name. One it was resolved and they figured out I was a real person, the application went through.
Then I found I wasn’t finished. There is a sight called “Slack” which asked me to join too. Turns out it is also a group of transgender orientated writers asking for input.
Also, Google has announced it is doing away with it’s “Feedburner” subscription service. Not to worry I guess because I received an email yesterday from a new service seeking to add all of Googles’ former customers.
Of course it turns out there are extra steps I need to take also to make sure it happens correctly.
Retried MMA fighter is a veteran of the Navy and is from Toledo, Ohio.
Now, Fallon Fox cannot wait to share her story with the world.
Fox, the first openly transgender mixed martial arts fighter, is working with Mark Gordon Pictures on a new biopic based on her career and life. Eight years after coming out publicly, Fox will now get a dramatized retelling of a story that dominated the sports world.
“It feels amazing. I feel like my story is finally going to get out there in a big way,” Fox told ET Canada. “I’m not sure how it’s going to run. Maybe it’s going to be informative, but it’s going to be entertaining and people are going to get a lot out of it.“
With all the discord going on in the country concerning transgender athletes, her story is definitely timely.
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.