Sarah McBride

From Washington (CNN)”Transgender activist Sarah McBride announced Tuesday that she’s running for a Senate seat in her home state of Delaware.

Sarah McBride

McBride, 28, would become the first transgender person elected to a state senate if chosen to represent Delaware’s 1st District. McBride made waves at the Democratic National Convention in 2016 as the first transgender person to speak at a major party convention.

McBride said that her campaign won’t center on her identity, but instead hinge on expanding affordable health care and reforming the state’s criminal justice system.

“A lot of people know me because of my advocacy in the LGBTQ community, but I want to be clear that that has not been my most formative experience,” McBride told CNN on Tuesday.

McBride said the experience of caring for her late husband through a battle with cancer shaped her focus on health care, particularly her charge to increase access to paid family medical leave.

“I don’t want anyone to go through that experience, but I also know that thousands of people are going through it every day,” McBride said.”

Good luck Sarah!

Busy Day!

Yesterday turned out to be a much busier day than I expected. In fact, it turned out to one of those “Army” style days when you hurry up and wait much of the day.

The morning started with an always exciting trip to the DMV to get new tags for our new car. Well, it’s new to us! I didn’t think I would be needed, so I grabbed a seat to wait for Liz to wind her way through an insanely long line to get to a clerk. It turned out since my name was on the title too, I had to step up and be part of the process. All went well until the clerk asked how we described our relationship for the record. I said “Partner.” She glared at me and said “How long?” I glared back and said eight years and she seemed satisfied and went on to the next question. After an eternity, the whole fun filled process was over.

Next was Liz’s eye appointment. The only thing I can say, the place was air conditioned and had comfortable chairs. Soon we left and headed to one of the close neighborhood specialty food stores to look for produce. After squeezing the mango’s it was past time to head to the pharmacy because they close every day for a lunch break between 1:30 and two. Liz was offered some sort of a discount card for her prescription. That was the good news, the bad news was she had to call a number to get it. Of course by that time, the lunch break was upon us and we ended waiting the extra half hour to try to get the prescription filled. It all turned out to be for naught because the phone lines were closed till Monday.

All of the fooling around made us late for our next appointment.  We were supposed to pick up a friend and be at a restored Cincinnati church which has been made into a craft brewery and event center. We were checking it out for perhaps holding a future Witches Ball there. Also we were supposed to meet the disc jockey we were thinking of using this year. By the time we got there, we were a half hour late. Personally, I loved the place. It brought back fond memories of escaping a hot humid day in a cold bar drinking cold beer and relaxing. Although the meeting itself made it hard to relax, I was treated like any other person in the place.

The disc jockey was a trip. We as a group got some push back for using him because supposedly he was a neo nazi in his past. So, we wanted to meet him naturally, to hear his side of the story. Interestingly, Liz said if he avoids me, maybe he is a Nazi. Because they would be more apt to steer clear of a transgender person.

To make a long story short, I don’t think he is or was a Nazi and someone is just out to get to us through him. It’s sad because all the money raised goes to charity (homeless shelter) and we don’t make anything for what essentially is huge pain in the rear. I keep thinking this will be the last year.

After taking our friend home, we finally were able to stop at an Aldi Food Store and do some light shopping for a late dinner.

After all of that, we ran out of time and the day came to an end. Thank goodness.

Lesson learned? If and when you get a chance to live a full life as a transgender woman…never look back!

Passing?

I saw a post somewhere the other day about the importance of a person’s “passing privilege.” 

First of all, I am not a big fan of the passing comment at all and always like to refer back to Stana’s Femulate comment referring to how she always passed with care, by using her horn, flashing her lights etc. 

As far as I am concerned, I go back to what a transgender woman friend told me years ago. She said, I passed out of sheer will power. So many years later, I still do. 

I was never blessed with being a “natural.” It took me a long time to realize the compliment “You make a great looking woman,” was missing the rest of the comment…for a man. Evan though I grew up desperately wanting to be a girl, I lived in a male dominated world and had precious little time to express my “feminine side.”

My real inclusion into having any passing privilege at all came after I made the decision to go on HRT. All the good things happened like hair, breasts, soft skin and a rounder face. However, I do believe sometime in the future I will get a health pay back in return for messing around with my body’s hormonal basic’s.

In the mean time though, I will continue to put my best feminine foot forward to the world the best I can. Out of sheer will power.

Hopefully I won’t wear my horn out when I get the chance to pass.     

Bored

After every up moment such as this weekend, there naturally comes a period of “what now?” 

I have nothing going on this week until Friday when we have our monthly transgender-cross dresser social at the Mexican Restaurant we go to quite a bit. 

It’s still too early to decide, but since we are still baking in our mini heat wave, I probably will wear my other maxi dress. 

Other than that, I will be riding along with Liz to her doctor’s appointments, which require no special preparation to speak of. Just the normal jeans and minimal make up.

All the Prides in the area are now done, so it’s a let down too. Most of the euphoria of Pride can be tempered with all the tragic violence against transgender women around the country and the world. Pride is a powerful example of what is possible…if we all stick together and make it happen.

More Acceptance

The person I hadn’t had contact with in over eleven years took very little time in getting back in touch with me.

It turns out she lives in Phoenix, Arizona now and while being surprised (shocked) at my gender transition news she accepted it one hundred percent.  Further more she wants to see if I can add any information on my ancestry for her. It should be interesting.

Speaking of interesting, we (Liz and I) are booking a trip to Colorado in approximately three weeks. We get the dubious thrill of riding a tour bus through quite a bit of boring scenery (from Ohio) before the fun starts. I am a huge train buff and we will ride four different rail lines and even spend a couple days in Denver.

The tough parts will be figuring what to pack for a ten day trip and holding back all the internal fears I have about being “discovered” by a mean old lady on the trip. I call it my “Transgender-PTSD.” This is actually our fourth time doing this, so you would think I would be getting better.

More than likely nothing will happen and I will have done all of this worrying for nothing.

It’s Never Easy

Out of the clear blue sky this morning on one of my ancient e-mail accounts, I received a message from an old acquaintance (2011) asking how I was doing. By the way, 2011 was the year I decided to follow my instincts and come out as transgender. 

Without hesitation, I told her the reason she could not find me on any social media as a guy anymore was because I wasn’t one anymore. 

We shall see if I get a return comment.

Changing topics now, I am going back to yesterday’s post concerning Kansas’s new birth certificate ruling which allows transgender residents to change their birth certificates to reflect their true gender. 

According to Connie, there is much more to it:

 ” I believe that half of the states that do allow gender changes on birth certificates do so only after GRS; not like Kansas just did, requiring just a sworn statement. If you’re lobbying the state of Ohio to allow the change, make sure that they follow Kansas’ example. I was born in Arizona, which is one of the states requiring GRS, so I’m out of luck. 
Another thing that is not so great, even though a state may allow the gender change, is that the new certificate may be stamped “altered” or “modified.” Anything short of a gemder-changed birth certificate being just like any other issued is just a certificate of proof so that one can out themselves officially. “

To my knowledge, Ohio’s changes would be the same as Kansas, but we will have to see what happens. Ohio allows the “modified” certificate now, so we are hoping to move past all of that.

Now There are Two

Kansas has become the 48th state in America to allow transgender people to change the gender designations on their birth certificates.

The Kansas Department of Health and Environment has entered a consent judgment in a federal lawsuit to allow people to legally change the gender in their birth records by submitting a personal sworn statement of gender identity.

In addition, they would have to provide a drivers license or passport with their new identity, or an affidavit from a physician or mental health professional attesting to the person’s gender identity.

Now, the only two states left not allowing birth certificate changes are Tennessee and Ohio. I am sure some of you discerning Cyrsti’s Condo’s readers are aware I am from Ohio. 

Our birth certificate case is in the courts now and hopefully we will climb out of the middle ages in this area also.

I have changed all my other gender markers and am waiting to do my birth certificate too!

Staying up Late

Last night’s monthly dinner social with the transgender – cross dresser group we are part of came off as predicted…good food and over by nine. About that time, word started to spread about a Cincinnati Pride kick off party at a old restored theater. Since Liz had the day off Friday, we decided to go.

The crowd at the kick off party was predictable but fun. I am fairly sure I was one of the few transgender people in the venue. Most of the participants were gay men interspersed by lesbians and drag queens. In particular one drag king performer put on a sexy burlesque show which was dynamite.

To make a long story short, I drank too many beers and stayed out late but a good time was had by all. 

Happy “Parent’s Day”

Today is Father’s Day, or Parent’s Day as my daughter prefers to call it.

As far as my Dad was concerned, he seemed to follow a trend I saw this morning on the news. Current Fathers spend three times the amount of time with their kids as Dad’s did back in 1965. I would have been approximately halfway through high school.

I respected my Dad but I can’t say we were ever able to express any love between each other. Our roles seemed to be deeply predefined.  Plus we were deeply divided on what was going on in the country in the 60’s.

He was a child of the Great Depression and a survivor of World War II. Very much the self made man.

He passed on years ago and to my knowledge never had any idea of my gender problems.

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

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.