Ya know, I kind of suck at keeping a blog. Going to make it a point to do at least one per week going forward, a lofty goal for my OCD self.... So I guess some update: The kids now know... and are so supportive!!!! The youngest has known for a long while. She needed to as she was struggling with her own very young identity. The middle one - I trusted his mom's judgement. And then there's the oldest, the one that scared me the absolute most. I once wrote that I believed she was outright anti-trans. And maybe at that time she was. She is a devout Christian, growing daily in her faith and her relationship with God. And while I'm unbelievably supportive of her developing and flourishing that relationship, I can't say it didn't worry me. Christians and LGBT people don't typically mix. "I'm going to ask you a very simple question, and you can answer just 'yes' or 'no.,'" "Okay." "Do you know and just don't know what or...
Image by Markus Winkler from Pixabay This week has been hard. Hell, it's been hard since Jan. 20, but that's a whole other conversation. Since coming out as transgender in October, I've been relegated to wigs. In June 2024, I was bald - as in razor shaved head sitting on a beach bald. So it's been slow going getting my hair to grow out. Knowing how hair works, I knew I needed to get the dead ends cut off to keep it healthy and growing, but thought, "What if I can style it in a pixie and feel comfortable?" On Monday, I went to a La Ti Da Salon and got it cut. The lady who did it was really sweet, despite my consistent inability to sustain small talk. (That's a lifelong issue for me. I just don't know how to do it being socially awkward.) On Tuesday, I went to work with just MY hair. Additionally, my breast development has gotten to a point to where, with a fairly complimentary bra, I can go without my forms. So, for the very first time ever, I was ju...