Well, the more I think on it, the more I think I am just about done traveling transgendered. For the last year or so I’ve been growing increasingly unhappy about it all. It’s more than just my vanity and my unhappiness at growing old and wrinkled too, it’s more about the way that I feel, or don’t feel, while traveling these days. It used to be that I would grin like an idiot for the entire day that I was traveling, feeling absolutely thrilled to be spending a day out in the world as a woman.
I felt pretty.
I felt happy . . .
For at least the last three or four trips though, I’ve felt like absolutely nothing more than an old man wearing a dress. I’m not using that as a figure of speech either – I mean it quite literally; I have felt like nothing more or less than a man wearing a dress.
For me there is no joy in that, there is no feeling of wonder in it . . .
Even were I not feeling this way about myself, I suspect that I will stop writing my blog soon, because let’s face it – how many ways can I tell essentially the same story over and over before I get tired of writing it and you get tired of reading it? In the early days, everything was new and exciting. People were not so used to seeing people like me, and so there was much to write about and many fun things that happened. These days I’ve pretty much seen it all, and most of the people that I interact with have come to know me, and so very few things occur that are worth writing about.
So I’m not quite calling it quits just yet, but it is coming soon my friends. . .
Oh – here is a pic of an old dude who flew to Detroit this week in a skirt:
Nothing interesting happened.
No one said anything in the least bit amusing to me, and I said nothing of interest myself. It was just a dude who wore a skirt while traveling to Detroit. . .