Tuesday, April 30, 2019

A Change in Perspective

 I’ve found lately that I have had to change the way that I see myself these days. For all of my talk and writing of bravery in being out and about, up until relatively recently, I’ve often enjoyed the privilege of passing: being perceived as female by those that I interact with. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never passed perfectly, but I used to pass well enough that half of the people I interacted with never noticed me, and most of the remaining half wasn’t sure enough one way or the other to say anything. Not true anymore. These days, the vast majority of those that I deal with are quite sure that I am TG and this has caused me quite a bit of depression and trepidation. A combination of old age, bad health, etc, have all conspired to work against me and make me a much more obvious “man in a dress.”  As a result, I’ve had to sort of reevaluate my own perspective and decide if I do or do not have the courage to still step out into the world, knowing that most of the people I will deal with will know that I am physically male. For much of the last year the answer has been “no”, but at least for this week, for this day, and for this moment, the answer was yes.  I have indeed dredged up the courage to once again head out the door.
I’ve had to start flying United Airlines again because my company has reached some sort of agreement with them so that we now get a corporate discount. As a result, they come in so much cheaper than the other airlines that I can’t justify not flying with them. They aren’t mean to me or disrespectful or anything like that, but they really aren’t warm and friendly like Delta airlines is with me. Half of the Delta customer service representatives in Austin know me by name and greet me warmly when I arrive at their counter. Usually the United Airlines representatives give me a bit of a sideways look and turn utterly professional when dealing with me. Again, they don’t mistreat me in anyway, they just aren’t terribly friendly. For this reason, I was kind of surprised Monday morning when I  checked in and the lady behind the counter was genuinely friendly to me and even went so far as to tell me that she thought I looked quite pretty. We both know that she fibbed, but at least she made the effort to talk to me. The bad news is that she caught me so off guard, and I was so full of my own internal anxieties that I didn’t follow-up on this by striking up a conversation. She had gone out of her way to reach out to me and I had failed to reciprocate it. It wouldn’t surprise me if she now thinks that I am the cold and unfriendly one.  
I spent the entire day wound around the axle and filled with so much anxiety that I think I literally jumped when a gentleman spoke to me as I was entering the Minneapolis airport from the jet bridge.
“Miss?” I heard a voice softly saying from slightly behind me and off to my left side. I slowed and turned to look at the man, all of the while wondering what stupid thing I had done to draw someone’s attention. Had I left my phone or tablet behind on the plane? Was the back of my skirt stuck up in the waist band? Did I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe?
“I just wanted to tell you how pretty that skirt is,” he said, with a kind look in his eyes.
“Thank you,” I all but blurted out, just relieved that it was something nice, and that I hadn’t done anything stupid or embarrassing.
“You don’t see that sort of skirt very often with a pattern like that that in it, “ he elaborated, apparently speaking about the flowers embroidered into it.
“Thank you,” I repeated. “That’s exactly what I liked about it and why I bought it!” I agreed, at last starting to pull my head out of my ass long enough to try and hold a polite conversation.  He gave me a warm smile and headed off his way down the concourse and I headed off on my own.
The Holiday Inn I was staying at is literally across the street from the customer I was visiting, so I really can’t complain much about convenience. I did have to fight the urge to roll my eyes at the woman that checked me in though.
“Hi! Can I help you?” asks the woman behind the counter.
“Yes, please. I have a reservation and would like to check in.”
“Ok,” she says as she starts looking through the paperwork looking for mine.
“Oh, here we are. Matthew?” she asks, quite loudly.
“Uh huh,” I answered, all of the while noticing the way the other customers around the counter are turning to look at me.
“All right then Matthew,” she continues, still quite loudly going out of her way to say my first name, “If you will please provide all of the highlighted information on this form, I’ll get you all checked in!”  By now of course, all four of the other guests and another hotel employee are all staring at me. I honestly don’t think that she was trying to be a witch, I think that she was just being thoughtless.
Despite my utter lack of confidence, I still made it a point to go shopping at the Mall of America because . . . well . . because it’s the freaking Mall of America and I  just had to!  😛

The following days work was about as smooth a day as you could ask for, with no surprises, and no real challenges to speak of. My customer was paying very close attention to everything that I was doing and clearly wanted to have some idea how to take care of his own equipment, so I went out of my way to explain everything that I was doing as I was doing it. This I can do without seriously impacting my productivity as long as I just need to describe what I am doing as I am doing it. Now if a customer wants to ask me questions about some other aspect of the equipment than the task that I am currently performing, it’s a whole different story. Anyway, I arrived at 730AM and was done and on my way back to the hotel across the street by 1130AM, so I figured that I was going to spend some more time in the real world. I started off by shopping at DSW Shoe Warehouse because a lot of my shoes are older than some of you that are reading this blog. As I was sitting on the bench trying on a pair of shoes, I could hear a woman apparently talking to a little girl a few feet away from me.
“Oh, you look fabulous! You wanna see them in the mirror?” Grandma asks the toddler. I can’t quite make out what the little critter says back to grandma, but a few seconds later a little girl of maybe three years walks past the isle that I am sitting in, accompanied by the very loud “clip clop” of a pair of huge red pumps that her feet are all but buried in.
“OK, turn and face Grandma so I can take your picture! You are totally ROCKING those pumps girl!”  Photos apparently taken, Grandma meets the little critter at the end of the aisle where I am grinning like an idiot. 
“You’re starting her out kind of young don’t  ya’ think?” I asked Grandma with a grin on my face to make it clear that I am teasing.
“Oh no, it was all her idea! I think she’s got it going on though, don’t you?” asked Grandma.
“Sure!” I said, playing along.
“I think they’re perfect for you!”  I continued, looking at the little critter this time.  Maybe it was just a little person being shy that a stranger had talked to her, or maybe she was a child that realized that something about me wasn’t quite right, but I’d have to be honest that it kind of broke my heart when the little girl just stared at me blankly without the slightest hint of a smile until Grandma dragged her off down the store. I visited a few more stores but bought nothing of note and eventually followed my customers suggestion and headed off to a Casino that was about 10 miles away. As usual lately, I received more than my fair share of grins from people I walked by, and more than one “What the hell?” look, but I continued on about my way. At one point, I was down about $50 playing 25 cent and dollar slot machines. I threw in the last $5 that I was willing to risk and had to laugh out loud when I won $80 on the video poker game. I wasn’t about to let them win that money back, so I cashed it out, and headed for the hotel!
Two days back out in the world, but I still can’t decide how I feel about it. I’ll let you know if I figure it out . . .


  1. $80 can buy a whole lot of shoe in the right store....

    Glad you're back to traveling pretty again. Hope you make it to the NYC region again soon. (I still have records for you.)

  2. Judging your pictures, your anxieties are misplaced. You look great!

  3. Kimberly, I am 6' 190lbs and 65 years old.. but most guess me at 55. I am a big girl and I get noticed all the time. I have lived openly as a trans woman for almost 4 years now... I am on hormones and T-blockers so yes I have boobs and I know they help. but I never pay a lot of attention to those around me that react in a negative manner.
    I am read all the time but I never let that get to me, what I do enjoy is the complements, the hellos and the help I get from other ladies who see and understand I am Trans. I see the side looks, the whispers, and the questioning face and I react with a smile and look straight in their eye. I am who I am, if that is a problem for someone, it is their problem. Love my life and after 50 years I am finally living it..

  4. just get back on the horse and ride … it will soon be just as natural and comfortable. I know I always have those same feelings after a spell of life just getting in the way but when the self confidence starts to come back I soon start enjoying this part of my life. you are still an inspiration and I look forward to reading of your adventures...……..Debra


  5. Kimberly, You are such a great example of one of us who follows this path. Many of us follow your story with admiration. You are sometimes too hard on yourself. The photos speak of grace and a pretty woman. I for one could only hope to compete. Thanks for your blogs and travel logs. Well done, Bless you and your family. Tora

  6. Kimberly, I know a bit about how you feel. I am older than you and it is beginning to show but WHO CARES? You are who you are and you should do what it takes for you to live the life you want. You are not bothering anyone. So if you cause someone some "amusement", look at it another way. You have let them know that lots of different people occupy this little planet and we are all different. In your case (and mine), we are not at the one end of the gender binary (no one really is) and we are part of an every increasing visible part of this world. The more they see us, the more "normal" we become and the easier it becomes for us to be who we are. Concentrate on those like that man who loved your skirt. Those are the real human beings out there.

  7. Hi Kimberly,
    I've been following you for years. Your accounts of "flying pretty" gave me the courage and facts on how to fly pretty too when the opportunity came up.

    You look great....but sometimes passing is more about the attitude than the look...

  8. Kim, you are your worst critic. You are not just beautiful outside, but you radiate beauty from within. You are simply incredible, and I am honored to call you a dear friend.

  9. You're still pretty, hon. And I'm glad to see a new post. You go, girl!


  10. ahh thats really bad of the lady at the hotel to do that :/ shame on her! you look amazing!!

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  11. Hi, Kim, I agree with everyone above, you look great in both pictures. Is that skirt in the second picture the one that got the compliement? I really like it!

    Deedee Skyblue

  12. Kimberly,

    I have loved reading your blog over the past ___ years (number intentionally left blank to protect both of us!). And I still love it for your honesty and goodness.

    As I season and mature, part of me appreciates the wisdom of my hair stylist who told me when I expressed concern over how people would react to me that "What other people think about me is none of my business." That was a complete thought shift for me and I still am comforted by it often. Especially as a people pleaser.

    Another part of me longs to be that twentysomething girl who didnt have the courage to get back on the horse after being laughed at in an apartment building laundry room. If I ever looked reasonably passable ot may have been back then. But it was a different time and people were not as accepting.

    Now it does seem there is a new wave of push back against all things different, and most "different" people groups are rightly more protected as people start to understand that "they" are not a lot different than "me" or at least all people should be treated with humanity and dignity.

    The ONE exception seems to be those pesky "Transgenders". So people who used to spew their hatred and venom freely against the Italians, or Irish, blacks, or gays, and can no longer do so openly, seem to have found a new group to denigrate somewhat openly - transgender men and women. Maybe this is part of what you experienced with the hotel clerk. Maybe not. And maybe this isn't what you are lamenting either.

    I know in some of your old blogs you mentioned you knew other people read you, but I think most times for whatever reason, you were able to shake it off easier. Maybe feeling better about your look back then.

    And maybe this will help and maybe not - ALL women struggle with the battle against misogynistic Father Time.

    I dont know if it may help, but I am rapping a line of skin care products that help with some of the fight against wrinkles. Anyone can check it out at www.skintransition.neora.com.

    I love your adventures and spirit. I wish your legs felt better too. The chronic pain can be a contributing factor to depression.

    Remember that the light has come into the world and the darkness cannot overcome it.

    Peace dear lady!

  13. Kim

    10 years ago most people didn't even know the word transgender. In the past I believe most people just gave us the benefit of the doubt. Today transgender people are more open and expected. I feel the difference even when shopping for makeup at MAC gender variant people are daily customers in the past not so much.

    Most of the MUA's at MAC have transgender friends of know someone who is trans

    So I don't think it so much us ans it's people are more aware and tuned into transgender people

  14. Just discovered your blog, and I love it. I'm going to need to follow you and read a lot more! I write some myself, and so enjoy finding others who think similarly to me. Take care!

  15. Hi Kim, Thanks for the most excellent blog. If you ever get to NC how 'bout make a comment before the trip!
    BTW, your photos of your self are simply wonderful. Live it. OWN it!
    Here are a couple of links related to the issue of 'dealing with the other' whilst 'dealing with the self'.
    Two different but quite reasonable approaches.
    I really like the 'Taming your Mammoth', and how a lot of our behavior is deeply entrenched in our ancient culture.


    this is NOT what you first think/imagine

  16. Hello Kimberly
    I have been following you to a degree for a few years. I highly respect you. I'm a retired airline captain so it is all a natural fit for me.
    I have a weekly CD radio/podcast show. I would like to talk to you about interviewing you. The name of the show is "Free to Be She" on the CrossDress Radio Network.
    If your interested, please contact me.
    Take care
    Jennifer Sometimes

  17. I know it's a long time since this post, I too have been rather absent from my blog! I hope that things are going a little easier by now.

  18. Kimberly, its been seven months since your last post.
    I hope you are doing well.
    Could you post something just to say hi, and that you are O.K?

  19. Ditto Velma's concern - hope you are well and miss your posts.
    Take care.

  20. Missing your blog presents. hope all is well...…...Debra

  21. Hi, I'm curious if you're interested in having a guest poster on your blog sometime? My blog is mainly about naturals ways of feminizing with hormones. Let me know if your interested and what kind of content I can share. you can check it out at https://tblockers.com/ to see if you approve

  22. It has been ages since your last post and like others I hope all is well with you and that you had a great holiday season. In many ways your posts over the years have encouraged others to get out and face the civilian world. As we age we all lose a few yards on our drive. That should not make playing the game any less enjoyable.

  23. Kimberly-
    Thank you for all your posts. And I'm amazed at how well you "dressed to match your room" in tan above, hee! sara