da-grrl-project.livejournal.com...The operation is in less than a month. My friends all seem to think I should be nervous. Of course, most if not all of you will understand why I'm not.
Identifying myself as trans online in any way causes me much, much more consternation.
Real life is a mixed bag... Although I can't look in the mirror and understand how or why, most days I pass well. I pass at the supermarket, and day to day with the construction workers who work on my house, and the cute dyke who works at the corner store, who finally got up the nerve to ask me out.
And then there're all my friends from years past... The ones who, now and then, still call me "Him" or "He" or that name I won't even speak anymore. The ones who try so hard... But still, quite accidentally, make me cry alone at night and make me consider moving far, far away and leaving no forwarding address.
And then there's online. For so many years, it's been my only comfort. The only place I can be what or who so many of us so dream of being. Simply belonging and being accepted in so many "women's" spaces... I'm active in several women's & lesbian communities... Even liked and maybe even a little respected. These people who know me online, on the phone, and even sometimes in person... And yet don't know all about me. Some few know I'm "intersexed". Only one or two know the medical community wouldn't completely agree with me on that diagnosis... (yet... They will, when I'm finished.)
I decided I need to make another LJ account... To experiment with reconciling my two identities, to exaggerate just a little bit. The slow realization that, if I don't figure this out, I'll just be trading one deep secret for another isn't comfortable. The idea that I go on and on about acceptance, but probably don't do enough to push it isn't comfortable either.
I'm rambling... Obviously, my mind's not wrapped around all this yet. More later...
But if you're in or near Montreal and want to meet a sister and show her a good resturant or two toward the end of February, let me know. I'm sorry for the length of this... The keyboard got away from me, I guess.