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Happy Turkey Day to those who care to celebrate it.
Though jesting, I got a contemptuous "bitch" from my wife today. I'd been complaining for the past week that my jeans were too big and I'd have to go down to a size 8. Well, while I was folding laundry today I looked at the tag. They're 8's! So I just smirked, told her and got that response. It was cute. But I am definately happy. Was not thrilled at all to think I was wearing a 10. So now I have the fun of finding a 6 with an inseam of at least 34". Fortunately Newport News makes a tall line of low-rise flares with a 34" inseam.
In other news of the wife and I, we've been talking a lot more about how I don't allow myself to outwardly reflect the person within me. Mainly it's paranoia and the like that keeps me from being open about myself. Anything from loss of employment to violence is something I have to look forward to should just one asshole decide to act on it. Slowly but surely I will put more of myself out there. If the world doesn't like it they can bugger off. If they want to do more, well it's not a good idea to mess with a girl who could soon be allowed to legally carried a concealed weapon (*slaps her aggression issues around*).
We have also been discussing me going on hormones. She will love me no matter what I look like on the outside because she knows me for who I truly am. Her only request is that I remain non-op and do our best to make sure that part of me continues to function. I've been fortunate enough to converse with a few transsexuals who understood this plight and gave me advice as to what I could do. Now it's a matter of finding a therapist in Tennessee.
Last night I was getting dressed after my shower and my daughter (about to be 4) asked my wife what I was doing since I was putting makeup on. She told her I was playing dress up. Simple terms to her and she immediately dismissed what I was doing without thinking it to be weird. As she gets older she'll (hopefully) come to understand me more and who I am inside. In the end I wish for it to break any misconceptions she may have of gender roles that society forces on us daily.
Though jesting, I got a contemptuous "bitch" from my wife today. I'd been complaining for the past week that my jeans were too big and I'd have to go down to a size 8. Well, while I was folding laundry today I looked at the tag. They're 8's! So I just smirked, told her and got that response. It was cute. But I am definately happy. Was not thrilled at all to think I was wearing a 10. So now I have the fun of finding a 6 with an inseam of at least 34". Fortunately Newport News makes a tall line of low-rise flares with a 34" inseam.
In other news of the wife and I, we've been talking a lot more about how I don't allow myself to outwardly reflect the person within me. Mainly it's paranoia and the like that keeps me from being open about myself. Anything from loss of employment to violence is something I have to look forward to should just one asshole decide to act on it. Slowly but surely I will put more of myself out there. If the world doesn't like it they can bugger off. If they want to do more, well it's not a good idea to mess with a girl who could soon be allowed to legally carried a concealed weapon (*slaps her aggression issues around*).
We have also been discussing me going on hormones. She will love me no matter what I look like on the outside because she knows me for who I truly am. Her only request is that I remain non-op and do our best to make sure that part of me continues to function. I've been fortunate enough to converse with a few transsexuals who understood this plight and gave me advice as to what I could do. Now it's a matter of finding a therapist in Tennessee.
Last night I was getting dressed after my shower and my daughter (about to be 4) asked my wife what I was doing since I was putting makeup on. She told her I was playing dress up. Simple terms to her and she immediately dismissed what I was doing without thinking it to be weird. As she gets older she'll (hopefully) come to understand me more and who I am inside. In the end I wish for it to break any misconceptions she may have of gender roles that society forces on us daily.