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  <title>Transgender Community</title>
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      <name>parmonster</name>
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    <title>Ugh, do I really want to?</title>
    <published>2009-09-17T11:51:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-17T11:51:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='parmonster.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=125254&amp;amp;t=I'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://parmonster.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'&gt;&lt;b&gt;parmonster.livejournal.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I transitioned 13 years ago, I worked for a medium-sized company (300 people or so) near my hometown.  I'd been there about 7 months pre-transition, and stayed about 6 months post-transition.  So, to put it simply, they saw me at my most awkward.  Being the entirety of the IT staff, I was also extremely visible, even before transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a note via my mom a couple days ago (she'd worked for this company too), saying that the owner had pinged her about having a "reunion party" this weekend (the company has since been bought out by a larger organization).  A part of me would really like to go.  I had friends there, and despite some reservations about exactly how my boss met the challenge of my transition, I really always did consider her a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time... Ugh... an entire gathering of people who knew &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt;: Not gunna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm worried about the headspace or dealing with awkwardness, but because I remembered that I've got too much to do in the next several days and can't afford to blow Saturday on a fieldtrip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=trans&amp;ditemid=1696273" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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