For those of you that are still in the closet, beware of minor medical procedures that require the hypnotic anaethstetic "twilight". Some time ago I went to the local hospital for a procedure. Well, not that I remember it, I was talking to the nursing staff during the whole procedure and guess what I was discussing... GASP! right, my crossdressing habits. I found out only through some co-workers who have been spreading rumours at work. Turns out they are family of some of the nurses and they like to gossip!
I've been under suspicion at work for some time now. I've even lost friends over this. Mind you, nobody has had the courage to confront me with it. Seems as though everyone is afraid to say anything to me about it. My car has been keyed, tire slashed, "I'm GAY" written in the dust on my trunk and I even had a bra stuck to the front of my licence plate. Not all at the same time, but over the course of several years.
It's been a real challenge to maintain my dignity, let alone my secrecy.
So much for the hypocratic oath!
Ginger