Claire Cook
06-07-2009, 09:30 AM
I wanted to relate couple of experiences of the past week. The bottom line: we shouldn’t feel ashamed, or embarrassed, about being CD.
#1. My wife and I flew to Florida last week. I haven’t yet flown en femme, but this time I wore small brown hoop earrings, a bra under my polo shirt and clear nail polish – otherwise male clothes. The only comment I got about the earrings was from the TSA agent at DCA who complimented me on them (blush!). Anyway, I had my purse, wig, panties, bras, forms, nightie and fem tops in my carryon … plus my electric toothbrush (an obvious weapon) and some geological samples (“rocks”). I know some of you have been worried about having your stuff gone through at security, so hello … “Sir, would you come this way?” The TSA agent went through my stuff, didn’t make a comment about the contents and said “Have a good flight.” Not to worry.
#2. Return trip to DC. Wore the same clothes (and earrings) as the outbound flight. Now here’s a funny bit: the same guy sat next to me on connecting and final flights. We talked about a lot of things, and then he said how he was flying to MD to deal with his brother who had Alzheimer’s. We had dealt with this situation with my mother-in-law, so much of the rest of the conversation focused on this. I might note he was a fairly conservative business type running a software company in Florida. When we finally parted at the DCA Metro station, he said “Can I ask you a personal question?” Sure. “Why do you wear earrings?” “Because I like to, and I should tell you that I am a crossdresser”. Response” “Well, I guess things have changed over the past 30 years.” We shook hands and I wished him the best with his brother. Look forward to stopping by his office in Florida (en drab).
#3. Just had to go out this AM, so a bit of makeup, boobs in, fave wig, sleeveless top and white pants and off I go to Trader Joe’s and Safeway. As usual, treated very nicely. We live in a condo, and my neighbors don’t know about me. Well, as I was getting off the elevator on our floor one of the neighbors was in the hallway unpacking his groceries. So .. I said a cheery “Good morning Matt”. He did a very quick double take, then we started chatting. His last words: “Take care, man.” People can be very cool.
Moral: be confident, and don’t be ashamed. We are who we are.
#1. My wife and I flew to Florida last week. I haven’t yet flown en femme, but this time I wore small brown hoop earrings, a bra under my polo shirt and clear nail polish – otherwise male clothes. The only comment I got about the earrings was from the TSA agent at DCA who complimented me on them (blush!). Anyway, I had my purse, wig, panties, bras, forms, nightie and fem tops in my carryon … plus my electric toothbrush (an obvious weapon) and some geological samples (“rocks”). I know some of you have been worried about having your stuff gone through at security, so hello … “Sir, would you come this way?” The TSA agent went through my stuff, didn’t make a comment about the contents and said “Have a good flight.” Not to worry.
#2. Return trip to DC. Wore the same clothes (and earrings) as the outbound flight. Now here’s a funny bit: the same guy sat next to me on connecting and final flights. We talked about a lot of things, and then he said how he was flying to MD to deal with his brother who had Alzheimer’s. We had dealt with this situation with my mother-in-law, so much of the rest of the conversation focused on this. I might note he was a fairly conservative business type running a software company in Florida. When we finally parted at the DCA Metro station, he said “Can I ask you a personal question?” Sure. “Why do you wear earrings?” “Because I like to, and I should tell you that I am a crossdresser”. Response” “Well, I guess things have changed over the past 30 years.” We shook hands and I wished him the best with his brother. Look forward to stopping by his office in Florida (en drab).
#3. Just had to go out this AM, so a bit of makeup, boobs in, fave wig, sleeveless top and white pants and off I go to Trader Joe’s and Safeway. As usual, treated very nicely. We live in a condo, and my neighbors don’t know about me. Well, as I was getting off the elevator on our floor one of the neighbors was in the hallway unpacking his groceries. So .. I said a cheery “Good morning Matt”. He did a very quick double take, then we started chatting. His last words: “Take care, man.” People can be very cool.
Moral: be confident, and don’t be ashamed. We are who we are.