sandra-leigh
01-20-2012, 12:14 AM
"Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face..."
Atch, my face still isn't pretty. My gender therapist claims my face has changed a fair bit, but I can't say I've noticed. Doesn't seem to be rounded out yet; I'd almost say less so. But maybe my chin isn't quite as sharp as it once was.
But life goes on anyhow.
I am getting called "m'am" on the streets more, at least by the people begging for money, but they usually change to "sir" when they see my face. The street "m'am" is perhaps helped by the quite female winter coat I've been wearing lately (including to work), but the street people didn't call me that when I was wearing it last year.
The second last time I was at one of the places at the local food court, the (male) owner called me "m'am" until I spoke and then it was "sir". But the last time I was there, two days ago, he called me "m'am" twice even after I spoke.
Yesterday I had a taxi driver who consistently called me "m'am" even though I spoke.
Being m'am'd two days in a row by two different people is a new record for me. Both times I was in my going-to-work clothes, not a dress or skirt. So people are interpreting me as female more now, it seems. Either that or they just go by that winter coat :heehee:
Tonight... tonight was pleasant. I had coffee with an GG acquaintance I had been briefly introduced to at TDOR, and had been commenting to on FB since. Nice woman, interesting, and it was an eclectic chat with no agenda, just two people who enjoy each other's company talking.
At one point, I gestured to myself, long hair, earrings, and a slinky top that showed off what bust I have, and I said to her that my workplace still hasn't figured out that I am trans. She paused and blinked, looking surprised, drew back a little, paused and blinked again, said a "Huh?", shifted in her seat a bit, started to talk and stopped, blinked again, and started talking in a definitely apologetic tone and expression suggestive that she was about to say something a bit unpleasant but honest. I thought she was going to point out that I don't look trans, but instead what she said in a plaintive voice was approximately, "I don't understand... how could they not... I'm sorry, but I mean that you look like a lady."
Well, that made my week :o :) Not only the compliment about looking like a lady, but that she was so surprised that what was obvious to her had not been figured out by now by my workplace. I must be further along than I thought.
Have we got an icon for cloud-walking? :D
Atch, my face still isn't pretty. My gender therapist claims my face has changed a fair bit, but I can't say I've noticed. Doesn't seem to be rounded out yet; I'd almost say less so. But maybe my chin isn't quite as sharp as it once was.
But life goes on anyhow.
I am getting called "m'am" on the streets more, at least by the people begging for money, but they usually change to "sir" when they see my face. The street "m'am" is perhaps helped by the quite female winter coat I've been wearing lately (including to work), but the street people didn't call me that when I was wearing it last year.
The second last time I was at one of the places at the local food court, the (male) owner called me "m'am" until I spoke and then it was "sir". But the last time I was there, two days ago, he called me "m'am" twice even after I spoke.
Yesterday I had a taxi driver who consistently called me "m'am" even though I spoke.
Being m'am'd two days in a row by two different people is a new record for me. Both times I was in my going-to-work clothes, not a dress or skirt. So people are interpreting me as female more now, it seems. Either that or they just go by that winter coat :heehee:
Tonight... tonight was pleasant. I had coffee with an GG acquaintance I had been briefly introduced to at TDOR, and had been commenting to on FB since. Nice woman, interesting, and it was an eclectic chat with no agenda, just two people who enjoy each other's company talking.
At one point, I gestured to myself, long hair, earrings, and a slinky top that showed off what bust I have, and I said to her that my workplace still hasn't figured out that I am trans. She paused and blinked, looking surprised, drew back a little, paused and blinked again, said a "Huh?", shifted in her seat a bit, started to talk and stopped, blinked again, and started talking in a definitely apologetic tone and expression suggestive that she was about to say something a bit unpleasant but honest. I thought she was going to point out that I don't look trans, but instead what she said in a plaintive voice was approximately, "I don't understand... how could they not... I'm sorry, but I mean that you look like a lady."
Well, that made my week :o :) Not only the compliment about looking like a lady, but that she was so surprised that what was obvious to her had not been figured out by now by my workplace. I must be further along than I thought.
Have we got an icon for cloud-walking? :D