Ceera
04-21-2017, 03:07 PM
Well, next week I'll have an interesting challenge thrown my way - what to do about having an old male friend as a house guest, for over a month.
Right after I graduated from high school, I briefly served in the US Navy - primarily to get the GI Bill benefits to pay for my college education. This was back in the late 1970's, just shortly after the Vietnam war ended and the draft also ended. The Navy didn't work out very well for me, but before I got out of the service, I did make several close friends - a small handful of 'Navy Brothers' who I often brought home to visit my parents, since my parents' home (which was also my home when not on duty) was close enough to the Navy bases we were stationed at that it was possible to travel to my home for special holidays, or even just for weekends away from our duty assignments. My family virtually adopted those three guys as extended family. All of those guys have only known me as a straight male, because until my father died, I severely repressed any feminine or gay urges on my part. I've kept in touch with those guys over the years, and they have been there for me through some tough times in my life. Over 40 years have passed, and one of those guys has died, but the other two remain good friends.
One friend in particular - I'll call him Frank, though that isn't his real name - traveled for nearly a full day's drive to be there to attend my dad's funeral. And when I was too emotionally choked up to read what I had written for myself to say at my father's service, Frank stepped up and gave my speech on my behalf - just as a loving brother would have done. He's divorced (amicably) and years ago he retired in his early 50's, mostly because he was having trouble finding work at his age. He had settled into a life that had him living out of a converted moving van, while he traveled to various parts of the country to be with his kids and other friends. Not a cushy life, but he was comfortable enough, and happy.
A week or so ago I got a startling e-mail from 'Frank', sent to a short list of his closest friends. He had developed a serious heart problem, and needed an open heart bypass surgery. The worst part of that for him, aside from the risk of the surgery itself, was that he needed a place to stay and convalesce after the surgery - and living on his own in the back of a moving van that he had converted to a camper wasn't going to cut it. He was in a hospital in Seattle, Washington, and his ex-wife and kids were not in a position themselves to do much to help him, as the closest among them lives in Texas. Well, I'm not exactly close myself, being in Oregon, but a 5 hour drive to where I am is a lot closer than Texas. And I do have a guest bedroom. I immediately offered that if it would be any help at all, he was welcome to come to my home and stay as long as he needed to recover from his surgery. We'd find a way to get him and his van to us safely, somehow, even if I had to fly to Seattle and drive him back myself.
Well, today I got the good news that he survived the heart surgery, and has improved enough that he has been released from the hospital to recover. His son has managed to go to Seattle and stay with him in a hotel for a week, while the doctors keep him close at hand in case there are any unexpected post-surgery problems. And now, the next stage in the plan is that next Tuesday, the son will drive his dad in that modified moving truck/camper down to my home, and 'Frank' will stay with me for 3 to 4 weeks, until he is deemed well enough by his doctors to drive again, and resume his prior lifestyle.
So... 'Frank' doesn't know about my feminine side at all... The last time he saw me in person was before I got my ears pierced, started shaving my arms, legs and body hair, and started keeping my nails done in feminine style 24x7. And right now, my nails are done in glittering gold acrylic/gel polish. That stuff doesn't come off without a major effort. There is one afternoon during his proposed stay that I will have to be en-femme, in early May. (I'm giving testimony as Ceera on that day, at a hearing for the Oregon Department of Motor Vehicles on a proposed change to allow a non-binary gender marker, an X, on Oregon driver's licenses.) But as it happens, that coincides with when he needs to go by train back to Seattle for a post-op checkup, so he will be out of town at that time. Other than that, I don't really have any girly stuff planned for that period that I couldn't live without doing, although normally I'd be spending at least some time each week en-femme.
I don't think he will react badly to learning about Ceera, but this will be the first time that a long-term friend of my male side will be in a position to learn about my feminine side. I guess I am going to treat it about the same as I would if my sister or some other close relative were to visit. I'll clean things up in my bedroom and master bath so I don't have purses and skirts and cosmetics and jewelry and other female stuff lying around. And then if I dress to 'pass as male' - no overtly female clothes or shoes - as long as he doesn't look into my walk in closet, there won't be anything other than my nails and male-style pierced earrings to tip him off. But I suspect he is going to be observant enough to ask about my nails, and if he does, I don't think I want to be evasive about it. I took a direct approach with one of my sister's long term friends who visited my home, and she accepted my girl side just fine. I'd certainly rather be able to go out as Ceera while he is there, and just not worry about it. So... crossing my fingers, and hoping for the best!
Right after I graduated from high school, I briefly served in the US Navy - primarily to get the GI Bill benefits to pay for my college education. This was back in the late 1970's, just shortly after the Vietnam war ended and the draft also ended. The Navy didn't work out very well for me, but before I got out of the service, I did make several close friends - a small handful of 'Navy Brothers' who I often brought home to visit my parents, since my parents' home (which was also my home when not on duty) was close enough to the Navy bases we were stationed at that it was possible to travel to my home for special holidays, or even just for weekends away from our duty assignments. My family virtually adopted those three guys as extended family. All of those guys have only known me as a straight male, because until my father died, I severely repressed any feminine or gay urges on my part. I've kept in touch with those guys over the years, and they have been there for me through some tough times in my life. Over 40 years have passed, and one of those guys has died, but the other two remain good friends.
One friend in particular - I'll call him Frank, though that isn't his real name - traveled for nearly a full day's drive to be there to attend my dad's funeral. And when I was too emotionally choked up to read what I had written for myself to say at my father's service, Frank stepped up and gave my speech on my behalf - just as a loving brother would have done. He's divorced (amicably) and years ago he retired in his early 50's, mostly because he was having trouble finding work at his age. He had settled into a life that had him living out of a converted moving van, while he traveled to various parts of the country to be with his kids and other friends. Not a cushy life, but he was comfortable enough, and happy.
A week or so ago I got a startling e-mail from 'Frank', sent to a short list of his closest friends. He had developed a serious heart problem, and needed an open heart bypass surgery. The worst part of that for him, aside from the risk of the surgery itself, was that he needed a place to stay and convalesce after the surgery - and living on his own in the back of a moving van that he had converted to a camper wasn't going to cut it. He was in a hospital in Seattle, Washington, and his ex-wife and kids were not in a position themselves to do much to help him, as the closest among them lives in Texas. Well, I'm not exactly close myself, being in Oregon, but a 5 hour drive to where I am is a lot closer than Texas. And I do have a guest bedroom. I immediately offered that if it would be any help at all, he was welcome to come to my home and stay as long as he needed to recover from his surgery. We'd find a way to get him and his van to us safely, somehow, even if I had to fly to Seattle and drive him back myself.
Well, today I got the good news that he survived the heart surgery, and has improved enough that he has been released from the hospital to recover. His son has managed to go to Seattle and stay with him in a hotel for a week, while the doctors keep him close at hand in case there are any unexpected post-surgery problems. And now, the next stage in the plan is that next Tuesday, the son will drive his dad in that modified moving truck/camper down to my home, and 'Frank' will stay with me for 3 to 4 weeks, until he is deemed well enough by his doctors to drive again, and resume his prior lifestyle.
So... 'Frank' doesn't know about my feminine side at all... The last time he saw me in person was before I got my ears pierced, started shaving my arms, legs and body hair, and started keeping my nails done in feminine style 24x7. And right now, my nails are done in glittering gold acrylic/gel polish. That stuff doesn't come off without a major effort. There is one afternoon during his proposed stay that I will have to be en-femme, in early May. (I'm giving testimony as Ceera on that day, at a hearing for the Oregon Department of Motor Vehicles on a proposed change to allow a non-binary gender marker, an X, on Oregon driver's licenses.) But as it happens, that coincides with when he needs to go by train back to Seattle for a post-op checkup, so he will be out of town at that time. Other than that, I don't really have any girly stuff planned for that period that I couldn't live without doing, although normally I'd be spending at least some time each week en-femme.
I don't think he will react badly to learning about Ceera, but this will be the first time that a long-term friend of my male side will be in a position to learn about my feminine side. I guess I am going to treat it about the same as I would if my sister or some other close relative were to visit. I'll clean things up in my bedroom and master bath so I don't have purses and skirts and cosmetics and jewelry and other female stuff lying around. And then if I dress to 'pass as male' - no overtly female clothes or shoes - as long as he doesn't look into my walk in closet, there won't be anything other than my nails and male-style pierced earrings to tip him off. But I suspect he is going to be observant enough to ask about my nails, and if he does, I don't think I want to be evasive about it. I took a direct approach with one of my sister's long term friends who visited my home, and she accepted my girl side just fine. I'd certainly rather be able to go out as Ceera while he is there, and just not worry about it. So... crossing my fingers, and hoping for the best!