MoonBaby GG
05-27-2007, 06:22 PM
Current mood:http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/singing_sp.gif cheerful
This is our table that I decorated. The treats were pure decadence:
-Champagne.
- Banana-nut cake with white-cream frosting
- Almond Joy truffle cake (Compact disc sized but about 6 inches thick. *Glug/yum*. Heat mini cake in microwave for 15 seconds and the chocolate truffle insides turn to molten lava.)
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/516849028_3a31e13934_o.jpg
You might remember last week when I mentioned having a private celebration for my partner ~ something that could recognize her transition from the initial *teenage hell realm* period (when I seriously worried about our relationship) into a more adult and womanly state of being? It took a week of secret shopping (ugh) and other preparations (pedicure appointment) but for the most part I was able to surprise her with the gifts and make our evening special.
Unfortunately I had neglected to remember that due to the holiday weekend most businesses either closed early or shut-down completely, so we had to simplify plans. Cake, champagne, talking, girlie stuff like pedicures and watching movies isn't "too shabby" of an evening but Nicole was disappointed because it was supposed to be her first adventure en femme outside of the house. It reminds me of Obi-Wan Kenobi when he says to Anakin Skywalker, "Patience, my young padawan." We will plan for another time and it'll be an opportunity to make more memories.
I am glad it turned out this way, not because I don't want her to get out (I do) but rather because it allowed me to communicate and share with my spouse's female side, something I hadn't been able to do when he first came out of the closet. I am relieved to see that the woman she is NOW is more evolved and able to get past the obliterating "Pink Fog" stage. I understand that there will be roller coaster 'up-n-down' times and not every evening will be as eventful, but last night gives me hope and helps solidify our love. That's more than enough for my lifetime.
On a side note we had a tiny moment of weirdness at the nail salon but I think my sense of humor helped ease the tension. I've been a customer for a few years but I don't go with my partner enough for the owner to recognize my spouse. It never occurred to me to explain *exactly what we'd be wanting in the pedicure session* because
A.) it seemed pretty explanatory to me
and
B.)my spouse had previously visited alone and had her toenails painted. When I asked how it went and if the nail technician was "cool" with the request (YES) ~ I just assumed he'd outed himself to the salon and they were accepting. Remind me NOT to assume anything when booking a beauty appointment.
After I had my pedicure and was reading a magazine waiting for the owner to finish doing Nicole's toenails, I hear her ask:
"So we're going to do the clear polish?" To get the full spectrum of the experience, please understand that the woman hardly ever talks so to hear her utter a sentence is a miracle. She's not unfriendly, merely quiet and businesslike. Nicole politely says "I'd like the red color also, please." I hear tittering laughter from the nail technician and since I was across the room I couldn't clearly see them. Apparently she thought Nicole was joking and went back to the clear polish. I hear the tone in my spouse's voice, (soft, calm, but insistent) say "Oh no, I wasn't joking. I really want THIS ONE, the red polish, please."
*Cue nervous laughter and then silence.*
I thought we might be asked to leave because as the owner she has the right to refuse service, but she started painting and sweetly said "He's going to have sexier toes than you." I could've hugged her. It was clear that she felt embarrassed for thinking it was a joke. I laughed and said "He already has no hips or body fat, has longer legs and wears leggings better than I do, so yeah, probably." I didn't bother getting into the semantics of proper gender pronouns usage because she was trying to be cool. I'm grateful because finding anyone, much less a skilled beauty technician right around the corner from where we live, that is open to any kind of alternative lifestyle issues is near impossible. Either way, we lived through it and I'd better get used to those uncomfortable moments because they are bound to happen again once Nicole starts going out dressed en femme.
:love:
This is our table that I decorated. The treats were pure decadence:
-Champagne.
- Banana-nut cake with white-cream frosting
- Almond Joy truffle cake (Compact disc sized but about 6 inches thick. *Glug/yum*. Heat mini cake in microwave for 15 seconds and the chocolate truffle insides turn to molten lava.)
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/516849028_3a31e13934_o.jpg
You might remember last week when I mentioned having a private celebration for my partner ~ something that could recognize her transition from the initial *teenage hell realm* period (when I seriously worried about our relationship) into a more adult and womanly state of being? It took a week of secret shopping (ugh) and other preparations (pedicure appointment) but for the most part I was able to surprise her with the gifts and make our evening special.
Unfortunately I had neglected to remember that due to the holiday weekend most businesses either closed early or shut-down completely, so we had to simplify plans. Cake, champagne, talking, girlie stuff like pedicures and watching movies isn't "too shabby" of an evening but Nicole was disappointed because it was supposed to be her first adventure en femme outside of the house. It reminds me of Obi-Wan Kenobi when he says to Anakin Skywalker, "Patience, my young padawan." We will plan for another time and it'll be an opportunity to make more memories.
I am glad it turned out this way, not because I don't want her to get out (I do) but rather because it allowed me to communicate and share with my spouse's female side, something I hadn't been able to do when he first came out of the closet. I am relieved to see that the woman she is NOW is more evolved and able to get past the obliterating "Pink Fog" stage. I understand that there will be roller coaster 'up-n-down' times and not every evening will be as eventful, but last night gives me hope and helps solidify our love. That's more than enough for my lifetime.
On a side note we had a tiny moment of weirdness at the nail salon but I think my sense of humor helped ease the tension. I've been a customer for a few years but I don't go with my partner enough for the owner to recognize my spouse. It never occurred to me to explain *exactly what we'd be wanting in the pedicure session* because
A.) it seemed pretty explanatory to me
and
B.)my spouse had previously visited alone and had her toenails painted. When I asked how it went and if the nail technician was "cool" with the request (YES) ~ I just assumed he'd outed himself to the salon and they were accepting. Remind me NOT to assume anything when booking a beauty appointment.
After I had my pedicure and was reading a magazine waiting for the owner to finish doing Nicole's toenails, I hear her ask:
"So we're going to do the clear polish?" To get the full spectrum of the experience, please understand that the woman hardly ever talks so to hear her utter a sentence is a miracle. She's not unfriendly, merely quiet and businesslike. Nicole politely says "I'd like the red color also, please." I hear tittering laughter from the nail technician and since I was across the room I couldn't clearly see them. Apparently she thought Nicole was joking and went back to the clear polish. I hear the tone in my spouse's voice, (soft, calm, but insistent) say "Oh no, I wasn't joking. I really want THIS ONE, the red polish, please."
*Cue nervous laughter and then silence.*
I thought we might be asked to leave because as the owner she has the right to refuse service, but she started painting and sweetly said "He's going to have sexier toes than you." I could've hugged her. It was clear that she felt embarrassed for thinking it was a joke. I laughed and said "He already has no hips or body fat, has longer legs and wears leggings better than I do, so yeah, probably." I didn't bother getting into the semantics of proper gender pronouns usage because she was trying to be cool. I'm grateful because finding anyone, much less a skilled beauty technician right around the corner from where we live, that is open to any kind of alternative lifestyle issues is near impossible. Either way, we lived through it and I'd better get used to those uncomfortable moments because they are bound to happen again once Nicole starts going out dressed en femme.
:love: