Rita B
11-05-2007, 06:21 PM
Last Sunday, I had an “epiphany”. I was driving back home from a Halloween Party held at the Randolph Country Club the night before. I had not been out as Rita in over 15 years. This weekend, I reserved a room at the Marriott, , went out as Rita in the middle of the day, had my nails done at a local Beauty Salon, and went shopping at Kohl’s and had my first ever makeover . All went so very smoothly in spite of a little problem at the Salon. Yours truly forgot to put her wallet in her purse when she left the hotel and had no money to pay for her nails. Like the commercial says, “Want to get away?”. A quick run back to the hotel ( only 5 minutes away) and I paid the bill. Everyone was so nice. The young lady who did my nails was the prettiest and nicest girl you would ever want to meet. I had bought a new dress and a new wig for the party and I think I looked elegant.
To cut to the chase, as I was driving home on this sunny Sunday morning, still basking in the afterglow of a fantastic evening, I finally realized what a fool I had been all these years to feel ashamed of what and who I was all these years. Here I was feeling glamorous and elegant and happier that I had ever been. I had done nothing wrong. I did not break any laws. I did not harm anyone. So, why, I asked myself should I go through all the clandestine gyrations every time I wanted to get pretty and be with my friends. Why should I feel ashamed of who I was.
I decided that I would go home and declare myself to my daughter and her family and anyone else who mattered. I came out to my wife some months ago and although she still has reservations about my lifestyle, we are making progress. I had already told her all about the Halloween Party at RCC and she was fine with it. I informed of her of my decision and gave her my reasons for it. I was tired of lying about my goings and comings to people I care for and I was not going to wait until they found out from strangers.
When I told my daughter, she was actually relieved. She thought that all the reasons for my “strange” behavior was that I was having an affair with another woman. ( I guess in a sense, I was). I had printed out some pictures at one of those automatic thingies at Wal Mart, so I had some photos to show her. She was very impressed and thought that I looked pretty good. She assured me that she had no problem with it and was glad that I decided to be open about it. Of course it does not take long for this kind of news to travel, so there are now a number of people who now know that I like to dress and go out as Rita.
I know that there will be some negative reactions and some snickering, but as far as I am concerned, if the people who matter the most are OK with it, that’s all that I care about. I feel like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel free, I feel energized. At long last, I can be me. I realize that each one of us has their own reasons for wanting to keep their “other life” a secret. For my part, I am so happy that my time to say, “This is who I am” has finally come.
To cut to the chase, as I was driving home on this sunny Sunday morning, still basking in the afterglow of a fantastic evening, I finally realized what a fool I had been all these years to feel ashamed of what and who I was all these years. Here I was feeling glamorous and elegant and happier that I had ever been. I had done nothing wrong. I did not break any laws. I did not harm anyone. So, why, I asked myself should I go through all the clandestine gyrations every time I wanted to get pretty and be with my friends. Why should I feel ashamed of who I was.
I decided that I would go home and declare myself to my daughter and her family and anyone else who mattered. I came out to my wife some months ago and although she still has reservations about my lifestyle, we are making progress. I had already told her all about the Halloween Party at RCC and she was fine with it. I informed of her of my decision and gave her my reasons for it. I was tired of lying about my goings and comings to people I care for and I was not going to wait until they found out from strangers.
When I told my daughter, she was actually relieved. She thought that all the reasons for my “strange” behavior was that I was having an affair with another woman. ( I guess in a sense, I was). I had printed out some pictures at one of those automatic thingies at Wal Mart, so I had some photos to show her. She was very impressed and thought that I looked pretty good. She assured me that she had no problem with it and was glad that I decided to be open about it. Of course it does not take long for this kind of news to travel, so there are now a number of people who now know that I like to dress and go out as Rita.
I know that there will be some negative reactions and some snickering, but as far as I am concerned, if the people who matter the most are OK with it, that’s all that I care about. I feel like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel free, I feel energized. At long last, I can be me. I realize that each one of us has their own reasons for wanting to keep their “other life” a secret. For my part, I am so happy that my time to say, “This is who I am” has finally come.