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The evidence, your Honor...
The deed is done. To my surprise, there was a media presence outside along with protesters on both sides of the issue including a candlelight vigil imploring the courts to intervene in favor of my hair. Well the Governor didn't call and I present the evidence below.
Also to my surprise, it wasn't so much of an emotional thing at that moment, I let out that spontaneous burst of tears at the club the night before although I welled up as I saw the opportunity take shape. So the current style? In all honesty, it might be TOO feminine. Nope, I just took a peek in the mirror...it's DEFINITELY too feminine. That is unless I have it slicked back behind my ears. It is kind of thick in the back and tapers down into a bit of a bob style. I have bangs enough to comb them to the side, again...best to keep them behind the ears. I think it will be OK if the world will accept this as an acceptable style for a guy. Kind of an avant-garde alt-rock look, IMHO. And damn cute if I say so myself. Not so sure my wife is on board. I'll hear more in the days to come. I have a feeling this isn't quite over.
ps - The length she cut off would be about 2 1/2" longer had she not cut off that much last Sunday before I departed to Vegas. I was in desperate need of a healthy trim and layering. The remnants are going to Locks of Love. At least something good is guaranteed to come of this whole thing.
Putting my Elephant to bed...
(...before this thread gets locked due to inactivity)
Feeling like my little theory has run it's course and with my participation in these pages waning of late, I thought I'd write a quick epilogue to the tale.
My hair is cut and to my absolute surprise, the world failed to explode (©Erica). In fact, I think the new look only makes my Elephant that much more visible but at the end of the day, the anticipated result remains, marital harmony with my hair being pretty much a non-issue (which means that between the two of us, the gender thing becomes somewhat of a non-issue as well).
My resolve continues to live my life in an ongoing effort to achieve fulfillment on both sides of the gender fence. As long as I find this, I will manage along my own path without worry of any sort of validation from others. I know who I am, I know what I am. Those who truly know me understand this as well.
Who says love cannot win out over a lifetime of gender dysphoria? There is no shame in letting love win. I choose love as I choose my path. While I would never begrudge anyone else for choosing a different path, at the same time I will not apologize for choosing mine. There is no shame in choosing to remain by the side of the woman I fell for way back when. Love at first sight, yeah, pretty much. Or at least love at first sight when neither of us were encumbered with another. Engaged within six months, married a few years later. She stood by as I fought a battle against cancer which was diagnosed barely two months after we were married. We put off having children for a number of years because of my fear of not being able to be there for them, a fear of being stolen away by an insidious disease. I cannot fathom stealing myself from their daily lives by way of transition.
There is no shame in the joy I experience each morning when I wake up my little girls to face yet another beautiful day. There is no shame being a daily witness to my son growing into an amazing young man. I choose not to give up these things. I choose to be a daily part of all of their lives, something which most certainly would be stripped of me if I were to go down a transition path. Yet I feel zero resentment towards my wife in being put in a position to make such a choice. I sealed my own deal the day I asked her to be my wife and cemented my fate as our family flourished over the years. She understands enough of my essence to give me the space to be myself. Very little is the result of negotiation, she rarely says "no" to anything I might do or bring up (hair notwithstanding but that was an attraction thing which I totally get).
There is no shame in the life I have cultivated on the female side of the fence. The chance to simply be, the countless friends I have made, the experiences...these sustain me despite my moments of doubt as to whether this choice of mine is truly sustainable. My biggest fear is what effect this constant feeling of my insides being crushed by a vice is having on my heart. I choose love and in doing so I am hopeful that peace in my heart will win out as well. If transition could bring peace to my heart, I would rather die young surrounded by love than live to a ripe old age as a woman but largely alone.
Such is my choice.