However normal for me is Lori.
The last month has been a pinnacle for me. Moving forward towards becoming the person I am. Keeping busy with many side things. Business has even picked up. I thought finally things were falling into place. I knew there would be drops and I halfway prepared for them.
Just prior to my last session with my counselor I started full time. Have been going to work now for 20 days (When I say "I" I mean Lori not the other guy). My clients have been supportive. Most are happy for me and tell me I should continue. I have had a few ask where the doctor was when they walked in (it takes a few minutes to see who I am.) One client came in and started crying because she was so happy (side note, this woman could be my sister as I looked at her, she is tall, has the same hair color and she was wearing the same color combination I was when she came in...and her name is the same as mine...eerie huh?). The animals either don't care as long as I have biscuits or they are better. I don't know if this is the aura I present, the clothes, the fact I am more relaxed A couple clients have even come back to say that they felt better about me and that their dogs were happier with me.
So for three weeks...no male at all. I do yard work, I shop, I work, I sleep, I perform. I have had two Cabaret acts (about a month apart). I have done another show (was BEFORE the 21 days and I was male...but I prefer to call it "cross Dressing"). I have performed with two jazz combos (they are talking about adding me...but I have an open invitation when ever they have a show to join them for a few numbers). Things just seemed to be going along at a high plane. I was feeling "normal". It seemed that I was accepted (or at least ignored). I thought I had found "me".
But last night threw me a little and today I have confidence issues. Last night was the second Cabaret show. That wasn't the issue. The problem was that a friend came to see me. A friend who I though was comfortable with "me". After all, she has been supportive and helpful. She gets the right pronouns. She tells me when I have spinach in my teeth. I think of her as a best friend.
She has been honored with a huge award. No money but very prestigious. The banquet is next month. It isn't cheap to go...$100 a plate (or $75/person if you buy a table). That is a lot of Taco Bell. But I was going because...she is a best friend. Last night though she has me reconsidering. She told me she would "prefer" that I came as a guy. I know she has known the guy for a long time. She likes "him" the same a she likes "me". But the request threw me. She knows what I have planned. I have discussed it with her for months now. She knows I am happier as me. Yet she wants "him" at the banquet. I know why, I understand why. But it hurts. I know she doesn't want the freak there. The tall blonde masculine shouldered freak. This is different than the circle of friends who have had time to adjust (mostly). This is the general public (actually not it is a group of activists and politicians). She doesn't want them staring or whispering or pointing at the Amazon tranny.
So I guess I am not as out as I thought. I know that in the grand scheme of things I will never be mistaken for Jennifer Anniston or a model or even the GG behind the counter at Taco Bell (yes I am hungry sorry). I know that the rest of my life I will be made. Very few get to NOT be made. My body can't change enough to be mistaken in all circumstances. In my mind I want to believe my friend is "protecting me". I also know that she does not want to be embarrassed with me. It is her day, she deserves the accolades and award. She has earned it. I had already bought the ticket to go. It is a major inconvenience since it starts at 5:30 (Really? awards at 5:30?) and I have to close the office early to get there. Less inconvenience now that I don't have to get "pretty" which evidently I don't do well anyway. I am debating though about going. An awards banquet honoring people who have done good things for the community...like working toward equal rights, stopping discrimination. And me being there as a parody of who I am. Putting on a mask to hide the freak. The abnormal. I will probably go. I won't stay because I won't be comfortable nor happy.
I don't know when having to pretend stops. When I can be who I want when I want and not have to worry about what others...others I don't even know and really don't care to know...think. I will do it because my friend is important to me. I will do it for the same reason I have done it for almost 58 years...because it is what a guy does.
Addendum. I was supposed to go to a fund raiser today for someone with medical problems. I have the ticket to that too, but since the same people will be there, I am staying home. I just am not sure now that my friends are as comfortable with me as I thought they were. I had every intention to be there, to donate. But I think now they don't want "me" they want my money. Sorry it is a package deal