Wow what an odd, offbeat week I had last week.
I found out Wednesday that an uncle had passed away. He wasn't terribly old, but he had emphysema, and simply refused to stop smoking. He would take off his oxygen apparatus and walk outside on the porch and have a smoke. So, he reaped what he sowed. No big suprise there.
The funeral was Saturday in Tennessee, a few hours drive from Atlanta. I saw cousins, and other family I hadn't seen in years. It was fairly depressing, a funeral, and seeing people who, if I wanted to associate with, I would, but I don't.
It was like taking a trip back into my childhood. I was always "different", always keeping a secret, and usually terrified. Not that I was an unhappy kid, but I was a crossdresser and was a victim of molestation, which I never told anyone about.
So, I spent a day back in the bosom of my family, and looking around myself I saw several cousins who had various addictions, some have been in prison, and others who have had horrible lives, including one little girl who was beaten so badly when she was a baby that she became severely retarded.
All I could think of during the day was getting back to the city, back home, and back to my version of sanity. I wanted Sunday to come, the day when Suzie Rules! I got home late Saturday nite and got absolutely sloshed on vodka shots from the freezer.
Sunday finally came and I drug out all Suzie's makeup and picked out a nice pink skirt suit. I spent time making up and thought I looked pretty nice. I got dressed and took a couple of pix.
I looked like a guy in a dress.
I know this happens sometimes. Does this happen to others? Is it a mood thing or what?
Anyone who has looked at other pix I have posted knows that I can look much better. Anyway it was a disappointing end to a crappy week.
I hope you all don't mind me venting a bit here. Seems some of you might understand.
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