One or two of you may remember ... a year ago, when I first joined this forum, I was having a miserable time because I wanted to start dressing again (after 20 years of attempting to be Clark Kent, ignoring the inner Lois Lane). But I've been living with my mother. Mom knows nothing about my female side, and I absolutely don't want her to know, because either she'd be terribly upset or she'd try to buy me fashion items, and I don't know which would be worse.
So I was in a quandary. I laid low for a year and did nothing.
This month I finally bit the bullet ... or cinched up my girdle, I guess would be a nicer way to put it ... and got serious about renting a house. It's expensive, but I finally figured out my sanity was worth it.
So....
I found a sweet house, just right for me, and put in an application, and passed the credit check, and this afternoon I picked up the keys!!! I'm going to have my own place!!!
My plan for this house is, boy-self is not going to live there (though he'll answer the phone and pay the bills). Nobody is going to be invited in that I would have to hide my stuff from. I'm too damn old to run around stuffing the nail polish remover under the sink every time the doorbell rings!
I feel really, really good about this. I just wanted to share the good news with some folks who will appreciate what it means.
***Jenna Lynne***
(who is blowing kisses right and left as she strolls down the runway!)