Still in the closet?

I wanted to crosspost this over from a reply I made to a thread over at TQ Nation this morning. It wound up running way longer than I intended, and it seemed like it’d be a shame and a waste of time if I didn’t record it in my blog. I feel like this post pretty much sums up how I feel towards my gender these days, even though it’s not the update on my life stuff that I’ve been promising. I’m pretty sure I’ll get to that this weekend.

In the mean time, sexy crossdressing goodness.

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“When people ask me if I’m a boy or a girl, I answer, ‘Yes. I am certainly one or the other’…”

Day Seven: Failblog.

Today I ramble about how much it sucks to lose track of your only binder. Yippee.

Random bits and pieces.

I’ve developed this weird little rash on my neck where my Adam’s Apple should be. Yesterday, it looked like a hickey, which is weird because nobody’s been kissing me there. Today, it feels bumpy and weird. I don’t like to make a big deal out of unrelated events, but it just kinda tickled me- as if my body is going, “Look here. You see this? This here? This is where this lump should be, and it’s not. What the fuck.”

Also in this post:

- “Little Friend”
- Insurance sucks azz
- Tiny, insignificant changes
- Shaving and quitting minoxidil
- Looking like a drag queen, and Amanda Palmer
- My dad, being a gender discriminating cockbite

Celtic Faire.

I’m going back to volunteer again this year at the community Celtic Faire (kinda like Renaissance Faire, only celebrating Celtic tradition.) It’s another sort of geeky paradise, yet another thing I’ve always gone to that falls into the category of “an excuse to dress up as a man.”

Once again, no pics, but Things are Afoot.

I went fishing with my dad Friday morning. He was to meet one of his old friends from church, Lon, so he asked me the prerequisite question- “How are you going to explain your haircut?”

I find that a lot of stupid questions, like “What did you do to your HAIR?!”, are best followed with a stupid answer, i.e., “I got a haircut.”

Severance.

I’d like to say right now that I’ve passed a milestone. Just a few minutes ago, I had the first female in my life ever to tell me to put the toilet seat down.

Also in this post-

- Why I’m finally chopping my hair off (and addressing your possible feelings of betrayal on the issue,)

- and my ceremonial Severance Ball: the last time, I should hope, that I will ever wear a dress.

Today, I am Mr. Clean!

Today I’m called upon to do some serious cleaning of my seriously messy bedroom and bathroom, because my stepmom’s going into hip surgery and we may have some relatives coming and visiting and/or living with us for a while. I’m taking advantage of being forced into cleaning by pretending it was my idea and going through all of my old clothes and the girly things that have been hanging around by virtue of bad Christmas gift that I didn’t have the guts to throw out.