1 Year Manniversary!

So, it was this day last year that I made the decision to start living full time as male. I’ve pulled this from the first post on my blog:

“This is Day 1. Ground zero.
Today’s the official start of my transitioning process.
Some day, I won’t be the only person who sees me as a man. Some day the whole goddamn world will without a second guess. And it’s only a matter of time.
Joaquin Jack, the rootin’-est tootin’-est outlaw in the Wild West.”

A lot of things have changed since that day.

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.”

A nearly rhetorical question:

Why is it that, if you cut your hair, particularly if you don’t give them at least two weeks of preparation, people in your life tend to take it as a personal insult?

Finally getting it chopped off.

My hair. What did you think?

Anyway, I’ve been running a discussion over on the TransQueer Nation forums (which, if you don’t have an account, you need to register for because it is an absolute wealth of information, support, and fellow Tguys). It was based on good haircuts for heavy guys, and after a lot of… well, what I considered to be slightly… off suggestions, I finally owned up to having something completely different in mind…

Also in this post:

- Ewan McGregor
- San Francisco: the trip, the haircut, the legend
- One of the biggest discoveries in Trans Male history: a definitively friendly barbershop!
- My dad, being totally epic.

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.