Hello again "Condo-ites", ker plunk! (As Wendy would say) the Sunday Edition just hit your front door!
Page 1.- AKA Jessie.
Not long ago I wrote about thinking of changing my name again as I enter the gender marking phase of my transition. For some reason, I had the opportunity this weekend to be around people who didn't know me at all. My partner Liz went to a meeting Friday night and the first thing they did was go around the room and ask for names and I said Cyrsti Hart. Later on that night before I went to sleep, I thought a second unrelated meeting in the morning may be a time to "try out" my family name of Jessie on for size to see how it felt.
The next morning, I did just that and really surprised Liz, who had no idea I was going to take the step. I introduced myself as Jessie Hart. You may ask, "How did that work for you?" Strangely (even for me) after I said the name in public, I felt a rush of belonging. It's a fun androgynous name to start with and as I said, is part of my past.
Later on in the day I used it again to order a pizza and began to think of the enormity of what I'm doing- yet again.
Then again, isn't the transition process enormous in itself?
Page 2.- Memories. I already mentioned Wendy above but I didn't mention a further chat we had about our past which happened to include having paper routes. I don't think anymore, many kids have paper routes. Some would say kids aren't motivated enough to work a route and some would say it is not safe for them to do it. I would think the latter.
Over the decades, I lost touch with how I had the financial means to buy my own "stash" of girl's clothes and makeup. I forgot my paper route. Between the route and a weekly allowance I received from Mom and Dad, I began to have a real reason to make money-I needed new make up!
Even better, I had the opportunity to spend my income (the American way!). My Grandma lived a mere four or five blocks from a real live thriving downtown in the town I lived just outside of. It was a match made in heaven, I'm sure my parents were just as eager to get rid of my 12 year old behind, as I was to spend my money on wondrous new girl stuff. Once I got to Grandma's it was certainly OK if I walked downtown and got out of her hair too. Once I was down there, a couple of the old "five and dime" stores became my favorite place to get scared to death, rush in, try to buy the best makeup I could and escape back into the world. Makeup wasn't my only purchase either. One magical day, I found my first pair of women's shoes that actually fit and I could afford.
As Wendy proved I wasn't the only kid of our age demographic who worked a "route". It taught us the power of money and how to be entrepreneurs (I couldn't wait to expand my route into a new housing development.) What differentiates us was exactly what we were using the money for.
Page 3.- Week in Review. This past seven days saw no more new dramatic interviews with transgender icons but plenty of rumblings still reverberating. As they should. Plus a few more barriers were crashed in places such as Virginia who approved the rights of transgender athletes to participate in the sport they desire, as their chosen gender.
Finally, on a negative note we addressed the needs of senior trans women and men.
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