The other thing to happen today was a coming out in public for the first time ever.
No. Not quite accurate. Today, to the nail varnish and neatly plucked eyebrows: the perfume and jewellery; today i added a skirt, stockings, pumps.
No doubt now that whoever i am, i am not as other guys, and some of the looks and a very few of the comments made that clear to me.
according to andrea, most looks were ok. Faintly amused, quickly turning aside to some other distraction. a few seemed genuinely non-plussed: a sort of sci-fi computeresque “does not compute”, attempting to match top half (male, slim, slightly effeminate) with bottom half (very femme, stylish, something else).
as andrea put it: as well i didn’t stand still, as some would, no doubt, have got totally stuck in the discontiunity.
the worst reaction i got? a Big Issue salesman who went: “Big Issue? Whatever you are”.
In one mega-supermarket (Tesco Bar Hill, in case you were wondering) two ladies apparently chose to giggle rudely over my appearance out of earshot. My earshot, that is.
Unfortunately for them, not outwith andrea’s hearing. she wandered up to them and interrupted with “But at least she’s not horrendously fat…like you two are”.
Politically incorrect? But of course: that is a defining characteristic of the woman.
Also, perhaps, a tad more rude than i would ever venture…but maybe, for once, deserved.
i am out, in so many ways now. i am sad that this is disruptive to those around, but i can’t put it back in the bottle. its me.