I have had absolutely no luck in locating my old friend. I logged in for a few hours every day for a few weeks, but in the end, they never showed up. I sent them several in-game messages from multiple characters, one of which had my email address. I'm desperately hoping that someday they will get in touch with me. If you ever played on the Corbantis server and knew a Twi'lek female character who ran around with a human female character, please, email me.
On a brighter note, I went on vacation with Lindsey! We went to an indoor waterpark that was unfortunately more kid-oriented than anything, and then to a big theme park the next day. I won't go into specifics to spare her some embarrassment, but suffice to say, she is a terrible shot.
Another high: Kate got a kitten! We're both really excited about that. She's a cute little thing, a Calico. Name is up in the air, but we're leaning towards Kaylee, after the engineer from Firefly.
UPDATE: Kaylee it is!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Patron Saint of Awesome
Lindsey is my hero.
This girl cleaned out her closets today, and had a sackload of clothing that she didn't want anymore. Extremely generously, she decided to give me the vast majority of it. I now have enough tops to last me for quite some time, and some delightfully tight shorts/jeans to boot. Most of them are a little on the small side (she's a small girl), but that really isn't a bad thing. As a transsexual, I tend to overcompensate and go for a highly feminine look whenever possible, to offset the inherent masculinity in my features and frame. I won't be able to wear some of it in public, but that doesn't bother me so much; I'm practically glowing with happiness over getting such a huge windfall of clothes.
In return for her complete sweetness, I'll be going to the practice for one of her sports teams. She's trying to recruit me--I'll see how it goes. Having a sport in addition to academics will probably help on college applications, but this is pretty much the worst year for me to get involved in something like that. A schedule completely filled with honors/AP courses is going to be quite hectic on its own. Still, I promised I would give her team a fair chance, so I will.
This girl cleaned out her closets today, and had a sackload of clothing that she didn't want anymore. Extremely generously, she decided to give me the vast majority of it. I now have enough tops to last me for quite some time, and some delightfully tight shorts/jeans to boot. Most of them are a little on the small side (she's a small girl), but that really isn't a bad thing. As a transsexual, I tend to overcompensate and go for a highly feminine look whenever possible, to offset the inherent masculinity in my features and frame. I won't be able to wear some of it in public, but that doesn't bother me so much; I'm practically glowing with happiness over getting such a huge windfall of clothes.
In return for her complete sweetness, I'll be going to the practice for one of her sports teams. She's trying to recruit me--I'll see how it goes. Having a sport in addition to academics will probably help on college applications, but this is pretty much the worst year for me to get involved in something like that. A schedule completely filled with honors/AP courses is going to be quite hectic on its own. Still, I promised I would give her team a fair chance, so I will.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Apologies
I'm sorry that I haven't been updating very much.
July has been a rough month for me. I've been getting a lot of transsexual gloom spells. Getting all down about gender identity, the cost of treatment, societal repercussions and perspectives, passability, et cetera, et cetera.
In the past, whenever I've been gloomy over such things, a good night's sleep usually clears it right up. That hasn't been happening this month. I'm hoping that this is just a temporary phase and that I get back into the motivated swing of things soon. If not, well, life is going to get very interesting around the time that school starts, 'cause I've still got a lot of summer homework to do, and presently not much motivation to do it.
So, in short: my apologies, I'll try to get back into posting mode soon.
July has been a rough month for me. I've been getting a lot of transsexual gloom spells. Getting all down about gender identity, the cost of treatment, societal repercussions and perspectives, passability, et cetera, et cetera.
In the past, whenever I've been gloomy over such things, a good night's sleep usually clears it right up. That hasn't been happening this month. I'm hoping that this is just a temporary phase and that I get back into the motivated swing of things soon. If not, well, life is going to get very interesting around the time that school starts, 'cause I've still got a lot of summer homework to do, and presently not much motivation to do it.
So, in short: my apologies, I'll try to get back into posting mode soon.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Quickie
For the record:
Speed dressing when your conservative Christian aunt and cousin show up unannounced so that they don't see you in drag: not fun.
Speed dressing when your conservative Christian aunt and cousin show up unannounced so that they don't see you in drag: not fun.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Sneaky!
Let’s talk about stealth.
On the 4th of July, you get together with a lot of people, a lot of family. For a transsexual who is mostly in the closet, that means you have to be careful. I’ve had to watch what I wear, what I say, and how I act for the past day or two.
This is really important when you’re, say, dining with your two conservative Christian right-wing grandparents.
I really don’t ever see myself telling them, no matter how far I transition. As far as they know, I’m their nice little grandson who’s going to give them nice little grandkids someday. They’re of a different era and of a different belief system than I am. Telling them would just make everything worse. They’d be judgmental or mad, I’d be ostracized and sad, not to mention a terrible poet.
Seriously though, there are some people who just don’t need to know about me. It’s going to give them a lot more peace of mind if they just keep on thinking that I’m an ordinary grandson. That’s why I don’t protest when they make conservative comments or say I should cut my hair (past my shoulders now!) or try to talk religion with me. Staying the way they expect me to be and not giving them attitude just works better.
Of course, they’ll probably live for a few more decades, what with medicine being as wondrous as it is these days. Hopefully within that timeframe I’ll have gotten on hormones at the very least, gotten surgery at the most. So, the way I see it, I have two options:
1) Never see them again after that point
2) As a transitioned MTF, become a FTM around them.
Well played, Irony. Well played.
On the 4th of July, you get together with a lot of people, a lot of family. For a transsexual who is mostly in the closet, that means you have to be careful. I’ve had to watch what I wear, what I say, and how I act for the past day or two.
This is really important when you’re, say, dining with your two conservative Christian right-wing grandparents.
I really don’t ever see myself telling them, no matter how far I transition. As far as they know, I’m their nice little grandson who’s going to give them nice little grandkids someday. They’re of a different era and of a different belief system than I am. Telling them would just make everything worse. They’d be judgmental or mad, I’d be ostracized and sad, not to mention a terrible poet.
Seriously though, there are some people who just don’t need to know about me. It’s going to give them a lot more peace of mind if they just keep on thinking that I’m an ordinary grandson. That’s why I don’t protest when they make conservative comments or say I should cut my hair (past my shoulders now!) or try to talk religion with me. Staying the way they expect me to be and not giving them attitude just works better.
Of course, they’ll probably live for a few more decades, what with medicine being as wondrous as it is these days. Hopefully within that timeframe I’ll have gotten on hormones at the very least, gotten surgery at the most. So, the way I see it, I have two options:
1) Never see them again after that point
2) As a transitioned MTF, become a FTM around them.
Well played, Irony. Well played.
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