The other day, Liz came up and we again went into "attack mode" working on the lengthy process to sell my house. Later in the evening, we "celebrated" with a drink. The problem is, in my smallish town, there are only two venues I feel right about supporting and they were closed. Our option was driving twenty minutes one way to the venues I normally go to.
Finally, I thought "what the hell" and we went to the place where many years ago I had the cops called on me for using the women's rest room. I just wanted to enjoy a couple "adult beverages" with Liz. As luck would have it, the same bartender was working last night and we got to talk about "where I had been" In all fairness to her, she didn't call the cops back then.
Plus, since that time, I have gone through many MtF HRT physical transformations in the couple years since I have seen her. Also, even in the backward conservative town I am from, the populace is catching up to what a transgender person is.
So, in and out we went and in some small way, I slayed another one of my smaller dragons. Will we go back? Only as a last chance.