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| JJ Hart |
New Year’s Eve is upon us again.
With it comes a flood of memories, some good, some not so
good from both sides of my transgender border. First, let’s remember one of the
ugly male experiences I had. This came from years ago when I had completed my
tour of military duty and we were celebrating that as well as the New Years.
Being the huge drinker that I was, I ordered a keg of beer and
a bottle of mezcal for a smallish party my second wife (to be) and I were
having. Too much booze it seemed to stay socialized at all. To make a long
story short, after a hard night of trying to drink the mezcal and the barrel of
beer, when the clock struck zero and the ball in Times Square dropped, I did
not kiss my future wife first, I committed the ultimate sin of kissing her more
attractive sister. Needless to say, there was no way to hide what I did, and I
was in deep trouble no matter what I had to say about it. The damage was done, and I would have to live
with it for years. In fact, I don’t think I ever lived it down.
I could blame the entire unfortunate episode on toxic
masculinity setting in, but in fact, I was trying desperately to bury any
thoughts that I had of being a woman on yet another New Year’s Eve. From then
on, the yearly debacle which was a party on New Years went on by me in a blur.
At the least I proved I could outdrink anyone else and at its best I learned the
problems of acting like a fool and being careful to kiss the right person at
the right time.
Nothing really changed until I met my current wife Liz
approximately seven years ago when we went out on the town in downtown
Cincinnati for a New Year’s Eve celebration. We began with having an Uber ride
to our first destination, which was the Cincinnati Music Hall for a performance
of the symphony orchestra. Even though I thought I was dressed appropriately
for the occasion in my black sequined gown, I was still very terrified about
going at all. It turned out that once again all the worrying in the world did
not help me at all because nothing happened. I went, I blended and I conquered
all those around me who may have questioned having a transgender woman in their
midst. And probably, the best part was that the night was just beginning.
From the music hall, we took a terrifying taxi ride in a cab
company called Einstein Taxi (really). He drove us at breakneck speed to a venue
where we had dinner reservations down by the riverfront. Once we safely arrived,
we did not have to wait long to be seated and once again I was met with no
resistance to being me at all. The venue was also a micro-brewery which
featured German food, so we ate well as we waited for the ball to drop on a New
Year. This time, I made sure I was kissing the right woman. Liz of course,
before it was time to head back home and no, we did not drive.
This marked the first time I can remember I did not have the
thoughts of failure hanging over my head. I was not going to spend another year
as my hated male self again. What a relief!
This New Year’s we have a huge college football game to
watch as The Ohio State Buckeyes play Miami of Florida. Since the game does not
start until seven thirty, we will have plenty of time to open a bottle of wine
and toast the incoming 2026. Without dwelling on all of the problems the
transgender community had heaped on us in 2025, maybe the upcoming year will be
the one when the rest of the world says enough is enough and the upcoming mid
term elections will sweep the evilness and the liars out. It is the country’s
two hundred fiftieth anniversary. It is time to reclaim some of our past which
made us great.
That is my hope for the New Year, as well as I hope you have
a better year too, no matter what your goals and dreams might be. I will be
spending it in the comfort of my own home with my favorite person who did more
for my male to female gender transition than anyone else. It does not get any
better for me and I don’t have to worry about who I am going to kiss.
Happy New Year’s!
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