Wintertime in Ohio

 

Hair by JJ Hart, Beadwork by
LizTDesigns.

My wife Liz sells a fairly wide range of her artistic/crafting skills on a platform called Etsy.

Yesterday, she ran into a shipping snag with an item that she sold, and we had to venture out into a very busy scene as everyone was out before a winter storm hit. We did not have far to go to get to the shipping store and then the post office, so I did not have to do any prep work for the brief trip. In fact, I did not even have to shave closely since we had gone out to eat the night before with her son at our favorite restaurant.

The bottom line was when I finished writing yesterday’s post, and Liz abruptly said was I ready to go, I was. I was in a what you see is what you get mode. I was not a transgender woman, I was me, and I am always interested to see how that attitude plays out. Because no matter how long I have been out in a transfeminine world, I still have a little voice in the back of my head wondering will I be discovered as some sort of a gender impostor.

As it turned out, the only person I encountered closely with Liz paid no attention whatsoever. I was just another face in the crowd while she worked her way through the problem Liz had and then we were off to the post office. As I said earlier, everything was crazy busy which meant the post office was going to be also. This time I took the easy way out and stayed in the car. I was in jeans, an Ohio State sweatshirt, fleece and snow boots so I was quite comfortable in the car while I waited.

For once, the weather people were dead on, on their forecast and we got between six to eight inches of snow before the temperature plummeted to below zero (F) temperatures. We have a fairly new furnace and plenty of supplies so we should make it with no problems until the temps rise back up in the middle of the week. In true Cincinnati style, the high temperature will be near fifty degrees.

In January Liz and I have another vacation planned to go south to warmer climates, and sometime I am going to venture out to our local pharmacy to get another Covid booster. Hopefully, this shot will keep me out of the hospital which is what happened last year when I caught Covid and ended up in the hospital for three days in Georgia in the Atlanta area. It’s not until the 24^th of January but time flies when you are having fun and will be here before I know it.

In the meantime, I know the brutal winter weather is affecting large portions of the country, along with flooding in the Pacific Northwest so I hope you are surviving the best you can.

A Trans Girl's First Christmas

 

Clifton Mills, Clifton, Ohio. 

The newly fallen snow around here in southern Ohio has brought back my Christmas spirit and memories of my earliest days of coming out of my gender shell and exploring the world.

Years ago, my second wife and I used to make a regular trip to a wonderful Christmas light display at a place called Clifton Mills, which was/is a restored grist mill approximately twenty miles from where we lived. Even though I did enjoy going with my wife, in the back of my head, I always wondered what it would be like to experience the evening as a woman. Finally, when my wife began to work retail in the book business and had to work many nights, I got the chance to live my dream.

Before I did, I needed to figure out what I was going to wear for my special evening. I knew the weather would be rather crisp and cool, and I even had the chance of snow flurries if I was able to pick the right night when I was off work and she was working. I started my wardrobe with a warm fuzzy oversized sweater I loved and paired it with a pair of fleece leggings which would be warm enough to keep me warm as I wandered around enjoying all the lights and displays. Back in those days I had access to my own finances and was able to come up with enough money to buy me a pair of low-heeled snow boots which would help me navigate the long distances I would have to walk safely and comfortably as I walked through the village to get to the mill itself.

Once I figured out what I was going to wear, I had to make time to apply just the right amount of makeup to blend in with the other women in the crowd. I applied my makeup, got dressed and finished off my outfit with my shoulder length wavy blond wig. As I left the garage and slipped past my neighbors, it was dark, which helped me and my anticipation of what was coming up heightened. Would my expectations of spending my first evening out as a transgender woman at Christmas fulfil my dreams?

The twenty-mile drive seemed to take forever but I finally arrived, found a parking spot in the village, adjusted my makeup and hair and left the relative safety of the car. As I walked, I passed several people who did not give me a second look, so I started to calm down and enjoy myself and breathe in the night air as a free person. I even became so comfortable I stopped in one place for a hot chocolate and another for a hot spiced cider in the mill itself. The reaction to me at the hot chocolate stand was as warm and friendly as the drink itself which helped me to build confidence but the reaction from the younger girl where I bought the cider was as cold as the evening, so I did not wait around to buy anything else.

I found the only real problem I had was the lack of time I had to enjoy myself because I needed to be home and return into a boring man before my wife made it back. The end result was I completely enjoyed the experience of being a trans girl at Christmas and wanted more. The evening proved to me I could present well enough to enjoy myself and the only disappointment came when it was all over. My solution was, I needed to come up with other Christmas related transgender woman activities to test my abilities to present well in the midst of ciswomen doing the same thing. As Christmas approaches, I will share other experiences I had with you which turned out to be fun and eventful

The bottom line was, I found my confidence in my womanhood I never knew I had and at the same time bought gifts for others that meant something. A win-win situation for me and the evening I enjoyed the Christmas lights at the mill somehow were brighter and more festive than ever before as I was able to see them through my feminine eyes. Maybe a precursor to when I started HRT or gender affirming hormones which really opened my world to a whole new set of sensory perceptions.

If I had realized what my body was telling me earlier and reacted, maybe I could have saved myself and others around me a lot of turmoil and problems.