Steamy!

Heat index of one hundred degrees in my part of the world. A humid heat. The sort of heat that melts you and your makeup!
Summer is young and so far I have been able to put together a number of flattering outfits that make an attempt to keep me cool. 
I think I have passed along the fact that I can't shave my arms (due to work) and have these damn thick wrists that were a plus swinging a bat but a negative with even three quarter sleeves.
I haunt the thrift stores now searching for any lite weight top with long sleeves and there are not many.
Another problem I have is I am seen by the same people more and more so I need a wardrobe that varies.
On the positive side, the shorter skirts I've found seem to be cooling and flattering to my legs. In addition, some of the more naive individuals I encounter just know I have to be female with my smooth hairless legs.
At any rate, summer is not one of my favorite times of the year.  What famous philosopher said "deal with it"?

Dad's Not Home

With "Father's Day" approaching, I started to wonder where he went. Not my Dad. He passed years ago and was fortunate to have lived a long and productive life.
I'm thinking about me the "Dad". I have a daughter who I came out to the beginning of this year.
When I have nights like last night when no one questioned my female presentation I know "Dad" is gone. I knew Dad was gone a couple days ago when I saw the blond in the mirror as I shopped. I knew I was her...all her.
Later on this month I will get my "Father's Day" card and phone call.  I know no matter what happens I will always be "Dad". I certainly will not use the opportunity to bring the whole trans situation up again to my daughter. She has enough life to worry about!
I was thinking of getting my own card. My own little version of goodbye. Then again, a little too dramatic?

I Exercised My Right!

I exercised my right as a girl, went blond again and had a wonderful time.

I truly believe that "blonde's don't have more fun" but they certainly do get more attention.
My attention last night was all good from what I could determine. Of course other women provide the best feedback. 
I was dressed rather professionally with black jacket, skirt, white cami and flats. I passed several groups of middle aged to younger women who paid me no attention what so ever. I did get one eye eye "bitch" look from a 20 something blond later but that was it.
Surprisingly, yet another very strong "girl thing" has crept into my existence.
Since I wear a lot of jeans, crossing my legs has never really been a priority with me.
Until now.
Wearing a short skirt and leaning back and reading or texting really helps me feel woman.  I know what you are thinking..."DUH".
As I carried on a fashion conversation last night with a woman sitting next to me and later when I caught a man looking at my legs I wondered how I missed this.
Maybe it's like the blond hair...it all comes back to help!