Prom Daze

Although I can barely remember my days in high school on most days (64-67). Prom is a different story. And, my-my-times "are a changin'" Take Maka Brown (below) in Utah 

From left: William Floor, prom prince, Jasper Clayton, prom king, Maka Brown, prom queen and Liliana Huettlinger, prom princess

Who would have "thunk it?" I can safely tell you NO ONE when I went to my junior prom in 1966 and Senior prom in 1967.

I am actually getting ahead of the curve a little this year with my annual "prom" post. Actually, in "years gone by" here in Cyrsti's Condo, I have been "taken to task" for writing about my Prom experiences at all. After all if I went to prom as a boy how trans could I have been?.

To me though, back then prom was the pinnacle of feminine privilege. After all, the boys were expected to ask the girl out and pick up almost all the tab for the evening. Then (to those of us who cared), the girls were the ones who were allowed to wear the fancy clothes, makeup and hair. My primary color for the evening was green-with envy.

Of course back in those days (and for years after) I didn't realize the grass on the other end of the gender divide wasn't necessarily greener. My date not only had to worry about me but how she presented to all of her friends too. Plus, I had no idea then of the expense she had to put up for the evening. (Hair, nails, dress, shoes, accessories -etc.) Plus, it wasn't until years later I learned the pain of waiting for someone to ask you to Prom was as bad as the insecurity of asking.

Plus, these days, I can't imagine what the "social media" generation goes through. Somehow, I can't believe Maka Brown's selection as promo queen was met with universal approval and bullying can take so many different paths than it used to. (Another blog post.)  

In future posts, I will write about Senior Prom.

Cyrsti's Condo "Quote of the Day"

On some days around here in the Condo, I sit back and think this: 

For some reason, I feel put upon by the world and want to blame someone or something else for the situation I may be in.  

The other day I was at my Sister in Law's doing something I didn't want to do and was not too happy about it.

She said "just take more of your estrogen, you will feel nicer."

I just fired back "really? how many times have you told me that women were the meaner gender?"

I agree and answered the proper way with - one finger.

Hey! You Have Boobies

Ok, a couple days ago, the weather around here in Southwestern Ohio blessed us with a fairly warm spring day. Warm enough that I was able to (for the first time) to "show off" my new self. I have lost nearly 35 pounds and discovered parts of my body like a waistline and yes even my "girls." 

It's been a lifetime of waiting for short sleeves, my own hair,  t shirt tops and the feel of "Momma Nature" on my body. Also, I dearly hate wearing bra's and so far Liz hasn't been on my back (or chest) about it. Essentially, I have developed a well formed (almost "C" cup)-so why not? On top (or under) all of that-we have had more than a couple "active" conversations about what to wear under a sun dress. Could be why I notice more than a few generics seeming to be in better moods around here as the weather warms!

At any rate, I was wearing my "peace sign" T-shirt getting ready to go out and my sister in law walked by and said "Wow! You do have boobies!" I thought to myself-forget the damn diet and let's get to the real compliment!  

I had to come down to earth before I went to meet my trans girl friend who is getting ready to move to Texas.