Tranassic Hair

Good news about hair is you can grow it, the bad news is you have to keep track of it. I have made the comment around here in Cyrsti's Condo about the biggest change from wig to hair was it was the first time in my feminine life I just couldn't swivel a wig stand and see the back of my head.

On a deeper level though, I learned how a woman's hair defines her and why some have  "bad hair" days.

Yesterday, Liz and I had to get up at an incredibly impossible hour to take her 90 year old Dad in for a medical procedure.  I will only say "back in the day" I only saw 4:30 am from the "other side"- I had never been to bed.

Last night though, it was time for my monthly shower which now includes the "shampoo" decision. Lately I have been in love with my "the mousse is loose" hair style.  Basically, I just volumize, condition, apply mousse and air dry.(Instead of a flat iron.) Normally, I think "hey I love this! But yesterday when we got to the surgery center, I went to the restroom, looked in the mirror and said damn!!!! I had a real live bad hair day going on. All this time I thought they were staring at me because I was transgender-not because of my hair!

Not to be discouraged though, today I had a chance to consider my hair decisions. With the 90 degree plus humid heat today, pulling my hair back in a loose ponytail and rock some neat earrings I don't wear much.

Putting the "mousse" away for a day or so is not a bad idea it seems.

First You Procrastinate-Then You Shave It

OK, I am an excellent procrastinator. Why work on something ahead of time until you can put it off till later? Right??? And yes, more than a little of leading this transgender woman life takes a little more upkeep, Well, a lot more.

No more procrastination- summer has hit with a passion here in Ohio, with 90 degree heat and humidity to match. I literally and figurally was not ready with my legs. I normally always wear some sort of jeans and getting rowdy for me is putting on a pair of capri's. Plus I never wear hot panty hose. So I kept procrastinating getting my legs in summer condition. Tanned and smooth-with no fuzz of course (plus, I am not going to get into foot care now!

As I was considering the heat waves ahead, I thought I had never really owned a pair of women's shorts. Since now I can wear tank tops, shorts may be a way to go this summer.

I have two big time problems: quite the coat of "fuzz" on my legs and under the fuzz, my skin resembles "Casper the Ghost." Which, presents another problem. My arms have tanned evenly and better than I ever thought possible, I have diligently used a mix of a mild tanning lotion, the sun itself and sun tan lotions.  My legs are going to have to run fast to catch up. Without the fuzz.

Damn procrastination! Feels like I am back in college pulling "all nighters" before exams!

"TransAssic" and the Trans Girl II

Yesterday I wrote a post called "TransAassic Park". I was attempting to point out the extreme differences in how the generations view the basic binaries of gender. In fact more than a few 20 somethings I met and heard from in Columbus a couple weeks ago preferred not to participate in a strict gender binary label at all.

Being one of the dinosaurs I mentioned, I wonder if a term such as transgender which appeared during my life and served a very real need for me may also become less and less relevant as I age further.

Example? Liz and I went to dinner last night.  HRT has given me just enough  precious passing privilege to help make life easier. But labels I'm sure get in someone's way. (To the consternation of many.) I have my own breasts and a semblance of a feminine figure compliments of my diet-but no one is slapping a genetic female label on me. Including me. However, I have become my own woman and she is happy to be here.

So, calling myself transgender anymore may describe may just be a "TransAassic" term of how I arrived at where I am today. Plus, it's a great label to use these days especially after the publicity binge we are going through. 

Truly though, I am not so sure it's accurate any more. Maybe it's time to put it into a closet in the museum?