Just Being Me

This morning Liz and I made our way to one of our fave groups-the Cincinnati Creative Meetup folks. A bunch of them fancy themselves as writers (as I do) but even I have managed to scratch out a bit more work than most.

Momma Karma though normally puts one or both of us close to an interesting person, regardless of their past literary successes. Of course (like it or not) I am sort of an attraction because I am transgender. 

Today, the person who ended up sitting between us for coffee and breakfast was a veteran too and writing about her experiences as a cis woman vet.

Of course we went from where and when did we serve to and what sort of care were we getting from the the VA. It turned out I thought mine was better in Dayton than hers in Cincinnati, which is probably not unusual.

From there came the fun part when I told her I was invited to the women's vets Memorial Day Picnic in Dayton this year and was tearing up as I told her. Not as bad though as when I made the point about Caitlin Jenner backing Ted Cruz, the all time worst choice of the candidates to support any LGBTQ rights.

With that, an exciting day of grocery shopping awaited and no we didn't see our friendly heels and hose cross dresser at the market, this time I really want to talk to her!

Helllloooo!

Before we get started, I would like to send a big "write out" to Kristina Nicole from the "Big Apple" who reads Cyrsti's Condo and is originally from Queens, New York. 

In it's a "small Facebook world", Kristina is one of two friends adds I just happened into. The other girl is from Seattle, where Connie is from. I asked her if she knew Connie or her man "Mick" but she didn't. 

At other times Facebook is too damn big. I finally have got the inactives from my past and have established a fairly strict set of rules for me to befriend you. Then again, the rules aren't too bad. Don't be some sort of fetish freak, from some country I have never heard of and a troll and there you are. Plus, I tell you the truth, I struggle with understanding what Facebook can or can't do for me, but I'm surviving!

Now, back to Kristina, I don't think I have had the chance to tell her my lead provider's nurse at the Veteran's Administration is from Queens.

At my age, I can't help but marvel how far we have come from the rural party line phone we had. It was no party when Mom or Dad caught us listening in on a neighbor!

Spring Into Spring?

Looking head on (no pun intended) on my newest hair color adventure. For once, my timing is fairly decent as the never ending gray color is beginning to slip through.

Trans Vet Pride

I'm considering going with a lighter red color this time around which will give me more options to stay ligher, go dark again or back to the vibrant "violet" which was such a hit last fall. Decisions, decisions,decisions. One thing for sure is I will have to color it again sometime around Memorial Day for my invite to the Veterans Picnic at the VA in Dayton and Trans Ohio Symposium. 

As I look back on it, maybe my violet hair was a bit of a clue that I may be wild enough to take on the "Frank N Furter character from Rocky Horror Show. (How about 'selfies' with Frankie') to make some money for charity?

TransOhio 2015

Also, before I forget again, thanks to all of you who bought my book. All of the sudden I began to get bi-weekly reports from the publishing platform I am on and at one point Stilettos on Thin Ice was in the top 35% of all Kindle/Amazon non fiction books. (Can't make any of that up.) Now I have to get up off my arse and get #2 done!