What's in a Name?

Yesterday I went to the bank I have literally been with since my youth (my Dad worked there). 

As mergers and acquisitions would have it, when I moved to the Cincinnati area, I discovered one of the banks new branches less than a mile away.

I was going to tie up loose ends in my gender marker journey and getting my new name put on my accounts. It went well after the poor teller figured out I didn't have any changes to my social security number (goddess forbid.)

On the way home and after I thought a bit more about my upcoming colonoscopy and the future "indignities" of it, I began to consider the benefits of choosing an androgynous name.

Regardless of my name, all my gender markers now read "female" but of course I still have all my male "bits" and probably a full "c" in the breast department, Oh yes, let's not forget my hair which is starting to feel the effects of my return engagement with estrogen, and starting to grow again.

Being health professionals, I am sure I will be treated with respect but I'm betting I will provide more than a little conversation after the procedure.

Then again, does it all have to be all about me?

Turn It Over Girl.

During my Doc's visit yesterday, he mentioned it was time to schedule yet another fun filled event called a "colonoscopy."

If you are not familiar, the "event" is basically a two day deal. One is to clean you out...the other to take a peak at what is going on with your intestines. Now, rest assured this is my third time through this, so I am a relative expert.

The stories are worse than the actual "c-scope." Plus, nothing could be as bad as colon cancer.

My problem is vanity, pure and simple. I am not looking forward to wearing a hospital gown which opens in the back to the world to do this. Hair removal in certain key areas will be interesting if not painful,

Also, I see this as the first in a future of showing my "sexy" transgender body to a set of peeps I would rather not see it.

Old age.

The Three "F's"

You probably of heard of of "fight or flight" and I have simply added fear for my other "F." So, fear, fight or flight. 

The reason I bring it up is today when I was out and about running errands - as a woman of course and sure I felt a little uncertainty about where and when and if's of where I was going.

I thought what the hell, why was I still feeling this way and it occurred to me I always might. Unless some miracle happens I expect to never be a totally beautiful feminine critter but I do expect (and do) own what I am, The only thing I can say is I am getting better and better at adjusting to and becoming the person I was always destined to be,

In fact, I ran into a couple peeps who I hadn't seen in quite awhile. They went out of their way to say how different I acted. I was just calmer some how.

Homecoming I guess. Now If I can escape the"Three F's" with another letter of the alphabet. Happy.