The Night Has a Thousand Eyes!

Or does it?
Monday's night out was as different as Sunday's was uneventful.
Sunday, I did get a late invite to a jewelry party I couldn't attend due to financial reasons! But the rest of the evening was totally uneventful.
The Monday negative was more humorous than anything. A transphobic security guard who patrols a neighborhood(where I go to a local tavern) and I met up at the door at the same time.  He paused slightly as if to open it for me then shot through and held it for me. It hurt him!
Now, there is a  good uneventful and a bad one.  A bad one is when there is no body out. No possible interactions. A good one is last night when no one gave me a second look in a place where I've had problems presenting in the past. The only person who did was a very plain lady eating by herself across the bar at a table. I could only wonder what she thought of me. She of the short straight mousy brown hair with no make up.  Me with the red curls all over the place. Certainly it was "bitch" or "guy".  She didn't pay me anymore attention so I assume it was "bitch". Plus she didn't follow me to the ladies room for a chat.
Like most females I like to be noticed for my appearance.  The problem is reading admiring glances or the alternative.
If I could only read minds for a couple of chosen hours a week!

Is it Kyra?

Did Kyra Sedgwick really accept her Emmy...or was it a stand in drag queen?

A Picture Tells...

A thousand words? Or is the image a look into your soul?
Can't answer either.
I have noticed many pix of transgendered people do show a profound happiness or sadness.  Normally, there is no in between.
When I post a new picture on my flickr photo 
site I get several comments and connections.  I wonder what you really see or even what I really see.
Sometimes I wonder who is that? Other times I see the real me. I see the other person who resides in my soul. I see a woman who looks amazingly like my Mom. I see attractive or I see male.
Recently, I've had questions asking if all the pictures were of me.
I can understand the confusion. I've been a blond, redhead and brunette. Why? The girl inside has not decided who she is totally. But-
Does the hair color really matter or is it a fun girl thing?

At the end of the day, the picture is only an image. If the day is clear maybe you just might get a look into your soul.
I did.