Tiffani’s eyes got a little bigger. I kept going in my ad lib. I hadn’t prepared anything because I hadn’t planned this. It just … happened.
“I also know that you don’t want to get married again. And I’m okay with that. I don’t need the paper. Baby, this is a promise …
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The final straw for me was the day I was eating a free taco while I hid my face behind my computer monitor and cried. I was completely overwhelmed with a simple job at a grocery store. My sleep was shit from the constantly changing shift times. I was going home angry with myself for snapping at my employees. My equipment was constantly breaking and we were throwing away thousands of dollars’ worth of cheese …
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I hadn’t had that particular thought pop into my head in years and it meant one thing that worried me: my antidepressant wasn’t working as well as it had for the previous three years.
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I was interviewed for an article on Motherhood and Travel. Here’s the link. I know. Kinda weird, considering I don’t have ovaries to make an egg, a uterus to grow a human, or a vagina to vomit out said human. But, I mother the shit out of my three biological sons and my one son […]
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“However, I experienced a ton of harassment in Plano. Early in my transition, I was shopping in East Plano and had an employee of the grocery store loudly say to every customer and coworker in earshot ‘you never know what’s down below.’”
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I looked at her and said, “I’m fucking done with bras. My tits are small enough that I don’t need the support and the elastic in the chest strap is too damn tight. I’m only wearing them for special occasions and around my parents.”
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I think the whole thing started the night before, when I had a random dream that my baby momma wanted to get back together… which meant I was still living as a man in my dream. I had a moment of panic and doubt the same way I did five years ago when my marriage ended… am I really transgender? Did I fuck everything up because I like thongs and having tits and sk8r girl outfits?
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One of the more interesting things that has come out of my relationship so far is the realization that I’m the artsy fartsy one in the relationship. When I told my ex-wife that via text she responded “you’ve always been the artsy fartsy one.”
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Anne said, “thank you for letting me in.” I was confused because, well, I don’t consider myself a very closed-off person. If anything, I’m an open book that people want to close a little bit.
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I asked Anne what she meant and she said that I am “always on” when it comes to what’s known as passing. Passing is a slang term in the transgender community …
I feel like I’ve hit some kind of milestone in my transition. I’ve been getting a lot less “sir” and a lot more “ma’am” recently. Some of that is simply because I changed where I work to a more accepting part of the DFW metro and the other part is that being over two years on estrogen is really making a difference. Oh, and there’s the electrolysis and laser hair removal.
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