mac is off to school, I have half my fingernails done, and the dishwasher is going. next up, phone meeting with NY. Then getting my invoices in for 2 weeks of work and processing at least 4 troublesome invoices. Then therapy with mom and I think I may call it a day at that point.

Kathy, I'm so sorry.

For MTFs who transition as adults, gotta say, the results are usually waaaay more obvious than FTMs, partly because of size, and because growing a beard is easier than getting rid of one.

I only know one FTM, who transitioned as an adult, and I only ever met him after his transition, and I honestly would never EVER have guessed he wasn't born a male. The MTFs I know (one of whom fulfilled the stereotype and went to Thailand for the reassignment surgery -- and she says the surgeon did an amazing job)...I knew them before they transitioned, so while I have no problem thinking of them as women, I still remember that they're trans women.

With the FTM, I only ever think, "Yeah, he's a dude." And that's how he hopes everyone would think about him.

Funny story: C. (the FTM dude) is one of those multi-talented people who can cook and sew and drywall a basement, etc. So he decided one day that he was going to make himself a corset. And it was a simple corset -- just canvas and twill, but really really well-done. He wore it to a party, and several people pulled his GF aside to ask if C. was regretting transitioning, or was thinking about "going back," or whatever.

I was standing there for one of those conversations, and before his GF could answer, I said, "Damn, [name]! Sometimes a dude just wants to wear a corset! Ain't nothing weird about that!"

I recently got matched on OKCupid with a super cute transguy (he said it in his profile, I guess to weed people out...). Too bad I could not get past my height issue!

Jesse, you're absolutely hysterical.

Seriously, I was like, "Well, maybe.... Oh, 5'6"??? Sorry, sir."

I love that the height was the deciding factor.

It took me 30 minutes to get dressed this morning. Or to decide on clothing. I have to give a presentation at a school site I've never been too today. It's hot. I wanted to go the sundress route, but just NOT professional enough. And I have cropped pants in three colors: khaki, green and pink plaid. The shirt that would be appropriate did not match ANY of those pants.

I tried on three dresses and put them in the donate bag, ditto with two bras.

Finally I chose a duro dress with a red cami and Simple shoes. I feel like I'm in erinaceous drag.

I'm wearing the dress I swore not to wear to work anymore, because of Jesse. She said camisole and dress, I thought of this, and now we'll see if I'd just been having a day or what.

Also, I will not make eye contact with strangers.

I feel like I'm in erinaceous drag.

Heh.

OMG, I am starving.

OMG, I am starving.

S. woke me up with an Egg McMuffin and a hash brown, and I was so happy! And then it was eh. Total eh. McDonald's, you let me down.