Atypical Transgender Late Bloomer

A long time between posts. I've been on HRT for 15 months now. It feels really good. Euphoric would apply. Today I came out to my friend B. They were so cool. A little but not surprised, a little bit surprised. They were excellent. I've been out with my team - my psychiatrist, my psychologist, my doctor, my endocrinologist, my cardiologist. I really have some doctors. I'm out to my daughter fully, and to my son conceptually but he's quite a distance away, we haven't seen each other face-to-face in almost a year. I will see him within the month. I live in a small town. 700 residents in the summer, 350 across the winter. Some winter in Florida, some go to Pittsburgh. It's a seasonal tourist town - three restaurants in season, one year-round. It's not a leading-edge place; it's a Christian, conservative, red-voter, Fox News town. A lot of guns. Very nice people, but they vote for some quirky politics. I have not been out widely in the town. I h...

I live in two places, mainly. There's a BigCity and a SmallTown. Occassionally, I'm at a sibling's house. The last two years I've been bouncing around. Usually, gripes about multiple places to rest your head are focused on the management of privilege; the beach house, the country house, the Euro villa. During COVID, it seems like every NY'er had Another Place. I usually travel with three bags, shown above. The left bag is meds, which for me is a significant amount of stuff. The second bag is briefcase: laptops, power cords, a few books. The right bag, the duffel bag, is everything else: clothes, underwear, a sweater, maybe a change of footwear. A ditty bag, a cosmetic kit. When I can expect to be in a place for a while, like: possibly a month!, I have other bags for personas. There's Cyclist Me, which involves helmets and tools, clothes, and other gear. There's Camping Me, which involves five smaller bags (panniers) with Food/Fire, Tools,...