Atypical Trans Late Bloomer

I was told, when I was young, that nothing offends a person as much as something they believe themselves. Boy (which is probably a term I should stop using) does this image below grab a hold of me. It brings up all my fears: being ridiculous, being seen as a threat, being seen as a pervert.

Video killed the radio star. Social media killed the blogger. Maybe blogs are coming back? New cool website for Hannah McKnight, a cool transgender T-Girl (her term). I've seen Hannah on twitter and I'm pleased to see her new website.

At this point in my transition, 3 years HRT, 66 years old, my clothing is almost exclusively from thrift stores. It's relatively pain-free. If I buy something it's only a few dollars, if it doesn't fit I donate it to Marsha's Closet , my nearest local trans support group. In general: women's sizes are strange and I don't know why we/they put up with it. I found an unexpected source of great clothes for big people (6f1, 230 pounds) at Torrid clothing in Morgantown WV . Very helpful staff. Very trans friendly. An excellent shopping experience. Just wow. It's the way clothing shopping should be.

Ordered a zine from Lee Shevek here , I think it's going to be pretty interesting. Front page art here:

< Wikipedia says it's true , so it must be.

When I was younger, and somebody went off on a topic, and my children were there, we would signal to each other and touch a Button on our shirts and share a private joke. It meant, "we discovered somebody's button". I have some buttons. I hate not being believed. I hate letting somebody down after promising them I had something covered. I hate somebody being hurt because of me. I hate the thought of being a joke, and especially of being a trans joke. I saw this cartoon and it found one of my buttons. I've been told, nothing verbal can hurt us except for the things we fear about ourselves.

One partner starts smoking when neither smoked. One partner stops drinking when they both drank quite a bit. One partner starts doing Ayahuasca retreats once a month, or monkish contemplative retreats, or becomes a Buddhist when they never had before. In each case, one partner makes a voluntary unilateral decision to change the status quo. I think lovers and families love the version of you they chose to accept at first, smoking and drinking etc, and if you change they tend to prefer you the way you were. I think families and relationships are challenged by change.  They should rewrite the marriage vow: Will you love, honor, comfort them for better or worse... and they should add "... and not significantly change, till death do you part." People change, that's what they do. Of course, not all changes are category busters.