Day 1: New Beginnings
2014 September 23
I’ve been dealing with gender identity for most of my life.
It feels so freeing to say that now.
It was 40 years ago, literally, that I crossdressed for the first time.
I was eight years old and tried on a cute little dress in the basement of a local thrift shop.
And it made me feel so… alive. Almost electric.
But I’ve hidden that part of me from the world, purged it, denied it — if it’s a stage of death and dying — I’ve done it.
So in the past week I decided this is no longer tolerable.
To quote All That Jazz (and Dr. Kübler-Ross on the final stage of death and dying), “I accept!”
I am transgendered, hear me roar… and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be ashamed of it anymore.
So I bit the bullet and made two appointments for this week. One with a gender specialist and a second with a hair stylist to get my hair cut in a more feminine style (finally!).
I am so excited right now.I’m sure the fear will creep in, but right now, I am stupid, giggly happy.
Note: When I began transitioning in 2014, I was known by my nickname DiG, which sufficed until I learned my mom had chosen Jennifer had my birth gone differently. So for historical sake, I leave my posts and podcasts as originally conceived, but know that my name is and apparently always was Jen.
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