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  • 07 Nov 2010
    Well, had a wonderful time in Seattle with Joni and her SO.  It was peaceful, relaxing, cool, wet and GREEEEEEEEN. I got to do a workout in their back yard in soft, green grass to my ankles.  Two whole weeks of just being me.  Not having to work at either gender.  Not deciding which gender to dress as.  Joni was exactly like she is on line and her SO was a very intelligent and sweet lady, lots of fun, both of them.  Add in three friendly cats and one standoffish one and I was in heaven.We did not get Out en femme, as one usually means but with Joni and My wardrobes I am pretty sure a few of our trips to the grocery or thrift shop we were pretty much both in girl clothes if one read the labels.   Unfortunately both I and their second car were sick during parts of the trip.  I recovered; the car did not and was replaced.  Nevertheless it was a wonderful trip for me.  Thank you, Joni. On the way back a young lady from Peiking was all over me the entire trip and even when we got off the plane.  I truly wish I could have understood more of what she was saying, lol.****It was interesting being openly two-spirit during the trip.  I realized that en femme I am working as hard as I do en homme.  On the trip I did not have to work at either.  It was very relaxing.When I packed my suitcase this time, I realized I was experiencing none of the concern on my first trip packing for Wendy.  I did not care who looked in the suitcase or what they thought of it.  I also spent more effort on accessories than on outfits.  One extra piece and silver jewelry made one dressy outfit into two.  Gold jewelry worked with both outfits.  I packed more girl clothes than guy clothes but casually they get mixed anyway.  I also threw in more of my designer logo clothes than I normally wear en homme. ( Sundance does a great job of buying clothing gifts for me.  My male wardrobe has lables like Brooks Brothers and Armani thanks to her)  I even got stopped for a personal luggage check, twice, by security and was totally relaxed.  Big change from my VA trip not long ago.  I think it reflects a lot of internal changes and improved self-esteem over my gender issues.  Lucy has, again, proved right about our fears.  We seem to create most of our own stress, not others.
    1640 Posted by wendy larsen
  • 10 Dec 2010
    Spending time with Marsha Ann during her SRS has been a lot of fun and quite interesting. It also has taught me more about where I am, psychologically. There are no fantasies here; only reality. It is much like my first time assisting with a delivery in Obstetrics, but far more personal. Definitely emotional. It was interesting to find that it was not at all disturbing, for me, to contemplate the irreversible changes that were occurring. After all, the old parts just do not hold so much importance any more. Their only meaning is functional, not emotional or self-identifying. As I told another friend, if I woke up with the male parts missing it would not be that upsetting. Neither would waking up and finding I had had SRS. I guess that is a result of personal identity. Once I could accept what I truly was (two-spirit), identity was no longer dependent on physicality. As most of us have realized on some level, gender is not about the physical. The physical often belies who we are, belies our true identity. Marsha, I am grateful for the priviledge of being allowed to spend this personally significant time with you.
    1529 Posted by wendy larsen
  • 18 Apr 2009
    The rural mid-west is a different world, with different values and a different way of life.  Slower, less sophisticated, less pressured but with much more focus on the people around you, the community, the individuals and therefore more intrusive.  People do not forget....EVER.  If you are Out in the mid-west, you are really Out.  Social pressure can be very strong.  Much of community is focused around a variety of Christian churches and around schools.  Local sports teams are the focus for excitement.  A celebrity may be Orville Redenbacker.  Some neighbors may drive a horse-and-buggy.  Yet in winter, after a blizzard, a posse of neighbors may show up on snowmobiles to see if outlying neighbors are safe and need anything.  Friends and Enemies may last a lifetime.  Everybody knows your business.  I approached my mother on the morning of the second day.  I was rested and ready to take the step that could blow up on me and cost me my family.  I had already seen the change that years there had made on one of my once free-thinking family members.  Their stand on same-sex marriage shocked me.  I never thought I'd hear such from their mouth.  The community had changed them.  Now the pressure was really on.   The price, if I was wrong about my mother, was high.  Had she changed in the long years of isolation in this social structure?  Was I about to get a Christian, verbal whipping?  I was "alone", no internet connection to seek last-minute counsel and support from my friends at TW.   I thought about Lucy Diamond, what she would say and what I needed to do.  I also knew that my mother deserved to know the truth about her child, even this late.  It was a step I had to take for her and for me and for those people who would, one day, come to me for counsel, no matter the results.  If things went very bad, I could take an earlier train to Chicago.   If not, I had a few days to spend with mom, provide support and education, and give us a chance to get acquainted as we never had before.  Mother and daughter.  If it must be done, 'twer best done quickly.And so it was.  I prefaced the news with "You may think that what I am about to tell you is a bad thing but I want you to know it is not.  I am happier than I have ever been in my life because of it and I would not change it for anything."  Then I dropped "the bomb".  "I am transgendered.  I was born part girl."  Etc.  It was over fairly fast.  Mum survived the Blitz in London. Mom accepted it right off, showed no distress, reassured me that she did not care and she loved me without any difference.  It seems that, still a devout Christian, she regularly laid into the more fundamentalist crowd over the topic of GLBT persons and True Christianity.  She's a friend of our Community.   She had no significant questions, and I asked and offered.  She sent me off with a stack of ladies tops from her wardrobe.   I took that opportunity to apologize, with a shy smile, for borrowing her things when I was child.  She also gave me the name she had decided on for a daughter.  Jeanette (Zyah-net).  Nobody could ask for a better Mom.   Lucy was right again, MOST people will accept you.   It was wonderful talking to her with a lifetime of pressure gone.  I was Wendy Jeanette, my mother's daughter.  The next day I readily asked her for one of her nail buffers to repair my nails and dipped into some of her skin care items.  She loves lavender, as I do.  We sat across from each other in the dining room, in front of the bay window, with farms stretching into the distance, and talked as we never had before for I was really Me and not some creation to fit a male role.  I was so, so happy.  Yes, waterworks.I passed on telling the other family member.  Time enough for that later, if needed.  I chose to glow in the wonder of being Me with mum.  I must go back again soon.NEXT:  U-BOAT HUNTING IN DOWNTOWN CHICAGO. [I apologize for any "a" errors but my key died during this post.  The keyboard needs a cut and shampoo or replacing.]
    1501 Posted by wendy larsen
  • 05 Oct 2010
    Thursday morning I head north to Seattle, WA....The Emerald City  (no I do not know why it is not in Aus.)I will be the guest of Joni Cruz, one of my long-time friends here at TGS., and her SO.   Probably will be out of touch for two weeks (mostly).  Only MY SO knows how to contact me for an emergency.  Can't wait to see the GREAT NORTHWESTERN MALL, hehe.  Hopefully meet some of the EMERALD CITY TRANSGENDER SOCIAL CLUB while there.  We are planning some Girls Night Out adventures together.Best of all, I get to finally meet my Sister Joni (no she's far from a nun),  TG Sister is what I mean.    We have gotten each other through some tough times, with and without HAGEN-DAZ chocolate ice cream.I am realizing how varied an experience "Coming Out" can be.  You tell friends you have known.  You make new friends on line.  You meet some of those friends in person.  You meet new persons en homme  AND en femme  and come Out to them, having never known them before.  privately, publicly.  It is not over all at once.  It is like life always was, one day at a time.So it is kind of strange that Joni and I are ONLY worried about how we will get along in person...not because we are TG.  That is the one thing that does not matter at all.  Wow!  How wonderful.  Strange and wonderful.  Wonderfully Strange.  Mostly wonderful.See you Thursday, sis.    I am sooooo, excited.Yaaaaaaaayyyyyy!********************This is what I think I would have looked like if I had been born female...based on pictures from my youth and close female relatives:Oh, bother!   I can't make it work, lol.  Maybe when I get back.
    1497 Posted by wendy larsen
Society Girl's Personal Blogs 1,146 views Jan 19, 2016
Things are More Serious but all too predictable

I do not know where 2015 went.   Much of it was a nightmarish landscape.   I did make it back to VA last winter but it was a "working" vacation, helping friends and not even a day to see Tracy or Merideth or a friend I had lost for decades who I found just before I made the trip.  I did manage to miss two train crashes.  When I got back I was caught up in a third person's disasters.  I actually was improving this year and went back to school and made plans to re-engage in physical activities...until I lost an arguement with a moving vehicle.  Now I am pretty banged up.  Hope to be able to get back on GS regularly.   I apologize for not responding to things like friend requests.  I will try to catch up and sort out who everyone is while doing so.

Pain is a daily event and it is so not my friend.  I need heavy pain meds to function beyond daily chores like cooking and light pain meds for that.  There has been, and there is not sign of imminent improvement.  I am unlikely to die or recover, so having to re-evaluate my future plans.   Melancholy is my watchword.  I keep watch and when I see melancholy coming I try to remember that I found Wendy and they can not take that from me. :-)   Then I take a pill, rotf.  God bless medical marijana for the really bad days.  I no longer enjoy it but it does make life more tolerable.  At least both Wendy and MJ are legal in CA.

Anyway, I promise to schedule unscheduled time for GS when my body permits.  Please do not be upset if I did not respond during the past year.   I miss my brothers and sisters here and plan to be here more.

Now, time for sugar fix.



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  • Matt 'Charlie' Enigma
    Matt 'Charlie' Enigma I know that you have had your struggles 'big sis' & I can say that I am very proud to have you as my big sis. You are always welcome to talk if you need to & you have been missed here xx
    January 19, 2016 - 2 like this - Report
  • Traci Lee O'Gara
    Traci Lee O'Gara Good to"see" you back in here Wendy!!! All the best for you in 2016~~~ xoxo
    January 20, 2016 - 1 likes this - Report
  • Mary Grace
    Mary Grace If "MJ" is what I think it is NYC has it now too. Should mellow out the peps. I hope you're recovering OK and get back to exercising. It's what keeps old folks going.
    January 23, 2016 - Report