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• My Closet is unlocked at least

  by wendy larsen February 18, 2007
  I just looked at Wendy's footlocker. A day or two ago I realized that I had not locked the padlock as I ALWAYS have in the past. It's still unlocked. Yet another indication that I've accepted myself and stopped living in fear. My clothes drying from two weekends ago are still hanging in the cl...

• Wendy's first Valentine's Day.

  by wendy larsen February 16, 2007
  First, I have to say how surprised I am now at my casual reaction to my housemates coming home and almost seeing Wendy's things. Part of me doesn't understand why I was not terrified when it actually happened. I was very Zen about it....and because of that I got the job done. Had I panicked I w...

• Wendy's First Xmas and a new life.

  by wendy larsen February 1, 2007
  [sorry, I guess wing dings font was enabled...i could read it fine but it must have been all symbols to the rest of you...it should be fixed now]Well, Sundance outdid herself. She made it down twice in December. She brought Wendy girlstuff both times. Clothing and Jewelry. A BIG bag of jewelr...

• Stuck in the middle with you.

  by wendy larsen December 27, 2006
  I've not posted for a while. There is a reason. Fighting to get a job again, with my future in limbo, I put myself, as I often do, on hold. It's a self-deception, of course. Inside, the transgender volcano is just building up for another eruption of "self". This week it happened aga...

• ANOTHER car goes BABOOM....Wendy, again, does not.

  by wendy larsen September 27, 2006
  It looked like I would finally start work again. The company had called me back twice to encourage me to finish up the application process and to ask me if I had received another package they had sent. I left one clinic appointment and headed for the last task I needed to finish to be ready to ...

• Another Shopping trip.

  by wendy larsen September 10, 2006
  I've had two long weekends,  in an 18 day stretch, where I was able to be en femme most of the time in a low-stress environment.  Today I  took of my shirt and skirt and slipped some jeans and a t shirt (one of Wendy's) over the panties, garterbelt and stockings that I had been wearing, some socks, ...

• When you can't go back....go foward.

  by wendy larsen June 11, 2006
  Well, after two awful weeks in bed with the flu, I finally was strong enough to go out.  Sundance needed to shop for food to supplement the awful hospital meals.  We both needed to  Shop.I started to get ready and decided not to wear my black trousers because I wanted them clean for job interviews t...

• I can't ever go back.

  by wendy larsen May 30, 2006
  I can't go back to the life I had before.  Like Lucy said, its like being a Zombie.  It's not being alive.  Wherever I am headed, I can't ever go back to being Him.   There really is nothing to go back to and I can't play the part any longer.If there was any doubt, this realization was driven home o...

• Happiness is not without it's price.

  by wendy larsen May 29, 2006
  This blog is triggered by a post in Forums that I just finished.  As often happens now, things rattle around in my brain until something I think or someone else says brings it all together. I've given up the struggle of playing "Quein es mas macho" all the time and making sure I do what is...

• Being TG can be a source of happiness

  by wendy larsen May 26, 2006
  Went out again, on Wendnesday,  with my ex, who will be referred to from now on as The Sundance Kid (or Sundance).  This was her choice of a name and has a number of reference-meanings.  I picked up another job application and we did some shopping.  Found her some lovely buckskin flats that looked w...