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TUESDAY, 23 MAY 2006
Did two things today. I joined the California chapter of TW USA..and...
This morning is the first time the sun will rise on Wendy with pierced ears; my birthday present from my best friend Tuesday for my birthday Monday. Only 4mm 14K gold balls now, but in 6-8 weeks I can finally wear any earring I want to instead of clip-ons. Looking at earings with my studs in today was a whole new emotional experience because I finally knew I could wear any of the beautiful ones that I looked at. I almost cried twice before I left the shop that did the piercing. Then we went off and window shopped for more jewelry. 1829, here I come. My frend went around all evening with a big, healty grin on her face. Then we went home and we tried out different stlyles of tying my pony tail with leather strips/wraps. Can't wait to move so I'm already gender-bending my style of dress by being a more decorative male.
Oh, funny story. I wandered around the upscale Yuppie mall for two hours carrying a little, sweet fuscia bag with my ear-care supplies in it......only one way to carry it and it didn't look very macho, lol. THEN I realized it said "just got my ears pierced at Claire's" in big white letters on the side away from me and facing everyone, so NO WAY anyone didn't notice my new earrings. We laughed our heads off at that one.
I feel good. Yayyyyyyyyy.
My friend and I are getting very blase about being discrete about my interests. We wandered through jewelry and cosmetics departments chatting away like a couple of girlfriends. Nobody cares. I'm gonna start taking notes because a day out with her is an education in girlculture. I still get uptight at times, but usually I don't care much. Not quite the same being open as being dressed, but I think it's a good start...sort of a mental conditioning to overcome long-term training to be automatically ashamed of what I am....not the thinking reaction, the automatic one. I think the more I condition myself to not be ashamed to BE Wendy, the less being en femme will make me self-conscious.
I was going to add more to this after sleeping, but now I'm not sure what I wanted to add. Guess I'll stop here and move along.
