Spring

                                        And The
               Return  to
         Normality

Occasional I get the chance to forget that I'm a transgender woman and just enjoy living a life.

A life of normal daily events free from the clutter in my mind. 

Today was one such day. I  awoke from a dream where I was the female savior of the day, rescuing, I guess my love interest in this dream from the boredom of a government service queue. Then scaling the heights of the complex to escape with my sidekick though to top window

it was half  'Indiana Jones' and half 'Lara Croft' as I scaled the vine ropes and climbed too safety and the next adventure 

One of the coolest dreams I've ever woken from

Yes there was a cost to this dream 

Quite simply I slept in an extra hour longer than I had intended to.

So rushing trough my morning ritual of coffees, cigarettes and shower. I walked out the door to a beautiful springtime morning full of promise for the coming months.

I still arrived at the shop with time spare to check my hair and touch up my lipstick.

Customers milling around through the racks searching for their size and style and through the bargain bins outside for those staple garments.

Bright colourful dresses billowing like sails in the cool springtime breeze heralding in spring with their easy dance.

Inside I get to play with Kym-Lee's niece Tiffany. Hide and seek from the evil Raggedy-Anne, Tinkerbell bringing back to life 'Baby Bear' after his tragic fall from the throne. 

Then capturing the Evil Dragon and restoring peace to Papa Bears kingdom. 

Such a hectic day and its still not over 

Later we met up with Trace and her partner and walked over to the Buddhist temple while Tiffany got to fly and jump the whole way even up and down the steps to the temple.

The massive alabaster Buddha outside overlooking the valley was dwarfed by the gold leaf Buddha sitting at repose inside watching us all with loving eyes as we explored the many rooms and intricately carved dioramas. 

Such an amazing place and it took me back to walk trough the Sydney Gardens of friendship with my two lovely friends last year. Trace's partner giving us the narrated tour as we(I) saw  and learnt the history of a particular depiction of Buddha or priest.

I was even given my own little Buddha to take home, to give me wisdom and love in my life. He now sits on my dresser table to watch over me and bring me peace 

  

  

We sometimes forget the importance of just being accepted as who we are, and being treated with the same respect we give others without having to explain why we are undergoing this journey. 

I came home last night with sore feet and sore arms from swinging Tiffany up in the air. 

And a very happy heart.

   

A Day to remember / Wardrobe malfunction

After having spent a wonderful day and evening with a good friend I had never met before .

We decided to head of to the "Transgender Day of Remembrance". a yearly event to mark the passing of some of our Sisters and  Brothers who we have lost to violent hate crime. It sounds grim I know but it is also a celebration of how much society has and is changing its viewpoint about our unique Gift/Curse .

I say Gift/Curse as we are equipped with a unique perspective on life, love and people that I wouldn't give up for all the world. We quickly learn not to judge solely based on what and how a person projects to the world as its  more often than not, the mask worn to protect themselves from judgement or ridicule

looking out the window with the sun shinning ,I assumed that this event will be at a park and  as its going to be a hot day.  I decided that I would try on my brand new and never worn $200 'Satch"dress that I found at the Salvo store for $30 

Its Smurf blue with these lovely pastel green braided spaghetti straps and impossible to wear a bra with.

I tried it on and my friend assured me I looked great in it , you have to love friends that tell the best lies 

teamed up with a pair of five inch strappy heels I had never worn we headed of to find a patch of grass 

Only to find that it was an indoors event, and I was going to bring a parasol and sunblock. Well this little miss felt very overdressed as I looked around to see my Sisters and Brothers all very casual and  hear I am in this quite revealing dress 

At the entryway there were this nicely made yellow ribbons symbolising the days festivities 

 As I dragged my handbag of my shoulder  to rummage for change to put t in the donation box the flimsy shoulder strap fell down my arm dragging the top of my dress. Here I am coins in jar and I have my whole left breast on display. I must have terrified the young man at the door but he hid it well and we both had a laugh about it 

Throughout the day I had similar although not as showy events. If I leant over the wrong way it would afford people a glimpse of a part of me I usually do not display.