Friday, November 18, 2016

Getting out. Being me.

Hiya,

You may want to get comfy. This may be a long post ;-)

T - 24 hours

With luck tomorrow, I'll get a day out. Not just away from home or work, but also not in Richard mode. Not that I begrudge my identity. Far from it, I doubt I'd be where i am if I'd ploughed a 'bi-gender' furrow of my own. They do things differently in the past. :-)

So, I'm somewhat nervous, as I don't fully know if tomorrow's trip will play out. I've had one failure before and although it's only a week until Chams, I can feel the rumblings of distant storm clouds. That or the chilli beef wrap hasn't agreed with me ;-)

Other than nerves, and perhaps here's the nub of it: I'm about to break my promise about not going out. This isn't the first time and I don't it'll be the last.

It's complicated. :-/ I've had a night out in Leicester and that was fine. When the kids were tiny, I'd get changed at home and travel to Chams dressed.

So, why the guilt? Is it using holiday time? (we've nothing booked). It is deceit? (I do hold some personal things back. We all have secrets).

Another, and less introspective part of me, asks why not? I'm being careful. I'm not cheating. I'm going far from home. Plus, I've not been out for months. Perhaps, it is that old adage of taking care of your needs and feeling the rub that you're not a good partner, or parent, because you are thinking of yourself first.

Whatever this heady brew of conflict is, with luck, I'll look it in the eye, smile turn on a higher heel to face the world.

T - 67 minutes

Okay, those who should be in school are in school, and those who should be at work - bar me, dear reader - is, umm, at work. My stomach is fluttering with nerves and I'm doing my best to ignore the feelings I had yesterday. I am going to do this. I am going to get ready and I am going to go out. I have an outfit planned, a New Look voucher that needs to be spent before it expires, and some Christmas presents to get too.

Once more into the corset, dear fatty, once more!

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Aiming for a day time look
Okay, enough with the Mission Control gags. :-)

I make it out of the house with a 'bug out bag' in the boot of the car and I'm heading over to Leicester. I stop twice to do my nails: coat one, drive off and dry as I drive through the traffic. Then and other stop and coat two before moving on and finally arriving in the centre of Leicester.

I'm parked up and oddly, my nerves have settled. I don't know if I'm getting used in to what's happening, or that I know the only way is to open the car door and start walking. So, that's what I do. I don't round my shoulders or scurry between the shadows. It's face forward and meet the world. I can hear my heels sounding off against the coloured concrete. If I wanted to sneak around, I should have worn quieter shoes.

I pass a few people and no-one says anything, no-one looks. Maybe they're used to seeing 6ft blokes
Out and visible, but oddly calm
in mid-heels and a nice skirt and coat from M&S. ;-) I don't blend in, but I also.... I also, don't care.

I stop for a quick snap by the mirrored walkway; pretending to read a message on my mobile. A member of the Highcross team asks if I need any help, but I politely say I'm okay. She smiles, and moves on.

Next stop: New Look. It's just over the bridge from the car park and John Lewis, plus I've that voucher to use up. After a short wander around the store, I find some low heeled ankle boots and they are sooo comfy. No wonder so many ladies in the office wear them! I try some over the knee boots just for fun, but they're an eight and I'm only an eight, if it's wide fit. It isn't, so I can't get my foot in. Bugger. :-)

Big mirrors are
a t-girl's best
friend
With the voucher, my new boots cost me six quid (result!) and I'm a happy pixie. As I move to the stairs and lady and her daughter stop me. "Excuse me," she says, "This may be a bit personal - ". A flurry of possibly trans* questions and answers speed in my brain. She finishes: " - but could I take a picture of your hair, please? It's exactly the colour and highlights I want in mine. I won't take a photo if you don't want and it'll only be from the back."

Well, I'm a little thrown by the question, but sure, why not. We have a little chat and a laugh, then we part ways. I would have loved to have heard how events played out, when she explained to her hairdresser how she got the inspiration and the photo. :-)

I pause in one of the department stores to try on a shrug or cape. Why are changing rooms so warm? :-) Eventually, I wander slowly through the shopping centre and see if anything catches my eye for Mrs J or the kids. It doesn't and I head outside. It's p*ssing it down, and I tap may way through the puddles - gah, this is easier in flats! - to take shelter in T K Maxx. There's not much going on clothing wise, but I buy a brolly. The lady at the till (wearing a fabulously twisted and twined headscarf) quizzes me about the weather.

Suitably armoured against the inclement weather, I visit a few more high street shops. I catch a few people staring - both blokes and one lady. I smile and they look away. Holy gender disruption, Batman: a happy trans person! ;-) But the reality is, most people are too caught up in their own world, or, if they do see me, I'm just another person - trans obviously - in the world. I'm no threat to them, so they ignore me, and I'm cool with that.

I spot a plus size clothing shop - Yours - and they're advertising shoes up to a size 10. I pop in to see what they have and make a note to put something on the Chameleons forum. I try some leather look leggings on in Dorothy Perkins but they're too lose, so they go back. I try a blouse on in H&M, which looks okay, but while I should update my tops wardrobe, it doesn't quite do it for me.

Looks like a
posh blanket
I wander away from the main shopping areas and stroll through the Lanes. If you don't know Leicester, but the Lanes is a collection of small shops and not so many chain stores. Not that I have anything against the latter. In the small streets, there's food, drink, books, records, shoes, clothes, jewellery and a pub or two.

I pop into a boutique and get two things for the Ever Lovely Mrs J. Both items will raise a smile this Christmas and they're unusual too. Man, am I getting in touch with my inner hipster? Sheesh. ;-) At least I didn't say artisan. :-D I had a chat with the shop owner, who was saying she had trouble getting people to her web site. She also said she'd not updated the stock on-line. We chatted about how some of the gift shops in the Lakes or in other touristy places, start to serve ice-cream to draw folk in. I know we've succumbed to that more than once! :-)

I stop off at a coffee house. Years ago, Sophie and I stopped for a drink and to rest our feet. I sit and look out of the steamed up window and just enjoy the subdued background conversation. When I've drunk up, I pop to the loo - luckily 'shared' facilities - and I swap my heels for my new boots. Perhaps an hour plus of walking in heels (thank you Google Fit) is a bit much after such a long break. :-) Honestly, how (natal) women manage in, I don't know and they have my respect.

On the way out, I visit Irregular Choices, who make the most fab shoes. Kooky stuff and so pretty! I found some black sequin ones, then some pretty silver dotty ones. Sadly, none are in my size, hohum! But they have a web site and do go up to a 10. They also had some Disney shoes - think RuPaul meets Princess Aurora - which flashed as you stomped into them. Yes, perhaps a bit too kitch, but fun none the less.

While there, I had a lovely chat with the sales lady. I make a comment about picking something suitable for the office and this leads me to say I'm only a part timer; that it's a day out and then the conversation moves on to her shopping habits. Sure, a good shop assistant will draw you in and help, but I think you can tell genuine politeness from professional banter, if that makes sense.

Pretty but pricey.
I head back through the lower floor of Highcross and pop into Cath Kitson. They have a gorgeous dress and as I'm looking for my size, a young lady asks if she can help. A moment later and I'm in the changing room trying on the rather pretty dress. It's 90 quid, which is more than I'd spend on the Ever Lovely Mrs J and certainly a lot more than I'd spend on myself. Instead, I enjoy the look and hand it back.

After another wander through John Lewis and a look at the make-up, I head off thinking how I can get changed before I can get home. Usually, I'd be home by 2pm and get changed there. I know that with the Ever Lovely Mrs J being at work, it'll be too close to call and I don't want to risk it. Instead, I head out to Thurmaston and visit the T K Maxx and Asda (we need supplies for home). I nip through the supermarket, collect a few things and pay up before heading back.

I stop off at a quiet lay-by out in the sticks and swap my clothes. After that, it's a dash back to work (we have shower facilities at the back of the building) and make sure all signs of slap have gone. No one sees me come in or leave. I open my smartphone and 'zip' up all the photos.

As I drive home, I think back to something some on Late Night Woman's Hour said about fashion: that she craved some yoga shoes. I've no idea what these are, but on listening to Lauren's comments, she said that what she actually wanted as the lifestyle that went with the clothing. To feel she had the time to go to a day session of yoga and that by buying the item, she'd move into that world.

Maybe that's true for me and the new boots. If all the office folk are wearing them, am I buying into the idea (myth?) than I'm part of that crowd too? The working women who balance family and work. Or, maybe, I'm trying to buy my way into acceptance. Whatever it is, I can't reach a conclusion, although I do think you should only buy something it you need it. And, wow, after all that time in heels, did I need them ;-)

When I get home, no one says anything about 'dark eyes'. or suchlike. My fear, so far, as been unfounded.

The next morning, I take the bug out bag out of the car and stash it back in the wardrobe. I pop my wig on its stand, hang my outfit up and think on the happy memories. Really, that what's it about: not things bought, but memories made. A day out - a whole day out - in Lynn mode. No shouting, no pointing, just me going through the world and being left alone. I can dig that.

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So, what, if anything can be learned from my trip out? Someone once said to me, that if you're struggling, think of what you'd say to a friend and then say it to yourself.

Well, I would say? Okay, feel the fear and do it anyway. Take some time to be you, if that's what you need. Don't worry so much about passing or blending in. Just be yourself (!!) and relax. People are accepting in general and as much as we've read about the rise of hate, most folk are cool about us trans folk. If you do get stared at, just make eye contact, smile politely and watch them look away.

Oh, and walk slowly. Take an umbrella and think wisely about your choice of shoe ;-)

Happy times.

Lynn
x

9 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing Lynn. So much of this rings true. The conflicts about good Dad/Partner, the how much can I spend on me stuff, and all the pre-voyage jitters and jumblies. But my when the moment arrives and you find the stillness, and calm and grace and courage, nothing to top it. Nothing.

    The inconsequential, non-judgy chit chat here and there in the real world is just golden, yes?

    You look smashing, and I imagine felt even better.

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    1. Hi, Petra. I hope you're keeping well.

      Shall we raise a toast, proverbially speaking, to calm, stillness, grace and courage? I think we could all do with a little of those.

      Thanks for the kind words, and yes, the chit chat was most welcome.

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  2. So glad you had a day out as Lynn. I've not made it that far yet, but as well as making me smile a lot, this is giving me confidence that it might happen sometime. So thanks, and lots of love.

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    1. Thanks for posting, Susie. Your comment about gaining confidence is very much why I started YATGB. Not because "I'm a leading light", or "I know better", but because if I can, anyone can.

      Good luck!

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  3. It's great to see you out and about and write about your day, amazing.

    My day didn't go to plan had booked Friday 18th off for some fyona time and thought I would do something simple to start off with to gain confidence. I thought I would have a drive in female mode found a quite spot where I could get changed, slap some makeup on you know the score. But had some problems with the car cutting out so wasn't going to risk that, my fault left the car on the drive for three months while using the wife's old car, but in the garage that day for an MOT what an excuse for the day off, maybe in the new year.

    Still got some fyona time at home as usual, but one thing struck me. When in male mode I like to watch my girly films as the wife puts it, but as fyona it was action all the way Jason Bourne followed by Fury.

    Anyhow great blog as usual

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    1. A grand day out indeed! :-)

      Sorry to hear you didn't really get out, but a day in isn't too be sniffed at! Hope the film viewing went well.

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  4. Sounds like a good outing Lynn, thanks for sharing your experience with us.

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    1. Oh, it was, Charlotte! I don't get out very often, so I try to make the most of it when I do.

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