Jul
27
I think we got a new mailman. For the past few weeks, I have found letters only halfway put through the mail slot, which I find upsetting for two main reasons. First, they get rained on, and I get a wet rag instead of a letter. And second, they are vulnerable to anyone coming by and pulling them out, and getting access to my private information in that way.
I always thought that mail was a minor miracle – how you write an address on an envelope, add a few cents postage, and it gets delivered with surprising accuracy and speed to places near and far. But I am doing what I can to reduce my mail deliveries because I can see so many vulnerabilities in the system – one of which is mail left sticking out of mailboxes. It is a surprisingly difficult task to accomplish because certain important places, like government, ignore your preferences and send sensitive mail regardless.
Being peeved at my mailman meant I was always on the lookout for the guy, so I could grab him and shake him and ask him what was the matter with him that he couldn’t put the mail INSIDE the mailbox. And my chance came last week, just at the end of a pretty tough outdoor workout.
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Jul
08
I let my Instagram followers in on a little secret of mine. But you already knew. Click “Read More” to see what it is.
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Mar
26
Not everything can be about angst and self-doubt. Sometimes, a girl’s just living life, having cocktails and a nice dinner.
It feels nice just to be. Y’know?
Mar
20
Will It Always Be Hard?
Health and Beauty / Introspection / Out in the World / Transgender Life Posted by Janie
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I am Janie. That other part of me has receded into, well, I don’t know where. I live my life pretty much like any other woman.
And yet…
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Mar
03
Today, I dropped in on Manic Coffee, a place I used to spend a lot of time thinking my thoughts and writing my blog. I hadn’t been there in ages, but being in the neighbourhood, I stopped by on a whim.
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Jun
16
I am starting to question my grip on reality. Or, perhaps my friends’.
Last week I played golf for the first time openly as a woman. It was also the first one-on-one time I have had with this golf-buddy of mine since I told him I was trans. Of course, old habits die hard, especially when there is no occasion to practice new things, and he couldn’t help saying things like, “You’re up, big g–! Oops! Sorry!” He freely admitted that he still sees me as a guy, notwithstanding my adorable light-mauve golf dress and makeup. He’s known me as a guy for decades, and it is hard for him to see me any other way.
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13
I used to have a t-shirt that said, “Hockey is Life, the rest is just details.” Well, I was much younger back then… The details are everything now; and hockey has been a casualty until now.
A lot has happened in my life since I have written anything personal here. That simply playing hockey with my friends is such a big deal is but a hint. I used to play all the time, but as my feminine life took over, anything that required me to assume a male role kinda fell by the wayside. Now, as you can see by the photos, hockey no longer requires me to be a guy. And, reading between the lines, the other message is that all my old guy friends know that I am transgender and have been wonderful in accepting me and keeping me involved in our group.
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01
Looking back on 2014 – not the best year, not the worst. I hope to do much better in 2015. It is high time I followed my heart and conquered my fears.
I am so happy for the friendships that I have made and hope to be a better friend to those I love. But, for now, all I can say is thanks for putting up with me, flaws and all.
Happy New Year!
Nov
17
In the past, I posted my thoughts on some complex transgender issues, but somehow rarely found time to post about just living life.
Not everything is drama, or even deep. In fact very little is.
We go about our days just living life and being who we are. Sounds boring – and that’s probably why I didn’t write about it before – but if one posts nothing but inner questioning and the like, people tend to get the impression that you are troubled. 😛
So, I’d like to provide a more realistic perspective of my life as a transwoman – largely free of
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Feb
07
Well, I must be the devil in disguise…
I recently attended a busy club night and was approached on the dancefloor by a confident young man. “My name is Adam,” says he. I leaned in and replied, “I’m Janie, and I am trans.” Poof!! I swear he evaporated into the crowd!
Am I really that bad? Are we all?
About a half-hour later, another guy was flirting with me and introduced himself. I introduced myself the same way as before.
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“It means I’m a little different than most women.”
That staggered him. Reeling and shocked, he literally crossed himself, said a prayer and walked away!
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