Feb
08
I had a date with the judge today on the small matter of a particularly vexing parking ticket.
I don’t normally fight these things – they are SUCH a waste of time! – but the sneaky guy actually gave me the ticket while I was in the car.
So, I got dressed in a sports jacket, black trousers and white shirt, tied my hair back in a neat low pony tail and went to court.
I presented myself to the prosecutor, who took a quick look at me, and said, “And, what’s the name, ma’am?”
I showed her the ticket with my male name on it.
Unfazed, she inquired, “Are you his representative?”
Read More»Dec
28
This year, Boxing Day Night was a Sunday, and Monday being a holiday, the turnout was sure to be good, so I made a point of getting out there.
I found myself sitting at the bar talking to a woman when another young lady approached me.
“Hi, I’m with two friends who would like to meet you,” she said, leaning over and pointing to two guys about 10 feet away. “Are you interested?”
Read More»Nov
30
It’s funny how things work in reverse.
Just the other day, I was remarking about being almost universally perceived as female, even in guy mode.
Well, yesterday, I went shopping as Janie – maybe not full makeup, but lipstick and jewellery and girl clothes – and wouldn’t you know it, I am suddenly an interesting curiosity…
Read More»Aug
31
As I was walking around town the other day, I’d take an interest from time to time in whether people noticed that I was not a genetic girl – was I passing?
Trying to be subtle, I could only guess, but I do believe some people “made” me, though no one said or did anything overt. It is possible it was entirely in my mind.
More interesting, however, was that I started to realize that seeing how well I passed was more of a sport than anything to me; I didn’t really care.
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