Next time you are stood by the front door waiting for your significant other to ‘Get Ready’, be grateful it hasn’t taken them thirty two years.
Thirty two years is a shed load of time pondering what to wear. Given that Haute Couture dictates two collections a year thats around 64 major shifts in potential looks that have passed me by whilst I pondered between the black jeans and tee shirt, or silk blouse with full length circular skirt and tan leather knee boots with a feminine, but practical heel.
This is of course is a very superficial way to look at a deeply troubling dilemma for a Transgendered person. Torn in two, between the rigid expectations of a society still coming to terms diversity, and a desire to be accepted for who they are.
“I’m nearly ready !” I called out to my incredible wife, who reminded me we were running late for our planned 7 ‘o’ clock meeting. If we ignore the thirty or so years of agonising indecision I reckon forty minutes late was not that bad.
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