my Sunday

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Those who read my blog know that I don't normally write about my day to day but I will make an exception about yesterday.

I had packed a bag to go swimming but this time it would be as Joanna. My body is hairless and I have a one piece with a flared skirt that really suits me. I also recently acquired a bathing cap which would take the place of my wig. So it was now or never.

Before I could do that however a little incident happened in the morning that left me reflecting on the way we react to gender.

I was about to sit with my coffee when the chair literally gave way under me. Suddenly I had two men at either side of me asking if I was okay and helping me to stand. Had I been presenting male this would never have happened and I would have been asked if I was okay and nothing else.

Later at the pool I went inside one of the little cubicles where women change and put on my suit and cap. I left my small diamond earrings on and went to the pool area. No one gave me a second glance and I went into the lap section and did my laps.

Later in the shower area I simply rinsed off in my suit along with other women there and went back in the cubicle and changed. Uneventful but that is exactly what I wanted and I felt very comfortable the entire time.

Everything I do now as Joanna is uneventful and part of everyday life which I think is positively great.


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  1. Emma Gray29 January 2018 at 16:22

    "Everything I do now as Joanna is uneventful and part of everyday life which I think is positively great."

    Bravo to you! Standing ovation!

    I feel largely the same way. I used to fret about meeting people in my "work clothes" (my old men's Levi's and a tee shirt) without makeup and appropriate women's clothing. Today, for example, I wore those Levi's, a tee shirt, and as always, a bra (my breasts are too sensitive to do otherwise), with zero makeup. (Who'd wear makeup while operating a table saw, chop saw, routers, and nail gun?) I went out to meet with a man who was cutting the cement in my driveway (long story) and later, a man came to work on my furnace system. Both were friendly, polite. The second one asked me what name I wish to use and for the remainder of his visit I was Emma.

    I can almost hear Popeye the Sailor: "I yam what I yam, and that's all what I yam."

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