I've noticed that, in a lot of trans-related weblogs with any kind of personal content at all, a common (and fun) post is the costume show. Now that I'm finally comfortable with the idea, thought I'd share some past photos of who I pretended to be.
Everybody knew something was "wrong" with me, but nobody was quite sure what it was. Probably '79 or '80.
My parents saw a lot of this when I wasn't outside playing "Star Wars" or something similar with my boy friends. Either way, I preferred to play girls when possible. (These were in short supply in the sorts of entertainment I was expected to consume.)
Worst Christmas Evar. Late Eighties. Shortly after my first puberty. My mom bought me an Epson printer for my Amiga computer, thinking that was what I'd likely wanted. I hadn't even opened it when she asked me if she could at least "get a smile." She had expected me to open it and play with it immediately as per usual when I got tech gifts. I felt bad, but in retrospect, it wasn't anybody's fault.
My Hunter S. Thompson (as Raoul Duke) halloween costume. Nobody got it except a customer at Blockbuster Video, where I wore my costume that night.
This is the first photo of me presenting as female in any way. My ex-alter-ego, Lenore von Dunkelnacht, brought to life on the happiest Halloween night I ever had, circa the late Nineties. Those are platform patent leather boots from International Male, and my favorite pre-transition footwear of all time. My brother Mitch evidently secretly hated them. I wore them to my cubicle IT job with black jeans tucked in them and Siouxsie and Misfits t-shirts.
Just after graduation, June 1992. I'm not nearly as happy as I look, but you'll have that after several attempts at a "good" photo. I wanted a white robe like the other girls.
Sitting with my (now) late grandmother on her porch swing. I was so happy and comfortable with myself. Can't you tell? Despite the gap, I did love her a lot.
Among my first transition photos. Early 2005. I won't post any of them from before this, though. I was working at the musicians' store presenting as male at this time (changing when I got home), and my shirts were already beginning to get a bit bulkier and softer in the ribcage area. While it made me a little nervous at work, it was the best feeling I've ever had, knowing that I was well on my way to being myself.
Wow. Dag, yo. I haven't written a real entry since before Christmas.
I'm still here, folks, promise. I'm getting around to feeling like I'm ready to write about some events that have transpired since, and I've also recently given in to the temptation of beginning to piece together the obligatory Boy Pic Post ™.
The show will commence shortly. You may wish to pick up some refreshments at the concession stand on your way back to your seat. We apologize for the delay.
I've noticed that, in a lot of trans-related weblogs with any kind of personal content at all, a common (and fun) post is the costume show. Now that I'm finally comfortable with the idea, thought I'd share some past photos of who I pretended to be.
Everybody knew something was "wrong" with me, but nobody was quite sure what it was. Probably '79 or '80.
My parents saw a lot of this when I wasn't outside playing "Star Wars" or something similar with my boy friends. Either way, I preferred to play girls when possible. (These were in short supply in the sorts of entertainment I was expected to consume.)
Worst Christmas Evar. Late Eighties. Shortly after my first puberty. My mom bought me an Epson printer for my Amiga computer, thinking that was what I'd likely wanted. I hadn't even opened it when she asked me if she could at least "get a smile." She had expected me to open it and play with it immediately as per usual when I got tech gifts. I felt bad, but in retrospect, it wasn't anybody's fault.
My Hunter S. Thompson (as Raoul Duke) halloween costume. Nobody got it except a customer at Blockbuster Video, where I wore my costume that night.
This is the first photo of me presenting as female in any way. My ex-alter-ego, Lenore von Dunkelnacht, brought to life on the happiest Halloween night I ever had, circa the late Nineties. Those are platform patent leather boots from International Male, and my favorite pre-transition footwear of all time. My brother Mitch evidently secretly hated them. I wore them to my cubicle IT job with black jeans tucked in them and Siouxsie and Misfits t-shirts.
Just after graduation, June 1992. I'm not nearly as happy as I look, but you'll have that after several attempts at a "good" photo. I wanted a white robe like the other girls.
Sitting with my (now) late grandmother on her porch swing. I was so happy and comfortable with myself. Can't you tell? Despite the gap, I did love her a lot.
Among my first transition photos. Early 2005. I won't post any of them from before this, though. I was working at the musicians' store presenting as male at this time (changing when I got home), and my shirts were already beginning to get a bit bulkier and softer in the ribcage area. While it made me a little nervous at work, it was the best feeling I've ever had, knowing that I was well on my way to being myself.
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Wow. Dag, yo. I haven't written a real entry since before Christmas.
I'm still here, folks, promise. I'm getting around to feeling like I'm ready to write about some events that have transpired since, and I've also recently given in to the temptation of beginning to piece together the obligatory Boy Pic Post ™.
The show will commence shortly. You may wish to pick up some refreshments at the concession stand on your way back to your seat. We apologize for the delay.
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