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Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Trans-woman attacked at a mall

Interesting story, one which hits kinda close to home because I've had an experience that was very similar to this.

First, the woman's story:


...the cashier unleashed a torrent of hateful comments. “He called me a faggot and told me to fuck off,” said Vaughan.
“I was completely shocked,” she said. A security guard then approached her, and according to Vaughan, asked her to leave. “I have to remove the problem,” the security officer said to Vaughan. “I wasn’t the problem, he was,” she replied, and he asked her to leave again. (gayrva.com)


English: Parking deck at Crabtree Valley Mall ...
Crabtree Valley Mall (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Now, my story. I was in Durham, N.C. on a business trip. During the day, I was in boy mode, once the work day was over, I would go straight back to the hotel, get into my girlie clothes, put on makeup, and then I headed out and about. I decided that a mall should be a safe place, so I went to the Crabtree Valley Mall. I walked in, and headed straight to Sephora.

Sephora has a reputation for being very trans* friendly - I figured that I could go there to boost my confidence being out. And I figured I could have one of Sephora's makeup artists to help me pick out some foundation while I was there.  :)

Things seemed to start out okay, one of the Sephora people walked up to me and asked what I wanted. I explained what I needed, and she told me "sure, let me go get one of our makeup artists." All well and good, right?

10 minutes passed. Then fifteen. I saw the makeup artist standing at the back of the store, just looking at me. One of her associates came over to talk to her, and the makeup artists said "I don't care, I am not going to help one of those." Eventually, one of Sephora's managers came out and apologized. I said something unintelligible, and then fled out of the shop, out of the mall, out of the parking garage.

So much for getting my confidence up!!!  :P

Friday, October 11, 2013

Be careful on Skype....


English: Skype on mac that is version 5.1.0.935
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I got myself dressed up and made up yesterday, leaving out only a wig. I was working from home, and got lost in the problem I was trying to solve. Skype's ringtone started playing, and I looked up to see that it was my mom calling. I answered the call, totally forgetting that I was dressed!

I had reading glasses on, and it's kinda dark out here, so there's a chance she couldn't tell. If she could, she didn't mention it. And she didn't seem surprised. I was very surprised, though! I couldn't do anything except talk.  :)

My wife pointed out later that the sweater I was wearing looks very girlie. She thinks that my mom noticed, but just didn't say anything.

Eeeek!

(Yes, I am a 40+ year old. Yes I am still hiding this from my mom. Yes I still worry about disappointing my mom.)
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Monday, March 25, 2013

Out of my comfort zone, into the wilderness



Out and about at a park

Enjoying a bright, sunny day here in Denver. This was my first time out of the house and the safety of the local gender identity center.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Another post about going out dressed


Cross dresser going for a coffee run by David ...
Cross dresser going for a coffee run by David Shankbone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In a previous post, I linked an article giving suggestions for a cross-dresser to go out while dressed. I found another article over basically that same thing. This was also posted in 2009, which makes me think that is when I should've started going out myself. :)

Anyway, the article is from Crossdresser Heaven. Vanessa describes her first experience going out while dressed. It's quite funny. And it has police officers in it!

As it turns out, the police officer wasn’t outside my apartment waiting for crossdressers and he didn’t pay me much mind. I got into my car without any problems, and was off to my first Tri-Ess meeting.

Over exaggerated fear of what will likely never happen. That’s what I experienced the first time I went out crossdressed, and I have a hunch that I’m not alone.

Read the full story here.

One of these days, I'll post some of my excursion stories.  They range from pathetic (running out in the rain in a sports bra, shorts and pantyhose) to the awesome (taking nature pictures on a walking trail).
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