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Vanessa Law shares her experience as a 30 year old transgender girl. Come join in her joys of crossdressing, relationship advice and ponderings on how being transgendered has forever altered her life.

Flush – The Final Frontier

For millennia humanity has sought to explore the outer limits of what is known. Travelling across continents and oceans, through the sky and into space. Each new frontier brings with it a yearning to search for the boundary to the next. As each frontier has been pushed we’ve discovered new and strange civilizations living there. Our journey across land found an unfamiliar Asian peoples. Across the sea we discovered the native American Indian. And on completion of our voyage through space to land on the moon we found the strangest of all species: Hollywood set designers, cameramen and key grips.

As foreign travelers to the land of the feminine we are faced with similar frontiers and strange new experiences. Whether we journey as immigrants or for a short time as vacationers we can all savor the joys and confront the bastions of womanhood.

For those just beginning their discovery the world is surrounded with tantalizing and anxiety induced firsts. From the odd sizings at the clothing rack, the curious color and pattern combinations and the intimidating make up counter. Each barrier is crossed with determination and the fortitude of practice fueled by an inner calling within us. Walking in heels, putting on makeup, styling your hair – each comes with their own unique codes and customs.

Yet for all the frontiers we push into the feminine one stands alone in vexing even the most secure transgendered women. This fortress of femininity – adorned with warning signs to deter all would be intruders – is otherwise known as the Women’s Restroom. The frocked defender placed on the door seems to peer within our soul, testing our femininity.

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The Final Frontier

Until quite recently the women’s bathroom was the one place I was unwilling to go. It wasn’t just the potential for an embarrassing outing in what could quickly become the most hostile place on earth. After hearing all the hooha about the ‘Bathroom Issue’ from conservative critics I was actually worried that it could be illegal. Of course, my intentions of being in such a place would only be honorable – at least as honorable as peeing can be – but I wasn’t quite convinced a judge would see it the same way.

As a quick disclaimer, I’m not a lawyer nor do I play one on TV. For more information on the legality of using the women’s restroom I encourage you to review this web page from the Transgender Law and Policy Center. They have information for some states, though right now it doesn’t seem to be a comprehensive list.

One valuable piece of information I discovered at Esprit is that – at least in Washington State – it is not illegal for a transgender women to use the women’s restroom. Though if the restroom is in a private business such as a restaurant, the owner has the right to tell you to find another place to relieve yourself. This discovery fortified my courage, and the frustration at limiting excursions to a few hours finally convinced me…

To boldy go where few transgender women have gone before…

And then write about these interesting and terrifying experiences in the women’s restroom – stay tuned for all the details in an upcoming post.

Have you been in the women’s restroom? In a fit of terrible imagery I must ask… do you have any juicy bathroom stories to share?

P.S. If you’re looking for more bathroom reading, I’ve shared some of my thoughts before about transgender bathrooms and the innovative but still somewhat controversial solution in Thailand schools.

P.P.S. Sometimes the written word can be a poor medium with which to express humor. In case you’re wondering I don’t think the moon landing was faked – Hollywood would have done a much better job with the production quality, not to mention character development.

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The Plot Thickens … Need To Add Water

For the first time in years I had a plan for my life. Years and years of introspection and contemplation led me to take a number of significant steps over the last 12 months. I began growing my hair out (again), steeled myself against any inquisitive glances and went out as Vanessa as often as my free time would allow and started paying attention to my gestures and movements. I began making more friends in the transgender community, attended Esprit (and made more wonderful friends), lived as Vanessa a week out of every two and began seeing a therapist. I had countless conversations with my wife, fights and tears and love and support and a deep and open sharing.

I even put together a rough transition plan for myself, which went something like:

  • Start new job
  • Begin hormone therapy in September/October
  • Do awesome work on new job and make my employer happy
  • Slowly start coming out to more friends and family
  • Begin discussions with my manager and HR about living as Vanessa full time late 2011 or early 2012 (unless the hormones cause developments which need to speed said conversations)
  • Take a few weeks off to have facial feminization surgery and return to work as Vanessa
  • Cue Real Life Experience…
  • 12 months later, ‘It’s a girl!’

All neat and clean. As safe and comfortable as one could imagine such a dramatic upheaval ever being. But the plot has thickened, and I must roll the dice again on my tidy plan.

For reasons that are fairly complicated I find myself in a position where I need to tell my employer after only a week and a half on the job. I won’t go into all the details, but there wasn’t a slip up on my part, or anything overly prying on the part of my employer. It’s just an unfortunate side effect of the intersection between company policy, Crossdresser Heaven and my desire to be open and honest.

I have a meeting scheduled with HR this week to try and work through it all. Honestly part of me is terrified. I haven’t had nearly enough preparation for this. I know that I’m relying in far too great a measure on my employer’s lgbt friendliness. Yet I sincerely don’t see this impacting my work or team for at least a year or more, and I’m hopeful that any serious drama can be postponed for at least as long.

Though I’ll also admit that part of me is excitedly anxious for this to be done. Perhaps it’s with resigned acceptance that my transgender journey will never be safe or predictable or fully in my control.

I had discussed with my therapist whether I should start as Vanessa, but we both agreed this would be far too much to handle for all concerned. After this week I count my blessings that I didn’t laden myself with this psychological burden as well – there are so many new things to learn as it is. I don’t think I could learn to work in a new gender role at the same time.

Come to think of it, I’m mostly at peace with it all. I expect a fairly positive reaction from HR, and if I can postpone sharing with my manager until it would impact my team I think it will make it easier when I do decide to share. While I can imagine many variations of a worst case scenario, what will be will be.

I’m going to fetch some water now…

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It’s only quiet because we’re paddling so hard

It’s been almost two months since I quit my last job. During that time I’ve had the privilege of vacationing in Kauai with my lovely wife, hosting my dad and his girlfriend at our house for a week, focusing on my health by exercising, spending time with old and new friends, and exploring the next steps in my life on the way to womanhood.

Today marks the end of a very productive and much needed break between work duties. On the whole it’s an extremely positive move for me. It’s a great company that builds exciting products, they have excellent health benefits (with a generous cap on transgender related surgeries), a strong focus on diversity (which should come in handy when I do transition) and they pay me (which always helps on the journey through life :) ).

The one downside is that my once abundant time will shrink to nearly nothing – as witnessed by the 57 emails and 27 training classes and reading assignments I need to complete. This means that I might find it more difficult to share the transgender world as deeply with all you wonderful ladies. I can assure you that even if I’m silent for a week or two that you are never far from my thoughts. I also promise you that I’m not packing up and going home – the transgender community, and you dear readers, are too important to me. You have given me so much – sharing with you has been both fulfilling and educational. You stories and comments have touched my life.

Not to end on too much of a downer, I’ve recently read a few wonderful transgender books – while I work on posting reviews for them I’ve compiled a good list of transgender books for you to peruse.

I’ve also been inspired to learn more about your hair removal strategies. One of my dear friends has been struggling with hair removal, having started in earnest only after going full time, and  I think it would be interesting to learn when others in the communbity started hair removal. Take a second to answer this poll on http://www.crossdresserheaven.com


When Did You Start Permanent Hair Removal?

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The Ma’am Shock

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The Ma'am Shock

I’ve been meaning to write about this for months now. Ever since that day waiting in line to mail some return some Christmas gifts we bought for ourselves that didn’t quite fit (I told you it’s been a while…).

It was a crisp Seattle December morning, and I was waiting in line at the local UPS store. I don’t recall exactly what I was wearing, but it was decidedly feminine – complete with makeup and accessories. Naturally, being a few weeks before Christmas it was packed, so while waiting patiently I played with something on my phone. I left myself just enough attention to move along in line as I wound my way to the counter. Lost in thought I heard someone say, “I can help you here ma’am”. I prepared myself to move along in line as the cashier helped the woman in front of me. Except – there was no woman in front of me. He was talking to me.

I had been so lost in thought that my reptilian brain had reverted back to the many years of conditioning as a man. While distracted, with only an inkling of awareness I wasn’t expecting someone to refer to me as “ma’am”. Usually when I’m treated as a woman I feel a warm glow of validation – my soul vibrates in time with the universe. That day I felt … shock.

I had been shocked out of my masculine mask by one short phrase – “I can help you here ma’am”. For a long time afterwards I was pensive. I kept wondering, “What does this mean? Is it a sign I’m not meant to be a woman? Is it a window into my true nature?”. I’ve since come to the conclusion that this was a demonstration of the power of habit – I have been conditioned my whole life to respond to “sir”. It’s not an indication of my inherent femininity. In the same way that we’re trained to hear the softest mention of our name across a crowded, noisy room we’re trained to watch for familiar indications of attention.

Our senses light up when we hear a greeting, “Hello!”, or a call for notice, “Excuse Me!” or a cry for help, “Help!”. We’re not as attuned to random fragments of speech – I don’t turn my head when someone says “peccadillo”, or “peanut butter” – though my ears might perk up if I hear “crossdresser” – even when I’m not dressed – since this is something at the forefront of my consciousness.

Have you had a Ma’am Shock? What was it like for you?

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Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend

It’s been a while since I’ve felt the darkness clawing at my soul, since I’ve struggled against the suffocated night while clutching desperately to the last life in me that silently sets.

This morning I stared into an abyss I had long thought banished from my life as I contemplated ending it all. The crushing weight of who I must free crashed against the loved ones I must hurt. I felt the tear inside myself as pain battled against heartbreak, as my crystal clarity was engulfed in a swirling maelstrom of confusion.

It started innocently with my wife asking me to “be a boy” for a breakfast out we had planned this morning. Within moments clouds had rolled in over my countenance and I could feel a churning deep in my core. I felt sick, dizzy and could not imagine another moment pretending to be a man. In a panicked anxiety I saw all the many days ahead of me that I would need to fill with lies and deception. All the many months still to come that I must hide who I am, and for just a moment felt the only release would be in taking my own life.

The deepest darkness passed soon after, but the threatening thunder clouds still darken my day. I cannot live without hurting those I care about the most. Yet to keep them from harm would mean I could no longer exist. The only way forward is through the valley. I may lose all I have – my friends, my family, my livelihood and my possession, yet the alternative is to lose all I could ever have. To forfeit any hope and promise for the future. I hear Jesus’ words echo within me, ”What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?” (Luke 9:25)

Goodbye, Darkness, My Old Friend,
You know that’s not the way I’ll end.

P.S. For those of you who are seriously contemplating suicide I strongly encourage you to read an article I wrote about transgender suicide, and to get professional help as soon as possible. Before you do anything, call the folks at the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – their number is 1-800-273-8255.

I’ve stood many a time before the chasm with my eyes closed ready to jump. And just as often I’ve found joy and promise in my life at having stepped away. As I quoted a song when recalling Esprit 2010:

You don’t know how tall you stand until you fall,
That’s what valleys are for.

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