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Okay, I went out fully dressed last Friday night. There was a Pride event here in Atlanta, Georgia (we have Pride in October for some reason), and I went downtown and walked among the LGBTQ folks for a few brief minutes in the late afternoon. I had on black flats, hose, a black midi skirt, a black top with red and yellow butterfly patterns. It was my first time wearing my new breast forms as well. I had on minimal eye makeup only and my own longish hair instead of a wig.
I’m sure I didn’t come close to passing, but it was technically my first time out fully dressed in public. Honestly I think of it as being 75% of the way out, since I was still surrounded by LGBTQ-friendly folks. I’m kind of amazed that I did it at all, since I often chicken out of these types of things when it’s time for the rubber to meet the road.
But that’s not even what this post is about. The little victory I’m thinking about even more than my first time out happened earlier in the day while I dressed in drab.
I went to Claire’s jewelry store at the mall that afternoon and shopped for clip-on earrings. The Genetic Girl salesperson helped me out and was very friendly. I picked out some silver hoops and some largish diamond looking earrings. Right before I checked out, she told me there was a mirror on the side wall if I wanted to try them on first. So, I did! I walked over to the mirror, clipped the jeweled ones onto my earlobes, and checked myself out.
Looking good!
It was just the tiniest little gesture on the salesperson’s part, but it made me feel great that she knew I was buying the earrings for myself. And it was so nice of her to invite me to try them on in the store even though I was in drab.
That’s it! Just a little tiny thing, but it still makes me smile to think about it!
What you describe seems similar to my own experience at Pride back in June. I knew I was going into a friendly atmosphere, but I was so nervous. But after a few minutes, I felt totally at home. I was wearing a 70’s sort of dress with this wild design and it seemed a bit risque for the length and a plunging neckline (tamed with a camisole bra). It felt so glorious to be in a dress, outdoors, and to be seen for who I am!
Congratulations Stacy Ann! What a super day for you. Your courage helps us all be a little more courageous.
Little victories are such big, positive steps!
I was walking along the seafront one morning, during the summer, in full femme, but no makeup, in a lovely long white Broderie Anglaias dress and trainers (so there, fashion police!).
All of a sudden, I heard a voice: “F*** h***, bro, is that a man or a woman?”.
A second voice said, “Uhhhhh, that’s a man, bro”.
“F*** me!!” came the reply.
To me, that was a small victory just because there was an edge of uncertainty about my gender!
When I look in the mirror, there’s no doubt, but I still like the look better than any male look I’ve ever created.
Small victories rule!
Love Laura
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