Remember back when I was being all dramatic about going to the college reunion? Ahem… I might have mentioned something about comparing myself to a sacrifice?
Well anyway, there’s a reason E and I fit together so well. She was able to persuade me that I was being a wee bit over-dramatic about things. It’s really not that big a deal. No one is going there looking to have it out with me over my transition. If I chicken out at the last minute, no big deal, but she really doesn’t think I ought to.
Her position is undeniably more rational than mine. No one is going to throw bottles or rotten tomatoes when I show up. If I get a few strange looks, that’s nothing I don’t deal with already in other venues. Besides, if people disapproving of my transition is scary and prohibitive to me, how would I ever expect to survive it?
So I’ll be going. And tempting as it might be for comedic effect, I will not arrive in a ball gown and a tiara. I’ll leave that to the fabulous world of drag performers (I wonder if anyone at the reunion is secretly one of those.). Transsexuals are typically more “jeans and a comfy top” kind of people, though I’m pretty sure most people at the reunion won’t realize there’s a difference.
Anyway, the time off work has now been approved. The dates are on my calendar. Let the countdown begin.