It is now official. My name is now – legally – Diana.
Here’s how it went down.
We got to the courthouse just about on time. We checked in. And then we watched a bunch of cases go forward while we waited. Lawyers popped in and out of the court room, mostly just sitting there as bored as we were. You could tell they were lawyers from their snazzy suits. But otherwise they just sat on benches like the rest of us.
About forty minutes in I got called up. By my old name of course.
I went forward with E, and my friends Erica and J. Most of the rest was a blur.
“Are you changing your name to escape criminal prosecution? Debts? No? Okay so it’s just for changing your gender… is that right?”
Swear in the witnesses… repeat a couple of times…
The judge refused to grant my additional petition to order my gender marker changed on state documents. He said that was a separate matter. But he granted the name change.
The clerk told me to wait in the hall if I wanted official papers for the ruling. Which I did, of course.
And then it was over.
E thought the judge was kind of a jerk, and was barely holding back from laughing about the gender change stuff. But really, I didn’t notice that so much. Maybe it was because I got the main thing I came there for.
Afterward we went out for a celebratory breakfast at the ambiguously named “G’s Cafe” a block from the court house. My over-easy eggs, hashbrowns, and kielbasa tasted pretty great.
Afterward I started pouring through all the documentation for updating stuff with my new name. Apparently I have a new hobby.
So that’s the story. Not really much to tell. But it feels like I have climbed a mountain all the same.