As a fitting conclusion to a very busy fortnight, on Saturday I had the Long Chat with my sister. It didn't come as a surprise that she was familiar with transgender issues, the nature of her work means that she's extremely widely read.
I've become somewhat of a connoisseur of Long Chats over the last few months. I've not had one quite like this though, not even when I came out to my mother. In my mother's case she was accepting and there was no horror, but it was pretty obvious that she had erected a few walls. For instance I've yet to talk to her about my crossdressing, just at the moment she doesn't want to countenance the idea of me in girl mode. I'm sure when the time comes she will be very surprised to find simply a rather large girl who looks a bit like her son rather than a flamboyant drag queen who looks like me, but that's a story for another day.
My sister though had none of these walls. Which meant I could talk about everything. Growing up, family stuff. Our relationship with our other sister, with whom we've rather fallen out. Our parents. A very honest and open conversation, the like of which I haven't had with her before. She surprised me with her insights into the whole business, and I hope she found the opportunity to deal with some of the family stuff to be of use.
I don't think she expected to be advising her brother on the best way to change into a dress while sitting in a small car. Amazingly the experience doesn't seem to have scarred her for life.