I could go out tomorrow as Jenny, in a town about an hour's drive away with my friend Jae, just a couple of rather tall ladies out shopping on a spring day.
I've overcome the fear of my height ruining my chances, I've perfected as good a female presentation as I reasonably can and I've been out quite happily with my support group more times than I can individually remember. Going out holds no fear for me.
Hell yeah, I'm ready.
So when am I going to do it then? This week? Next week? Next month perhaps. Tell you what, I'll get back to you on that one.
Crazy isn't it. Having put so much effort into becoming ready, I find I suddenly don't feel ready at all. Don't worry, I will in time, I'm not writing this searching for support but merely in amusement at my sudden indecision.
My medication has got on top of me this week so I'm on an evening without it. Whether my next post arrives early next morning will tell you whether I consequently didn't sleep well, however the 2009 pressing cider I've just enjoyed as another consequence of having no medication for it to mess with was certainly worth it.