One year ago, I had just concluded my long weekend en femme in Manhattan attending a workshop.Recalling that wonderful experience, it occurred to me that I was in error concerning my aborted girls' night out (GNO) tonight. I erroneously stated that it would be "be my very first GNO with a genetic female."
Wrong!
When I was in Manhattan last June, I dined at the Metropolitan Museum of Art with one of the women from the workshop and her daughter.
During dinner, I did some outreach.
As I wrote last June, "While we dined, we talked about our lives and during a lull in the conversation, I asked her if she wanted to know about my transness.
"She admitted that she was dying to ask, but did not ask because she respected my privacy. I told her I love to talk about it and I proceeded to do so.
"She got 'it' as was evidenced by her questions."
Jane, a college professor from Kansas, was the first person to engage me in conversation at the workshop. That broke the ice for me and I turned a corner in my life that weekend and have never looked back.
Thanks for a delightful encouraging story. I'm off en femme to see my therapist (she's more like a friend) today (and wearing the black dress with white accessories, as you suggested), so thanks again for helping me get out with confidence.
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