Well, what an interesting last 48 hours or so I've had. On Wednesday morning I woke up to do my usual routine of wake up, turn computer on, wash face and then log on and check email. Unfortunately, this was not to be. After removing the Linux partition which I had installed to try Linux out last year, I had removed it earlier in the week, and now the OS prompt was stuffed and nothing I could do could fix it. To cut a long and boring story short, my friend Nikki backed up my hard-drive on her work computer, and after several reformats and finally eliminating the master boot record and reinstalling Windows, I was back on line. Ahhh… my internet fix was obtained. ;) There was more to it, but it's back online so life can continue in much the same way as it did before.
On Wednesday I drove Nikki home because of the rain. It was Australia Day and therefore a public holiday, so I dropped by to see Susan and Jules. We didn't do too much, but it is always great just to see them now that they are much further away. I just don't want to intrude on them to much, but don't know what their opinion is on that and I'm too shy to ask.
At 7:30 pm there was a meeting at Tiffany's place for the Transgendered Outreach (TGO) group. I got there a bit late and was walking down a wet driveway when I slipped and slid on my bum. My black coat and pants were covered in driveway oil and crud, and this put a damper on my whole evening there. But it was good, the people there were Catherine (group organizer), Szusza, Elly, Jane from Cooma and her teen daughter (Sophie?), Tiffany and me. There are more people in the community, but that's who was there that night. It went for quite a while, and various bits and pieces were discussed, possible fund-raisers and so forth and most fun of all, the possibility of marching in the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.
For those not aware, the Mardi Gras is a big parade up the middle of Oxford Street (gay capital of Sydney and Australia) with about 700,000 people there as spectators. It is an enormous event. I would be part of the Canberra Contingent which would include a variety of different groups including PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), TGO and others. We would go up on the Friday, march and party on Saturday night and come home Sunday. That would be for the weekend of the 4th of March. To say I might be excited slightly is quite the understatement. *g* Thursday was work as usual, but Nikki came by and we fixed the computer. This chewed up a fair chunk of the afternoon and I fiddled with my poster for the conference and put on a reaction. The new honors student was in, and I was looking about as femme without trying. I had shaved for the TGO meeting and was wearing my fave blue shirt. That with my deadly nails with nail polish was a rather serious clue, and who knows what anyone else in the group as said about me to her.
One thing I definitely noticed today is that a) my breasts are really starting to become noticeable and b) running without support is not at all a good idea anymore.
It's interesting in fact. If guys want to run, they just get up and run. If girls want to do that, bouncing breasts can really hinder you and be painful. It came to me that this is something I am going to have to deal with the rest of my life… I'm not distraught about it, but like… wow… without "corrective" surgery, I am going to have these things from here to eternity… I am going to have to start considering some life-style changes, things like putting on a bra first thing in the morning. It's still all so new to me, I don't know what female puberty is like, and I have very little mutual guidance to go on, so it's a "Brave New World".
What else is there? Last Friday it was 6 months since I started Androcur. As Fat Boy Slim might say, "You've come a long way baby."
Ok, it's 1:30 am, I'm wasted, time for bed… zzz…