People in all my environments refer to me as "Steph". Friends, work, home, social activities. I look, act and dress like a girl of my age, and yet the majority of people I am not "out" to. My close friends know, for my work colleagues it is an unacknowledged fact. To the people I live with, I am not sure what they think but then I don't care an enormous amount, and to people in the street and/or shops I'm seemingly just another tall, plain-looking girl.
I guess I'm just taking my time. For example, I know I could have disposed of my guy underwear long ago, but that's something I've only addressed today. I haven't worn any boi underwear in a long time, and I now know I don't think I'll be wearing any for a long time to come. I could have done it a while back, but why rush things? I guess I just don't want to make a grave error. *shrugs shoulders*
I think that is how it ends up eventually anyway. Post-op transsexuals (generally) do not disclose their past to anyone except maybe intimate partners, and sometimes not even then. I'm not disclosing, and in real terms I've only just started on the road.
It comes back to the face in the mirror, the fact I don't know whether I see a boy or a girl. Other people seem to see what they want to see, but I haven't really asked them about what they think they see.
6:00 pm - I just got a reminder that there is a big Drag King show on at Tilley's tonight. I may end up going, the price is a bit high ($17 in drag, $22 normal, I don't know what my casual look counts as *grin*). An on another note, there is some Gender Bender type Ball on at University of Canberra next Friday… My, my will it never stop. ;)
2:45 am - I'm just drying off from a shower before I crash. I'm exhausted, but I had a heck of a lot of fun. Now, I have to sleep before the BBQ tomorrow… oh the social butterfly that I am. ;)