It was four years ago today that I transitioned!
So I want to write about all the good times, but there are so many good times to write about and to pick out just a couple is going to be hard. So which ones should I pick?
Let me start at the beginning. When I told my brother my brother I prepared for the worst and hopped for the best and he hugged me telling he would always love me. That was the first day that I came out from hiding and into the light.
Walking down Commerce Street in Provincetown on a rainy night as the bars were closing, laughing with my friends, and feeling the rain on my stocking. It was the first time that I had ever felt that.
The time my friends took me out to dinner for my birthday, believe it or not, bit it was the first time that anyone other than my family took me out for dinner. In my diary I wrote,
Had a great time last night! For my birthday I went out with Sylvia, Teresa, Ron, Maryann and Carol, and R and A to the Hideaway Roadhouse Restaurant. As usual the food was excellent and the wine flowed freely. Some of them gave me birthday presents, which I thought was very nice of them and it was the first time friends have done that. We all had a very good time, after dinner we went down to the bar and had a few drinks and it was the first time in a long time that I had a good time on my birthday. I didn't get home until one o'clock in the morning and the next morning, I did something that I rarely do, I called in sick to work. Five o'clock came very early and I just looked at the alarm clock and turned it off.There are just so many good times… sitting out on the beach in Kennebunk, going to plays, going to the casinos and the list just goes on and on.
One of the best times was having a small part in the passage of the anti-discrimination legislation.
But the very best was walking across the stage in Storrs for graduation and to have my family there to see me. I was so proud.