{"id":641,"date":"2014-10-05T14:07:20","date_gmt":"2014-10-05T18:07:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/?p=641"},"modified":"2023-04-22T15:53:35","modified_gmt":"2023-04-22T19:53:35","slug":"so-theres-that-day-13-decisions-decisions-decisions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/so-theres-that-day-13-decisions-decisions-decisions\/","title":{"rendered":"So There’s That, Day 13: Decisions, Decisions, Decisions"},"content":{"rendered":"

So There\u2019s That: Adventures in Transgendering chronicled my transition in 2014. One hopes the gentle readers will forgive any awkward or anachronistic language within.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

N.B.: My youngest, the other key figure below, has since come out as non-binary. After chatting with them, we made the decision to update their pronouns accordingly.<\/em><\/p>\n

I wake up early Saturday and my mind is racing. About everything.<\/p>\n

And in a moment of extreme clarity (or extreme insanity), I make a decision.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m selling the house and moving to NYC (and yes, the line, \u201cFuck it, I\u2019m going to Narnia\u201d does run through my head).<\/p>\n

Why? To be brutally honest, nothing is keeping me in Maryland once both my kids are in school. Because NYC is one of the few places that might accept me for who I really am. More so than Maryland at least. At least I won\u2019t get stares for colorful hair ties on my wrist.<\/p>\n

I suddenly feel free. To be who I am. To start a new life.<\/p>\n

That said, I wouldn\u2019t be moving until August, but I feel like the decision has been made. The dice have been rolled. So let it be written, so it shall be done. Blah, blah, blah.<\/p>\n

I start padding around the house (in boy mode) exclaiming wildly, I don\u2019t need THAT. Or THAT. Or THAT chair. GONE!<\/p>\n

It\u2019s like I\u2019m purging my old life to get ready for my new one. Amazing year indeed.<\/p>\n

My youngest wakes up and I tell them my decision. And we are perhaps closer than we\u2019ve ever been. Laughing, joking, dancing. Okay, I\u2019m dancing, they’re staring at me like I\u2019ve lost yet another marble.<\/p>\n

They work at the nearby movie theater and due to Computer Tsunami 2014, my playlist has been stagnant for nearly three weeks. Why don\u2019t you provide the music for our drive?<\/p>\n

They look at me, think for a moment, then smile and say, yeah, that\u2019d be cool.<\/p>\n

We get in the car, they fire up their iPhone and selects the first song. A Brony song.<\/p>\n

Pony, pony, blah blah blah, then\u2026<\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t it great to be different?<\/i>
\nIsn\u2019t it wonderful to be exactly who you are?<\/i>
\nWhen you learn to start accepting yourself<\/i>
\nYou\u2019ll become a shining star<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

We hit a stop light and I ask them to hit pause. They stare at me, a little taken aback.<\/p>\n

I laugh through another bout of tears and tell them I\u2019d like to get them to work without crashing the damn car due to another crying jag.<\/p>\n

We both laugh and it\u2019s all good. In other wave of synchronicity, the song is by Forest Rain, their favorite Brony musician. And transgender.<\/p>\n

It seems the person I feared who would be the least understanding of my plight is perhaps the most supportive. Genuinely supportive.<\/p>\n

Perhaps this won\u2019t be so lonely and scary after all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So There\u2019s That: Adventures in Transgendering chronicled my transition in 2014. One hopes the gentle readers will forgive any awkward or anachronistic language within. \u2014 N.B.: My youngest, the other key figure below, has since come out as non-binary. After chatting with them, we made the decision to update their pronouns accordingly. I wake up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-so-theres-that"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":646,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions\/646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}