“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each others' life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof” .
Calie’s moving account of her meeting en homme of a sister (also en homme), or at least someone she is almost certain is a sister has moved me. If you haven’t read it, you should, but to summarize, she felt drawn to make contact, but the opportunity went by, unfulfilled.
I would have wanted to connect, but this has given me something else to ponder; what would I do if I was the girl standing there in my man-clothing and someone said, right out, “you're trans aren't you?”.
What if I was clocked? (I realize that usually we worry about this en femme, but remember, I am special, ;P ) It is something I will really ponder, and try to be prepared for, because it might be a wonderful opportunity, or my wife’s worst nightmare, and I won’t have much time to size up which one it is at the moment it happens.
Another recent post by Nicky had me all wistful with a similar theme of wishing we could all hang out together and have a pint at the drop of a hat.
Our lives are complicated enough aren’t they ladies? I do love connecting here in blog-land, but don’t you wish that when we really met by chance that we had a way to connect and spend some real time together, no matter how we are presenting at the time?
I’d like to meet my family. I know how difficult that is to arrange. I have a feeling it will happen, someday, because when we want something badly enough, and can imagine it happening, usually it does, eventually.
Hugs to you all,