At Dayton, I sought out old ham radio friends and acquaintances in order to come out to them.
One friend, who I had known for over 30 years was pleased to see me once he recognized me en femme.
He listened attentively to my story. Then he asked some questions, which I answered.
Finally he said to me, "Why would anyone want to be a woman?"
My jaw dropped. I felt like everything I had said to him had gone in one ear and out the other.
It was not a choice. I didn't decide one day that I needed a change of pace and would become a woman. I didn't decide to become transgender to spice up my life.
Life would be so much easier if I was not transgender... if I was not a woman who found herself in a male body.
Like Joy Ladin wrote, "There’s nothing so bad about being a man... as long as you’re a man.”
I'm certainly not a man. That explains why I feel uncomfortable when en homme, but at ease when en femme.
And so it goes.