Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Hello! My name is Jim
Ever since then, the idea to come out to Ginny has been perking around in my brain. And after a few days thought, decided that I would. If she didn't accept me or believe me, it's really no big deal. We only see each other occasionally.
I drove to her office, and she drove to lunch, the food sucked by the way. I'm not a huge fan of this particular Thai restaurant. But anyway. We had been chatting about one thing and another on the ride over, and I'd decided that I would tell her at lunch.
After the flurry of water, menus, talking about what to order, separate plates or shared, we went separate plates. The orders were taken, and then we were alone at the table again.
I took a big breath, held out my hand for her to shake. She took it with a rather quizzical look on her face. And I said, "Hello! My name is Jim*, I'm a guy who lives inside a girl."
She had a load of questions, understandable. But the good thing was she was totally cool with it, and seemed to totally believe me, which is always a worry for trans people. Ginny and TH and I have been friends for quite a long while now, and of course some of her questions centered on how TH felt about my being a guy, and a gay one at that.
The funny thing was that I was totally calm about it all. I wasn't worried nor nervous. Still not completely sure why, only that as time as gone by, I've grown more and more comfortable with being trans. I still have periods of sadness and grief about never being seen as who I am; I really don't foresee that going away either. When I told her about loosing me or loosing TH, she got a sad look on her face, I knew then that she GOT it.
* Jim isn't my real name, yeah?