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I didn’t think about it immediately but the picnic Liz and I attended yesterday was my first ever as my authentic self. None of that mattered however, I was just looking to enjoy the day.
I guess rule one with a picnic is having good weather and we were blessed with a close to perfect mid summer southern Ohio day. Rule two for me is having a place to sit down and eat. It is also important to note the picnic was hosted by the transgender — cross dresser group I am a member of. The majority of people attending I believe were transgender in various stages of transition along with a few spouses and cis women.
The food was good and even the diverse group of people managed to play well together without any of the “I am more trans than you” rhetoric or any other politics sneaking in. With me others know what side of the political fence I am on and they leave me alone if they wanted to or not.
It was nice also to see a few acquaintances we haven’t seen in awhile and of course look back on a few of the long gone gay venues in Cincinnati we happen to frequent on different occasions. I am not from Cincinnati so my visits were far fewer than others. Plus I had to really try to come up with excuses to use on my wife on why I was spending a night away from home. How I worked it out was my company’s headquarters was in Lexington, Kentucky so Cincinnati happened to be about mid point in…
