It is rare I don’t sleep and I used to sleep with the television on as a crutch of sorts. Recently though I have made a deal with Liz to try sleeping with the television off. Regardless of all the warnings I received over the years of how harmful it could be to my psyche, I persisted until last week. After a terse discussion with Liz, I gave in to trying not to wake her up with a television being on.
Overall, the process has proven to be a success. Even though I can’t say I sleep any better, I can say when I am up in the middle of the night like last night, I have a tendency to think of blog posts to write. Of course the problem is remembering all the ideas flowing through my head. Last night, I was up for an extended length of time and came up with several good experiences I have had in my past as I crossed the gender frontier. As I thought about them though I knew I had written about most of them previously.
Then I thought about the flip side of all the pleasant experiences I had.
With me at least, time doesn’t heal all wounds but time does tend to emphasize the positive over the negative. For example, here is one I thought about last night. The whole excursion happened one night when I was making yet another trip to a local mall to go shopping. I truthfully don’t remember much about what I was wearing except the outfit did involve a dress, heels and hose.
By this time in my transgender transition, I had settled in to the idea store sales clerks didn’t care much about my gender. They cared so much…
