Hey,
My Wife already had given birth to our Son 11 months before I came into their lives.
For a more detailed account, you can find a previous post here.
Tag: transman
Are you worried about your trans status becoming known in such a small town?
In short, yes. But I’m concerned about my trans status being common knowledge wherever I am.
Here, I have some family. They’re very prominent members of this community and well respected due to business relations and town social standings. This is useful in the fact that if shit ever does hit the fan; they’ll be on my side fighting for me.
I almost feel as though things are so simple here, people are so straight forward that at times it feels less likely for anyone to ever out me due to the fact that trans people are invisible here. There is no knowledge about trans issues. I’m not even sure if people here would know it’s possible to transition from female to male.
Perhaps I’m not giving the town folk enough credit, but here I am seen as a short, odd little “alternative” man with a Wife and Son. Nothing more. The only reason people give me and my family a second look in this town is because we haven’t altered our dress sense to fit in – we appear more “city” than “country”.
So, in-between being a Father and Husband again, before I become employed full-time – I’ll have a few spare hours each day to answer any questions.
If you’ve been wanting to ask things, now is the time they are far more likely to get answered promptly.
Ask here. As always, anonymous is enabled.
I have been with my family for a little over a week now.
To say things are hectic is certainly an understatement, but I’m loving every second of it. I’ve been on riverside bush walks with K, my Wife and our new Dog (who we’ll call D). I’ve cleaned the entire house which was overwhelming my Wife, I’ve cleaned and sorted out the garage and actually have places to put my tools!
I’ve built dog-proof fences, mowed and walked not only K to and from school most days, but by proxy the dog also.
I’ve had roast dinners with my In-Law’s, played Rummiking until bedtime with family, had a good dozen or so coffee’s on the front porch, overlooking our street. Dog and cat by my feet.
I’ve picked up some odd-jobs which actually pay (albeit minimally, but any port in a storm) and am introducing myself to one of the local Drama/Performing Arts schools here in town this coming Thursday. Word has spread via my Wife that I have arrived with Qualifications pertaining to that area, and rumor has it they’re very interested to meet someone who has any kind of qualifications – current employees possess none, only experience.
I am apprehensive; it’s all about social interactions here. Very very small town, so there is perhaps three degrees of seperation between most folk at max. Everyone loves a good gossip.
My Wife gently let me know it would be best for my first impression if I shaved off my beard which has gotten unruly over the last few weeks. I’ve had better things to do than shave.
I’m kind of a bit smitten with it now, it’s a pity it will have to go.
But she’s right; it’s working with youth and in order to appear more my actual age and not ten years older, I should endeavor to groom myself.
Big, big changes. I find myself feeling a little overwhelmed at times – I want to accomplish so much, and I want it all done yesterday. I am slowly wading through “to do” lists I had made in the last few months for when I arrived.
The land here is beautiful. I am an exceptionally lucky man to be able to be this close to such glorious bushland and river systems, an abundance of natural rescources alongside flora and fauna.
I take nothing for granted.
The Anonymous Man. A poem about being a stealth transsexual man.
This isn’t me, by the way, I just thought this was awesome and worth posting.
This was one of the most moving and relatable things I’ve ever had the privilege of viewing.
I got sent an invitation to do Honors in the mail.
I am flattered, and it’s certainly something I would love to undertake.
But not next year.
This coming year belongs to no one else but my family and work.
do you have experience with the gen 2 peecock? particularly about what colour to choose?!
Unfortunately I only have experience with the Generation 1 Peecock, but I will tell you that I know a few friends who have the Generation 2 and they say to go a shade darker than you feel is correct.
Any of my followers wish to help out?
Update.
Long time no write, I’ve been ridiculously busy and for that I apologize.
I have two assessments left to complete in order to graduate, and there is 15 days until my Wife makes the journey to this town in order to pick me up and take me home.
I can’t really articulate how I am feeling about it all, because my emotions are so varied. I am beyond excited at finally, after almost three months – reuniting with my family on a permanent basis. I am excited to get work, begin life. Finish this chapter.
In the same instance I feel myself being somewhat saddened by the actuality of leaving this town. More so – the actuality of leaving my pseudo-family. These guys have carried me during some tough times, allowed me into their home without exception. Mostly, they’ve given me experiences I thought I would never have had the opportunity to experience given that I am married with a child.
I basically got to experience share house living, as though I were a batchelor. It’s been an eye opener and very rewarding. What a learning curve. So affirming.
The boys are all pretty shocked that the three months has gone by so rapidly; and the house feels a bit melancholy because of it. I plan to cherish the moments I have remaining with these three guys.
K is doing very well at his new school – the standardized testing results for all children in his year level nationally came back recently, and he is almost an entire band above average in everything. I am very proud.
My Wife is finally getting to do some real work with her job; after a couple of months building rapport with the local community and setting up a new office in the town. She rings me with excitement for debriefs, just like when we were living together in the city. It makes me happy.
The small town has mere spatterings of jobs, but due to the low population; everyone knows each other. As a result my Wife has been speaking of my imminent graduation, and has been encouraged to tell me to apply at several places that are desperate for someone with qualifications such as mine. To be able to use my arts degree in a rural backwoods town is more than a shock, to say the least. I was planning on falling back on hard labor and/or working with my Brother-In-Law with his company as an apprentice.
Today I will complete a take home examination, and then there will be one assessment remaining between graduation and I.
Leave me things in my ask box to come back to after my performance this afternoon.
I got to visit K and my Wife for four days recently…
The little town is gorgeous, the people not so much but vast wilderness and wildlife outnumber humans drastically so it’s hardly noticeable.
I spent an entire day maintaining the land for my Wife; she couldn’t get the mower to start (and is usually very good at it) so I figured the engine may have seized with lack of use – it belonged to my father and he hadn’t used it for months. Land maintenance was getting pretty pertinent as the back paddock had stinging nettles around chest height, growing out of control. My Wife had attempted to kill it all off using roundup (drastic for us, but K and her were suffering from the stings) to no avail.
I mowed the entire block, front and back – even edged the lawns. Slashed the back paddock of doom without a single nettle sting – much to my amazement. Turns out the several layers of work gear, boots, gloves and a hat were a good idea.
We spent days feeding ducks, exploring the river banks, throwing rocks into the river with K.
When walking along the path next to the river with my Wife, K and my Nephew – K and my Nephew ran quite a way ahead of us. I looked slightly concerned I guess, and turned to my Wife about to ask if I should yell for them to wait up, when she smiled and explained not to worry – the path is safe, the town small and everyone knows each other. I am inherently and stupidly overprotective by nature, but K has been overwhelmed with a sense of independents and freedom since moving there. It was so refreshing to see, and it made me reflect upon my own parental practices.
At night my Wife and I played board games and chatted over drinks and cheese platters. I’d wake up with her head on my chest.
I read K bedtime stories, even got to attend a Friday morning school assembly. We went out for dinner with the family that resides in town.
Mostly, it was just a bitter reminder of all that I am missing whilst studying. I hadn’t anticipated the complete and utter empty feeling I would have after I returned from my little visit. I fell into the rhythm of life there far too easily, instantly comfortable from the moment I arrived… it was hard to come back.
By gosh, K had grown at least a bazillion inches since I last saw him. Or two, perhaps.
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