Outted At Work

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This only goes to show you how life is stranger than fiction.

As you may, or may not know, I work as a paper girl (don't picture me on a bike or with a little bag slung around my shoulder please. My route requires me to drive 85 miles a night where I face the terrors of potholes, dirt roads, mud puddles, and rednecks.) Anyway I was at work last night talking to one of the two people I actually deal with (there are several more I deal with, I'm not that much of a gnome). She had mentioned that she broke up with her girl friend. Me, being the giant ass that I am, said cool, every think of me, I'm a lesbian. (Go back and look at some of the blogs with pictures so you get the right imagery.) So we was like "Really? Are you sure you want to go with that?" And just like that, I confess that I am Trans. Right there at the LGBT thingy.

Turns out she isn't a she, she is a he. An F2M. Small world huh? So we got to talking about life and transitioning (He started hormones about the time I did, so fairly recently). I also go with my standard line "I don't know why anyone would be f2m you're already where I want to be.) We probably talked a total of an hour. He even came over to talk while I rolled papers and gave me his facebook account. I told him about here as well, but I don't know if there are many F2M stories. I mean, I can't even know how to torture someone into making them a dude... guess my brain aint work that way. But, at least I know I'm not alone, not even at work. So Kudos for me.

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