How many people are you?

As authors, if we are going to be any good, perhaps we learn to sort of "be" other people since we must develop characters as we write a story and most often our stories have more than one person in them. As I have been thinking about this, perhaps lots or even most T folk learn to be more than one person in our real lives and each of them are very real. Then I thought about a police officer who must be an authoritarian figure at work, and when he gets home he is dad, hey you, or some such.

For many years, since 2005 I have been a Muslim woman to most people I know, and a regular woman, or a T woman hoping to pass as a woman to others.

Lately, since I got off the last of the drugs, it has become clear that I haven't been being me. Trying to decide who that is is um "trying" at times. So, two weeks ago, I went grocery shopping as usual and was completely covered save for my hands and face. No drama there right. So yesterday, I went up to the VA to see my shrink on my bike, and wearing a white, long sleeved and hooded mini dress, no wig, no Hijab, and only a helmet on my head. I can safely say that my shrink was surprised but managed to stifle any gasps at first.

On my way out to my bike I stopped by the loo and when I got finished and went to wash my hands, there was this aged tranny that did not pass very well in a dress that was somewhat too thin, with her pink panties clearly showing through. So, perhaps this girl needs to swing back the other way a bit, but not clear to covered Muslima.

Perhaps I'm at an age when a bit of a wig and makeup is no longer optional.

Still working on it.

Gwen