Category Archives: Special Things and Events

experiences that make a difference to me

Coming of age

Yesterday was my 64th birthday, hence the title of this blog entry.
Last night, my sister and I, and a couple of girlfriends went to see a play, Charlotte’s Web. After the play, our friends took us to dinner to celebrate my ‘coming of age.’

But let me step back into the past, about a week.

After some months of life keeping us apart, the four of us, my sister, myself and our 2 girlfriends, went to The Crown n Anchor Pub for dinner. When we arrived, we were somewhat shocked at how busy the place was. Our friends circled the parking lot several times before a place opened up for them.

Inside, there were people walking around on beautiful costumes. We asked and were informed that it was the birthday of William Shakespeare. We were seated and placed our orders and while we waited for dinner to be served, we hailed one of the costumed people what was going on. Several people had numbers pinned on their costumes and there were cards listing a number of ‘characters’ from Shakespearean plays as well as a non-Shakespearean character. The goal was to figure out who these actors were and to guess the fraud.

Seeing the cards being passed to us, another actor boldly stepped up to our table and plopped down more cards and some pencils. She had wings and a feather in her hair. Clearly her character was PUCK. As my meal was served, she mischievously tried to distract my attention elsewhere in an attempt to filch a french fry. Instead I took her hand and kissed it and held it while we all talked and got to know her better. Later on I did slip her a french fry as she kept coming back to our table. It was a very fun time for us all. She also told us she was part of a ‘play group’ and they were doing Charlotte’s Web the following week on the 28th, which just happened to be my birthday. By the way, her name is Kimm and that evening, she became our new friend.

Later, after we got home, sis and I started looking up ticket prices for events in which we were interested. Sis got tickets to Disney on Ice for Saturday and I got tickets to Charlotte’s Web for Sunday.

Charlotte’s web was well performed and among the cast was one actor in a power wheel chair. Among the cast were adults and children and our new friend Kimm, who played a goose.

If you have ever read the story or seen the animated cartoon version, you will know that Charlotte’s Web is about life, love and the undying friendship of self-sacrifice for a friend. The main charters, and center of the story, are Wilbur, a pig, and her friend Charlotte, a spider. Two more unlikely friends you would ever find anywhere. To save Wilbur from become bacon, Charlotte spun words in her web to point out how special Wilbur was. Exhausted from this sacrifice, and laying her eggs, Charlotte passed away as any spider will. Wilbur, having promised to save Charlott’s eggs, did just that and when they hatched in the spring, they all floated away, all but one who stayed to become Wilbur’s next new friend.

Food for thought: isn’t it interesting that in real life and stories, our children and animals and other creatures can find ways to overcome differences and become friends and we as adults, and our national/world leaders, all too often can’t?

btw: Kimm is our friend. No other distinction is necessary.

The first time …

I dressed as a girl was for a Halloween Party at my church.
I was in foster care since the family had been disrupted. All us kids were put in different homes. I had been moved through several different homes until I ended up with a Catholic family in Revere.

This was a tough time for me as all the cards were stacked against me. I was the only Protestant ‘state kid’ in the family. Consequently I could generally do no right.

Anyway, the church I attended was a Baptist Church and this one year they held a Halloween party I really wanted to attend. No one was going to buy me a costume. Someone came up with the idea that, since there were several girls about my age and size, my costume could be made up of little girl clothes. I was what, 4th or 5th grade then. Anyway, I was taken up to the girls bedroom, a place boys were not otherwise permitted, and a dress was selected as my costume. I don’t remember much else about the costume or even the party except this part.

I went into the small restroom and changed shortly after arriving at the party. When I came out people made much of me and how cute I looked. That lasted all of maybe 5 minutes before I changed back to my clothes. I felt nervous, I recall, and I can’t say for sure why except I didn’t feel comfortable with everyone thinking what a cute girl I was.

Everything else about this party is a mystery to me. In fact, this is the first of several life experiences that only key parts of remain in my conscious memory.

I did not willingly don girl attire again until my freshman high school year. One day, alone in the single room I was sharing with my father, I just HAD to dress as a girl. That meant, of course, that I had to get some girl clothing. I knew just the place and amassed an extensive wardrobe of dresses, skirts, blouses and underwear. For breasts I used rolled up socks. I loved trying on the clothes, discarding things that did not fit, keeping others hidden in boxes or suitcases in the cellar. And dressing felt right as well as good. Of course I also loved getting back in my own clothes.

Over the years, I tried to figure out the why of it. I even wondered if my Halloween costume had anything to do with it. Eventually I discarded that theory. I dressed often and stayed dressed as long as I could. Late at night, with a kerchief about my head, I would take solitary walks as a girl loving every minute and at the same time terrified I might get caught, or worse.

Only thing I ever resolved was that I felt right as a girl and loved how I looked in a mirror when I tried to hide that boy part.

From high school to the present, it was a somewhat rocky road. Getting clothes. Throwing them all away. But always getting more in the long run. During my several marriages I even tried my wives clothes on. Lucky for me, all my wives were compatibly sized with me.

Today, in April 2013, I have been living as a girl for over 7 years since I first started going out in public in Sept of 2006. In those years, I would reverse-dress for work. It was necessary. And now that I am retired, my reverse-cross-dressing days are over and Rosaliy is here to stay.

WWS Full MoonCircle

Join our World Wide WWS Full MoonCircle at the Lunar Eclipse on next thursday 25/04/2013. Over 2900 are already joining us.

Just 3 days before my 64th birthday, I will be joining my sisters around the world for my first WWS Full MoonCircle. Not an online event but a spiritual joining. I do not know what to expect, really, but I will be there. Follow the link above to learn more and join in.

Recycled Percussion

Last night (April 9) sis and I went to see a show at the Quad in Las Vegas. She had already seen this group perform on America’s Got Talent so, while we were enjoying visiting family on a 4-day weekend, she bought vip tickets which put us right by the stage.

During the show, one of the guys came off stage with a huge box in his hand and invited me to the center isle up some distance from the stage itself. Then he handed me a some drum sticks with the instructions to throw them to the man on stage when he asked me to.

I was thrilled to be part of the show. My first throw when low, wild and to his right. He made some show of putting a dented pan someone had on their head to protect them from my next throw. However, that one was spot on as I judged better how to get the stick to him. He caught it and perhaps I surprised him in that.

Later, he was asking where that lady was who nearly hit another one of the guests and I raised my hand. He called me back to the isle, not quite as far up as before, and came to the edge of the stage to teach me how to properly throw a drum stick. I had a lot of fun with that and my second, underhanded, toss was also on target, slightly high, but he did catch it. I executed a nice curtsy then, returned to the stage to shake hands before returning to my seat.

I was totally thrilled and literally temporarily famous as others complimented after the show on my throws.