We're Ba-ack!

In which Brittany and Kayla attempt to restart and catch up the whole blog (after a 5 year hiatus) in a one-hour lunchtime private chat, and mostly succeed even if it does end abruptly. But this is just the (re)beginning, friends and fam. It's a whole new world out there; we've got some shit to discuss.  

January 3, 2018

Kayla:  First of all, let’s start this off by saying I have zero specific questions prepped, so we’re going to be TOTALLY OFF THE CUFF HERE, PEOPLE. You know, how professional bloggers do it. 😉
But it’s been... gah... how long has it been now? Since our last BB convo?

Brittany:  Yeah. Just winging it here too. Most recent blog entry is from October 2012, so a long ass time.

Kayla:  Yep. Sounds about right. I’ve gotten divorced, remarried, and had a baby since then.
And you’ve clearly met the love of your life, if I can be so bold...?

Brittany:  Yeah. Still with Trisha after almost 6 years now. And Michelle has stuck around for about 2. Crazy. Good crazy, but I didn't see it coming

Kayla:  That’s fantastic! So at this point, you’re in a polyamorous relationship? Is that how you’d describe it?

Brittany:  Yeah. The 3 of us. Trisha & I were always somewhat open, but the actual 3rd person in a real relationship wasn't something we were looking for, but Michelle is awesome.

Kayla:  Do you live together, or in separate homes?

Brittany:  Together. She moved in about a year ago, not like  Trisha & I moving in together after like 2 months. And she's young. 28 in April.

Kayla:  How has that been with the kids and all? I know Trish has daughters. Is their dad supportive?

Brittany:  He doesn't seem to care, other than occasionally remarking how he wishes he had 2 girlfriends lol. He has a relationship to the girls, not much of one with the adults.

Kayla:  That’s cool. At least he’s not being a dick about it. Buckle of the Bible Belt and all that - I’ve known some cases where things were way harder.

Brittany:  Yeah. Fortunately he's about as religious as I am. I imagine being a religious person in a relationship with Trisha would be about as lovely as being with me.

Kayla:  Lol, good. But, so, where we left off... your transition... which is obviously not transitional anymore. But to catch people up, how have things been on that front since?

Brittany:  I've pretty much decided to probably not get surgery because I don't want to deal with the recovery period. My boobs are 32A from hormones. I'm pretty content with that as I'm scrawny enough that they're visible. I zapped all the facial hair off some time ago, and have worked on my voice.

Kayla:  And you’re still doing regular hormone treatments?

Brittany:  Yeah. That'll be for life.

Kayla:  Well, you’ve always spoken of them so fondly, so that’s ok.  😉

Brittany:  It took a while for them to grow. Doubt they will anymore. Makes sense though. My mom is about the same size. I got her body type, but a few more inches of height, which I never really thought about pre-transition.

Kayla:  Not everyone can be a DDD, though I suppose there are implants, if you ever decide to go that route. A lot of women do.

Brittany:  Yeah. Could happen, but probably not. If I do anything, it would be facial feminization surgery since I sort of take after my dad in that area. But then again, people on the street don't usually clock me anyway.

Kayla:  Clock you?

Brittany:  Notice I'm trans.

Kayla:  Oh, that’s not a term I’ve heard before! Where does that come from? Why ‘clock’? (I usually think of that word in terms of either being punched or a timepiece, way to keep time.)

Brittany:  I'm not actually sure where it comes from. Just part of the lingo you pick up from other trans people. Like getting clocked means you didn't "pass" as cis to the person who noticed.

Kayla:  Gotcha. I just had to ask ‘cause words/language fascinate me in general.
But do you feel that helps you, socially speaking? That you typically “pass”?

Brittany:  Yeah, but few people pass all the time. Sometimes you can tell someone is clocking you or picking up on something when they look at you weird. Thankfully, most people don't say anything. But then comes the new problem of cat callers and street harassers. Which is scary because, if they clock me in the process of harassing, that can get dangerous.

Kayla:  That was going to be my next question, even before you brought it up. How people treat you in public in blood-Red Oklahoma.

Brittany:  Yeah, that has a lot to do with why I got my carry permit and got into kickboxing with Michelle.

Kayla:  I don’t blame you. It’s a hard world for women. And it’s an especially hard world for trans women.

Brittany:  Yeah. The world is dangerous, so I became dangerous.

Kayla:  You do what you have to do to protect yourself.

Brittany:  It's not right for everyone, but it helps me feel a bit more secure.

Kayla:  Yeah, I get that.

Brittany:  Plus kickboxing is fun and totally great for fitness.

Kayla:  I can’t own a gun (personal limit) because I’m too paranoid to have them around kids/teenagers, even locked in a safe. But I’m also not trans, so I’m sure if I saw a new report every week of one of my small community getting murdered, I’d feel differently.
Lol, now I probably should get into kickboxing. I could stand to lose some pounds.  😉

Brittany:  It's one way to do it.

Kayla:  Probably more effective than sitting around watching Netflix all the time.

Brittany:  It's kind of hard to picture you kickboxing though. 20ish years of knowing you, and I've never sensed any violent inclinations on your part.

Kayla:  Lol, right? Have you built up any muscles doing that?

Brittany:  Yeah. I have good tone these days.

Kayla:  Though, I did take Tung Sudo when I was a kid. For, like, 6 months. I don’t even know if I’m still spelling that right. Maybe I should just do yoga. I need good tone, too.

Brittany:  Tang Soo Do? I looked it up. Yoga is great, too.

Kayla:  That might be right. I’ve done a little yoga.

Brittany:  I think just about every gym has toga classes.

Kayla:  Lol, I know that’s a typo, but now I’m picturing a bunch of people wrapped in sheets.

Brittany:  Lol. I didn't notice. Classes on how to dress in sheets.

Kayla:  Yes. And drink like a frat boy.

Brittany:  Yeah. I wouldn't be hanging out there

Kayla:  No drinking?

Brittany:  Not for a few years now. Or hard drugs. It was getting pretty toxic.

It's almost 1, and I have a client, so let me copy and paste real quick.

And this is where we both had to get back to our respective day jobs wihtout ceremony, as we'd run out the clock. No pun intended. But stay tuned. We like doing this better than our day jobs, anyway.

Face It, Your Son is a Dyke

Relationships are hard.  Sometimes, relationships with your own family can be the hardest of all.  And right now, Brittany is thinking to herself, "she said 'hard.'"  I'm glad we could have this chat.

June 6, 2012

Kayla:  Hey lady! So, what's been goin' on?

Brittany:  Nothing heavy really.  My mood is better now, etc.

Kayla:  That's good. I was starting to get worried about you.

Brittany:  It happens. I've always dealt with depression spells. Less frequent now since I'm happy, but still possible.

Kayla:  That sucks. Did anything in particular happen to set it off this time?

Brittany:  Not really. Just happened... other than luck of sleep possibly.

Kayla:  Yeah, that'll do it. I get weird if I don't get enough sleep, too.

Brittany:  I don't even know what happened. I never have trouble sleeping with Trisha in the bed. I sure did that night, though. The whole next day I had that cracked out feeling like after you've been tweaking a little too long and are coming down. So maybe that triggered it.

Kayla:  Ugh. Glad you finally crashed, though.

Brittany:  Yeah. Trisha was fucking awesome about that. She just told me to take some of my pills and go to sleep, and she'd take care of the shit I normally do.

Kayla:  That's awesome.

Brittany:  Yeah. I found the right woman apparently.

Kayla:  So how is life in hormone-land?

Brittany:  Hormones are good. I'm on max doses now. Have been for about a month, I guess.
More tit development. Still small, but at least I look good in a spaghetti strap.

Kayla:  Lol! That's true. It does definitely seem to be more noticeable now.

When you maxed out the dose, did it mess with you any? Mood swings or weight issues or anything?

Brittany:  I eat and work out about the same as always, so not really.  I'm pretty much happy with my weight. Stepping it up gradually probably keeps side effects down.

Kayla:  Yeah, probably. And are you still doing the voice exercises?

Brittany:  Yeah. It's getting easier than before, but still something I have to be consciously aware of, or I go to pretty close to my normal voice.

Kayla:  Do you ever practice with Trisha?   (that image is just too cute in my head)

Brittany:  Kind of. Mostly after practicing by myself. It's kind of a daytime thing.  And I'm glad to have her and the girls.

I still haven't talked to my dad in however many weeks. I'm in and out of touch with my mom. She'll get over it before my dad.

Kayla:  Yeah... I was going to get around to that one... what happened there, exactly? (or... even vaguely)

Brittany:  He went out of the country with his wife for like 3 weeks, so we watched his dog, which he pays me for. When they came to get her, I was wearing a spaghetti and was obviously with Trisha. He looked at me kinda weird, gave me the dog money, and left without saying much.

Kayla:  Ok... then what? Did you get in an argument about it later or something?

Brittany:  Nope. Nothing really. All was left unsaid. Though when I was at Crystal's baby shower, my sister was having a housewarming party later that night. We were gonna go, but then I got the text saying, "Make yourselves presentable. You know what I mean. And don't be so affectionate."

Kayla:  That. Is. Asinine. So, you in a spaghetti-strap shirt, arms around your girlfriend, isn't presentable enough?

Brittany:  Well, she was just sitting on the couch when he came over anyway, but when we do go out, there's a lot of PDA. But that's my partner. That's the way it is. She isn't that conventional in appearance either and it's like it was pretty acceptable when I came out as a "gay man" years ago, but now I'm a transwoman. I can say I'm bi all I want, but lets face it, I'm a dyke.

Kayla:  Oh... they didn't have issues with your PDA when you were a "boy" with a boy?

Brittany:  They didn't meet many boyfriends. Most of my involvements with men were always casual, go home in the morning.

Kayla:  Ah. It sounds (to me, just based on this) that they're ok with "whatever" as long as they don't actually have to see it and deal with it in person.

Brittany:  I guess. It was kind of that way when I came out trans. No visible results at first, but then it started getting real, I guess.

Kayla:  That sounds about right... sounds like your people are pretty non-confrontational... like they might avoid the issue entirely rather than deal with an argument or whatever.

Brittany:  My parents are, yeah. Maybe they know better than to argue with me. I'm really really good at it.

There was that point, I think, where people expected me to be a gay man with my mannerisms or whatever. I convinced myself of that for a while.

Kayla:  I was going to ask you about that, too. I, of course, thought you were gay way-back-when as well. But, were you ever really attracted to men the way you are women?

Brittany:  Not really. I just had no interest in women as a man. I might have had some interest in men, but never really took that seriously. It was just fun mostly. And it's easy to get men. Anyone can can get men. It was a good way to get laid, pimpin' and shit at Majestic.

Kayla:  So, then, your sexuality really didn't fully express itself until you made peace with the idea that you're trans...

Brittany:  Pretty much. It's like "coming out" again. Twice even.

Kayla:  Ha! I guess it is!  But, this time it's for real. At least for your family.

Brittany:  But hey, that's the way it is. I'm who I am.

Kayla:  Well, they'll just have to get used to it, I suppose.

How do you feel about how they've handled this lately?

Brittany:  Too bad for them... and maybe that contributes to the depression. I don't know for sure.

Kayla:  I suppose it's an obvious assumption (because who wouldn't), but do you think you're dealing with feeling abandoned or rejected... and maybe not really dealing with it? Seems like depression often comes when we're not really looking at something... for me, anyway.

Brittany:  Yeah. I said that to Trisha and Carmen at different points, so I know I have freshly created abandonment issues.

Kayla:  It's normal. It would be better if you and your folks could just talk about it. But I get the feeling they're not really up for that.

Brittany:  I doubt it. I think they want things their way. Their way isn't gonna happen.

Kayla:  No, it isn't. And that's something THEY should have to deal with.

Brittany:  Right.

Kayla:  It's not like you're telling them you don't love them anymore.

Brittany:  I know.

Kayla:  And that's the worst thing about these kinds of things... people have such a need to control the actions and lifestyles of other people. If they could grow up and realize that their identity does not have to be tied to your identity--that who you are doesn't change who they are--they could deal with this a whole lot better.

Brittany:  I know. Maybe I'll use that line sometime.

Kayla:  It's easier to think of this stuff when it isn't you that's going through it.

Have you spoken to your sister since the "be presentable" message?

Brittany:  A little. She has no issue herself, but we're not really close. We just kinda see each other in passing.

Kayla:  Yeah, I understand. Hmmm... well, what will you do? Are you going to bring the issue up or wait for them to?

Brittany:  I'll just wait for them, I think. I'm sort of starting to come to terms with it, and I have my own family to tend to now.

Kayla:  Yes. Priorities. Your elders can take care of themselves. They'll grow up in their own time or they won't. You just do what's best for you.

And keep talking. Don't bottle stuff up. That shit'll eat you alive.

Brittany:  Face it. Your son is a dyke. Like, really, a dyke.

Kayla:  I want that on a bumper sticker.

Brittany:  Sort of saying that in my head, not to you.

Kayla:  Lmao! I assumed so! (but who knows... he could be...)