Watch Out There’s a Trannie About
I’ve surprised myself on two counts this week.
First, I’ve let a local guy know what I get up to, not a friend as yet but someone I’ve known for a long time.
Secondly, I’m having a local makeup consultant come round to my house to sort out my eyebrows and one or two other things.
Two weeks ago I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing what I’ve just done. But there is a reason, isn’t there always?
I’ve been getting restless about this notion that I have to creep around locally so muggles don’t know I exist. It’s this same restlessness that’s making it more irksome for me to keep hiding the fact from my daughters that I go out in a frock occasionally.
But sorting out my look has had a profound effect on my outlook. Because I’m feeling so good about it I don’t feel embarrassed about letting people know who this Rachel person is.
Now, touch wood, I’ve had very positive reactions all round. The makeup consultant even commented on my geat bone structure. And whilst I gave her a get out clause – “If you don’t wish to deal with me I won’t expect a reply” her comment was that she embraced diversity and personal preferences and would love to help out, and would totally guarantee absolute discretion. Does it get any better than that?
Because, in my heart of hearts, I believe my daughters wouldn’t have a problem with Rachel I’ve been getting more relaxed about them seeing my shaved areas you know legs chest and arms.
And I’ve even been working on resizing the photoshoot images whilst my eldest came into my office and she never said a word. Of course, I don’t know if she saw the photos or not but I’m guessing she just didn’t twig. But I guess this is all part of me wanting them to know so I don’t have to make excuses for staying away overnight when I go to events like BNO. It just doesn’t seem right, somehow.
So, in the main, I’m feeling very positive about the way things are right now and I’ll let you know how things go with the makeup consultant. :)