Hey y’all! Here’s my favorite photos from Tampa Pride this past Saturday in Ybor! I’ll be doing a detailed account post a little later today but…. Here’s the favorite shots of the Day! My Friends Amanda and Kristopher and I had so much fun!!!! 🌈🤘🌷🦄❤
Hey y’all! Here’s my favorite photos from Tampa Pride this past Saturday in Ybor! I’ll be doing a detailed account post a little later today but…. Here’s the favorite shots of the Day! My Friends Amanda and Kristopher and I had so much fun!!!! 🌈🤘🌷🦄❤
Hey y’all. This post finds me in a pretty rough state. That said I figured a blog post would probably be good for me as well as spare my friends a bit of my shitposting histrionics. So where does one begin? Well, most likely from being in a weakened state from my immunosuppression drugs… One of, but not the only scary sides of treating autoimmune disease. I am currently dealing with super happy fun time in the form of pneumonia. I am off work for the week and sitting around the house alternating between Theraflu and cannabis oil and various forms of tea. The first two days were mostly drinking soup and writhing in misery. As you might imagine, neither my bipolar disorder or my rheumatoid arthritis are on break for any of this. I had already quit my Kevzara injections. The last shot was due a bit over two weeks ago and I was already flaring like hell after the previous dose so I decided another shot was pointless. It’s actually really fortunate. If I did that last injection I’m certain the pneumonia I found out about a few days ago would have been way more intense.
As it stands, I thought I had a cold but when it got worse I walked to a clinic by my house and they confirmed what I was pretty sure of. I’m on a Z pack and albuterol. Also using mucinex and a few other things like cough drops and ginger turmeric tea to help with inflammation. The shit thing right now is that I’m on nothing for RA because I’m fighting an infection. My Rheumatologist wants to start me on Orencia IV infusions but obviously I have to get well first. So all I have right now is cannabis tincture, but I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR IT ❤
Infusions are a bit frightening to Me. It’s kinda the next level of treatment and… It tells me even without the blood work to verify(which I’ll explain in a moment) that my disease process is advancing. I’m what they refer to as Seronegative. Meaning my Rheumatoid Factor and C-reactive Protein generally look normal(these are the usual markers doctors go by for diagnosis, but NOT ALWAYS). In spite of that my symptoms are observable to the eye and I HAVE had one blood test that actually revealed something. The only one that really ever has- the Vectra DA(disease activity) panel. It measures about a dozen markers and gives you a numerical score which is worse as the number rises. The first year I was diagnosed my score was a relatively low 13. The next year it more than doubled to a 27. still not quite high, but concerning. After that I have no idea, and the reason is that I haven’t had this test in a long time. Because apparently with patients on Kevzara(sarilumab) like me, the results become completely distorted so we couldn’t use it. I’m off it now but I don’t know how long it’ll be until I can Vectra again. I’ll have to ask the Dr. next visit.
Anyhow, the major issue right now is my lungs being all gacked up. I’m steadily noticing the pressure in my head and chest easing off but I’m by no means clear yet. I’m just happy to have my appetite back as I’ve already lost nearly twenty pounds. My Man has been absolutely amazing lately and has been taking the BEST care of Me. I’ve been an emotional wreck lately because my burning fear of my RA becoming disabling seems a lot more plausible these days. Also, it’s the kind of thing where is the disease doesn’t kill me the treatment still could. I sob to myself sometimes when people tell me they think I’m brave or inspiring or whatever. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it or them, really. I just have a really hard time seeing it in myself. Sure, I’m a fighter. I’m not disputing that. But I am far from brave. What I am most of the time is absolutely terrified and freaked out. Sometimes I feel like all my confidence and determination is but a theatrical ruse to please my ego. I’m sorry if this isn’t what anyone wants to hear but….. I’m not giving up. I’m just being real about how afraid I am.
Things are in many ways looking up, in spite of the current happenings. I’ll be doing my legal name change hopefully by my birthday. Also, Iron Maiden comes to Florida on said date. How perfect is that? I have an amazing support network of family and friends. I finally have a medical cannabis card and don’t have to be treated like a criminal anymore. Things could certainly be worse, methinks. It’s just been a series of heavy weeks and I am unbelievably worn out. On a bright note: I finally told off a long time ‘friend’ who had been trying to convince me to stop taking all my meds. Good riddance!
But I’m doing my best to stay positive. I’m doing my best to be there for the ones I love. Most of all I’m doing my best to be gracious for all the love and support I have from my IRL as well as my online families 🌷
And in my head I hear the burned out voice of Layne Staley weakly breathe the words…..
‘Something’s gotta turn out right’
Take care, Y’all🤘
-Lily Jane 🌷
CW: Surgical Stuff
This post is a couple days late but…. I made it through my first Year since I came out as a Trans Woman! It’s been a hell of an interesting journey and I figured a bit of reflection was in order as well as ruminating a bit on what the second year of transition will entail.
So the big deal initially was coming out a year ago on this blog(which I knew family would read) and Facebook and Instagram where I had been hinting as much for a good while. This became common knowledge where I work and fortunately I had and still have an extremely supportive work environment. This has been a huge factor in building my confidence to move forward with my transition to female. That’s not to say there haven’t been some exceptions but finding the confidence to be out at work and be secure enough to express my identity has spilled over nicely into the rest of my life and dealing with friends, associates, and family members. My friends were the least surprised of anyone when I came out and have been awesome across the board. My family has been really amazing. There have been some very awkward and tense moments but there’s also been some pretty superb comedy and for the most part everyone has been really cool. My Dad was less than thrilled when I came out to him in the form of a letter. Things are pretty tense and I’m doing my best. Coming out to him was a more recent hurdle I had to clear. It was in December, under the advice of my Gender Therapist. It was right around the time I started Hormone Therapy, representing one of the first really major steps I’ve taken in my transition. Also, my big Sister doubled down on her support by asking me to be one of her Bridesmaids so major love to her!
That was a bit of a time jump there, but this post is going to be a bit disjointed so bear with me please. Most of the first year I just slowly accumulated clothing and makeup and went to see my two therapists. The process of transitioning seems to vary greatly by state but I saw a gender therapist for a few sessions and he referred me to the Endocrinologist who prescribes my HRT.
Having a supportive partner has been immeasurably valuable to me and I love Shannon beyond words. When I first began to find myself he made damn sure I knew he would love me no matter what and he has been true to his word. I fully realize how fortunate I am for having him in my life.
So I’m creeping up on three months on HRT. So far I think it’s working pretty well. I’ve already seen a decent amount of softening in my general features and quite a bit of breast development as well. So as you can imagine, I’ve been pretty sore. Totally worth it 😎
I stepped down as the Administrator of the Transgender Metal Group I founded on Facebook. I really like the group, I just wasn’t comfortable with the role I put myself in with where I’m at with my mental issues and my transition and felt that my Moderator and Metal Sister Larissa Glasser was the logical choice of who to hand it over to. I have immense respect for her as a Woman and a Metalhead and am really excited about reading her book ‘F4’ which just arrived in the mail.
So as for future goals…. The legal name change as well as the gender marker are the next things in my crosshairs. I want to do surgery too, eventually. But not getting constantly deadnamed is currently a HIGH priority for me.
As for surgery, I’ve looked into the options and with my health issues I don’t think I could handle a full Vaginoplasty. The aftercare is really intense for one but… Since I have issues with healing and fighting infections I’m pretty sure I’d be happy with a Vulvoplasty without needing to construct a vaginal canal. As long as I looked anatomically accurate externally I really see no reason to put myself through all that dilation and aftercare. It’s mostly that I don’t think bowel complications and the like are worth constructing a vaginal canal I don’t feel I need that could cause a lot of problems with my health issues and the meds I take. Plus recovery time with a Vulvoplasty is usually much quicker.
So, not that anyone asked… But yeah. I want Gender Confirmation Surgery eventually. Hopefully in the next year or two. But the legal name change is currently my top priority.
I’m doing my best and I’m grateful for everyone who’s been looking out for me. In my personal, working and online life I have a small army of people who go to great lengths to build me the Hell up and help me believe in myself.
Thanks so much 💋 It’s been an absolutely amazing year, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds🌷
Lily Jane 💜
I just quietly realized as I was sitting on my couch thinking about what to say that…..
I have been transitioning for nearly a full year since I came out in February of 2018. It’s been both immensely satisfying and highly challenging. Today is day 52 on hormone therapy and I’m already seeing a decent amount of softening in the face as well as breast development. In the last year I’ve made some really cool new friends, started a discussion group on Facebook for Transgender Metalheads, and been fairly diligent about keeping up with my usual therapist as well as my gender therapist. Generally speaking it’s been a great last year but not without a few complications and whatnot. I have a great supportive family and group of local friends. My dear online family between facebook and Instagram is pretty extensive and I have a lot of people I chat/text with fairly on the regular. These people are AMAZING. That said… I have become somewhat more isolated in the last year.
Some of this was inevitable. A lot of my friends have kids now or live farther away. We all have work schedules that get in the way too. I have a lot of people who check up on me (or whom I try to look out for as well as I can) but I still find so very much of my life to be a solo mission.
Don’t get me wrong, my darling is amazing. But it has been a rough last several weeks for me with my work life drying up and him being so busy with theatre. Both He and my Job have always done so much to fill that social void. I’ve determined that I need to get myself reinvolved at least with my backstage life. I don’t know when I’ll be comfortable enough to be a performer again but I hope someday that I will because theatre did so much in the past to build my confidence and I really miss all my playhouse people.
I just hope I can be on point and reliable. I’ve got a bit of social anxiety issues I’m grappling with lately and being a Transgender Bipolar Lady with ADHD and Rheumatoid Arthritis… Well…. I feel like I rarely get a break. I’m losing physical strength from the hormones(plus my Boobs hurt like HELL) and I’m trying to find something new to break into for work.
At the very least…. I need to get out more. I didn’t start transitioning so I could become a damned hermit!
So time to get the hell back into the arts. I NEED IT.
Hope you all have a splendid Sunday!
-Lily Jane 🌷
Hey there, Dear Readers. Everything went great with the nice Endocrinologist and I have been on Hormone Replacement Therapy for about a week now! It was pretty rough getting to this point but the relief was immense and immediate once I began. I’m still dealing with some difficulties like getting very few hours from my job and struggling to find another one. I had an interview last week that seemed promising but they decided not to hire me. Was a bit bummed about that but in general I have drastically better control over my thoughts and emotions. I feel much calmer than I ever have in my life. Things that used to make me get anxious or crazy no longer agitate me nearly as much. I’m just mellow, level headed, and wishing I did this about fourteen years ago. Better late than never though. I hate begging but I set up a GoFundMe campaign to help me get through the next week or two and my appointments/obligations until hopefully I find a new job or my existing one picks up. Copious amounts of gratitude to my friends who have donated or shared the link💜
Aside from that I am really excited about doing my 2018 retrospective post as this is the Year of Lily Jane!!! I’m also grateful for the fact that my rheumatoid arthritis is currently very well controlled since I added twice daily Plaquenil to the kevzara injections. I flare a little when it’s cold no matter what but generally speaking I am in very little pain lately.
I had a health scare recently with my Cat which really tore me up emotionally and she’s doing better but I’m watching her carefully because she seems a little sick again today. Just going to have to watch her carefully.
Aside from that just trying to maintain. I’m under pressure but I feel so much more able to deal lately it’s ridiculous. Generally speaking my mental health has been profoundly improved by transitioning. Here’s my tree btw. I can’t wait to see what I look like in a year! 🤘
Wishing you all a Happy and Stress free Holidays,
Like many seasons before, it’s proving to be a kick in the head. However, this year is a little different. It’s been about nine months since I came out as Transgender. This is my first season presenting female and if all goes well I will be beginning Hormone Replacement Therapy in a bit over two weeks from today. I’m seriously ready for this and I can hardly believe it’s finally actually happening. I will be seeing an Endocrinologist just to be on the safe side with figuring out dosage and all mostly because I have an autoimmune disease (RA)and don’t know what variables that might pose.
My Gender Therapist has been really amazing about helping guide me through this process. I really like the guy (He’s a Trans Man) and he’s super involved with Equality Florida. I saw him at the ‘We won’t be erased’ rally in St. Petersburg and last night he was a speaker/presenter at the Candlelight Vigil for Transgender Day of Remembrance. The Mayor of St Pete and many other city officials were speakers. I cried at various points. Listening to the names of the(confirmed) Trans People lost to violence cut me to the core. One of the slain shared my last name.
The night before the vigil my Man and I went to pick up a pizza. On the way there a jerk teenager started screaming and threatening to stab me. We kept going the other way and he didn’t follow us. I was freaked the walk back and had my mace ready. Thankfully the trip home was uneventful. It drives me nuts when people (Mostly Republicans) go around talking about people like me wanting special treatment and say things like ‘Its 2018, Gays are in absolutely no danger in the western world!’. Even though I was talking about TRANS PEOPLE. Nice subtle form of Erasure, eh?
I exist and sure as hell plan to assert it. The religious right doesn’t own America and they sure as shit don’t own me. I’m trying to detach myself from the news cycle and public outrage to some extent but with the ruling administration waging war on LGBT people I for one refuse to just roll over and let these lunatics erase us.
I’m not becoming ‘hateful’ or ‘screechy’ or whatever the latest word du jour is for people who don’t want to let billionaire narcissists do whatever they please. What I am becoming is simply no longer afraid to fight the hell back. I’m as sweet and reasonable as they come but that ends when you start stripping people like Me of our civil rights to housing and employment and education and healthcare and threatening to define us into legal and literal oblivion.
Anyhow, the transition goes well. Got my Gender Dysphoria diagnosis letter sent to the doctor, my hair is finally starting to look good, and I’m building a huge Trans family online. I still only know a couple of local people because I’m incredibly slow to approach people but I’m working on it. One thing my therapist advised is to not do any sort of body modifications until I’ve been on hormones for a long while because often the changes from the hormones prove sufficient without altering anything plus if you do something early in HRT the results can be unpredictable. So yeah, still taking things nice and slow.
The next thing to start working on is my voice. Luckily I found a nearby Trans Wellness Center that has vocal training classes. Definitely looking into this. Anyhow, I’m still fighting holiday stress as per usual. I’m a little nervous about getting awkward questions over the holidays from relatives who haven’t seen Lily in person yet. Doing my best to be good natured. There have been awkward moments, sure. But my family has been mostly super cool about my Transition. I love them and I pray like HELL that we keep political discussion to a minimum for the sake of decorum.
Aside from that, just enjoying the Facebook group I started (Transgender Metal People 😫)and loving and appreciating the living daylights out of my growing Trans Family. If y’all are reading this YOU mean the absolute Universe to me 🤘
Anyhow, despite my troubles at least my anxiety meds work and I had tacos for lunch! Today has been pretty good and I’m feeling pretty awesome about Lily Jane (and planning to start taking some Martial Arts classes 🤘).
Happy Beginning of the Holidays, folks. Enjoy this photo of me at the Trans Rights Rally. More to come.
I am just getting started 😘
Sometimes it’s so freaking astonishing to me how far I’ve actually come. For many years I was way too terrified to go out in public presenting as female. It’s coming up on Halloween and one year since I finally began to force myself to deal with my inner turmoil. I still struggle with RA and Bipolar Disorder. Sometimes immensely. But ever since I realized that I had been absolutely suffocating my inner self and just let go… Things have been gradually improving. So allow me to bring you up to speed on the latest happenings:
I have one more session with the nice Gender Therapist I’ve been seeing in Pinellas Park and I’ll have a Gender Dysphoria diagnosis letter to take to the Endocrinologist I’m scheduled to see in early December. I really like this therapist and may continue to see him after I’ve gotten my hormones started and whatnot. For some reason we’ve just really clicked right from the start and believe me, good therapists are worth hanging on to.
I’m doing alright healthwise. Still having breakthrough flares since quitting Sulfasalazine. That stuff just made me too damned ill. I’ve been on Plaquenil for about a week but my Rheumatologist told me it’ll take a couple months to start working. Kevzara injections are pretty effective but they weren’t quite covering me for the full two weeks so hopefully Plaquenil will help me get slightly better mileage than I was.
I should have said my PHYSICAL health has been decent. In the magickal Bipolarcoaster of my head things frankly haven’t been so cheerful. I woke up a couple days ago to a New York Times article saying that the current administration is trying to legally erase transgender rights and protections and define us into nothingness. I’ve been hysterical for days. I feel sick and absolutely demoralized. I’m getting by on little snippets and scraps of absurd laughter and it’s somehow sustained me this far.
It freaking figures. Barely make it through my twenties and early thirties and when I finally find the courage to assert my femininity the federal government decides to wage war on LGBT people. I’m still living and breathing and existing. I’m just terrified by hearing our President openly call himself a Nationalist and calling people like me an angry mob as they begin to systematically strip us of our rights and protections and civil Liberty. Everything might seem normal to you, but in the queer Community the fear is very real and tangible. I carry pepper spray and a knife whenever able, I don’t go out after dark alone, I’m afraid to lock eyes with strangers, I don’t go off the main roads and by all rights I guess I got my transitioning wish. Living as a woman and everything that comes with it. That includes mortal terror.
Still, things could be far worse. I’m becoming more politically active (mostly out of a sense of survival imperative) and I have a fuckton of support in my life. My amazing friends as well as my family have been as supportive as humanly possible. Except for my Dad. I’m scared of that conversation. But I won’t stop living my truth. I just have to hope for the best. I fucking refuse to go back. The psyche of Lily has become like a hospital for the tortured wreckage of Thomas. A name and an identity I never had a say in. I still have many elements of my old life or precious memories or whatever that I carry in my heart. As profoundly difficult as it’s been, since I began living as Lily I’ve been doing my best to heal my being, to let go of Thom without resentment or shame. To forgive him for being so miserable all the time he was hiding out not being able to comprehend what was happening to him. I’ll never forget the time a few days after coming out where I had a moment of reflection. As I grappled for the words tears began streaming down my face and all I could manage to say to myself was ‘Thank you so much for letting me out of my cage’.
I don’t intend to stop now or in the near future 🤘
Things have been more than a bit perplexing of late. I’m moving forward with my transition as well as I’m able to currently and despite the passage of time seemingly coming to a crawl…. Stuff IS happening. I’m not sure what I should go into first here so bear with me as I struggle to articulate my thoughts.
I’ve been socially transitioning since I came out as Transgender in March so about five months now plus some change. I’m building up a new collection of clothing, working on makeup skills and doing my best to alleviate my sometimes crushing dysphoria. I have been seeing my longtime therapist again since coming out and he’s been really great and supportive. He is not a gender Therapist though so I referred him to one that I’ve been in contact with about figuring out what the standards/criteria for the gender dysphoria diagnosis letter. After that I’ll go to an Endocrinologist and hopefully begin hormones soon though I think Florida may require a year of social transition first.
Not crazy about living in Florida. Many of the people are mean and paranoid and I feel like I have a target on my back here, even in my most confident state. I’m working on facing my fears and doing my best to be strong. People I know tell me they think I’m brave or something and while I appreciate the sentiment I feel compelled to confess that I am frequently overwhelmed and absolutely crippled by fear and anxiety. I’m okay for the most part being out in public but strangers and crowds are really starting to freak me out sometimes. I’m usually okay at a concert or something but I’m finding myself getting really perturbed when I go pretty much anywhere. I know it’s not fair on my part because most people are totally cool but I’m seriously developing a bit of a social phobia and it’s been making me really have more of a sense of urgency about keeping myself together.
While I’m much happier day to day since coming out as trans, I’m also finding myself having to handle far more anxiety and apprehension than I have ever had to shoulder. The Rheumatoid Arthritis has been it’s usual capricious self so I’ve been riding my bike obsessively recently. I’m usually okay as long as I keep myself steadily burning all this bipolar energy. But sooner or later I have to slow down or stop. That’s where things get challenging for me to deal with.
I get into a lot of awkward situations and look for unisex bathrooms wherever. Not that feminine looking so no matter where I pee I’m gonna get dirty looks and perhaps worse but… Whatever. Hopefully things improve for future generations.
I miss the outlet that I used to have in Theatre. But I feel like all I could do at this stage is help behind the curtain. I don’t want to play male roles and I’m not confident in myself enough to seek out female ones yet. I’m not saying that I never will be, just that I’m not there and it distresses me. I’m hoping I face this soon as I feel like this part of my soul is withering.
Really doing the best I can to be a good Lily. I’m plagued by self doubt and this ugly part of Thom’s emotional baggage that refuses to let myself take credit or pride in anything. I know I’m a fairly decent person but I constantly juggle bipolar disorder with an autoimmune disease (RA) and the stress of transitioning and….. I can’t properly put into words how exhausting it sometimes is being Me… I keep pushing forward because at ever so slight a pacing…. Things are improving. I don’t hate the sight of myself any more. There are things I can and will change but…. I’m mostly okay with my meat skeleton.
I still have flashes of absolute spiritual agony from time to time. Believe me, those abrupt shifts can make you completely mad. But I’m learning that somehow I still have a friend in myself. We’re even closer than ever since I allowed her to reveal herself 😹
I still haven’t come out to my Dad. I’m afraid of how he will react. I know he doesn’t have a particularly high opinion of trans people and I’m afraid but…. I know I’ll have to deal with it eventually. Just not today.
I keep moving through the various systems like I have some idea of what I’m doing. Sometimes I’m not even faking. The closer I’ve become with my inner self the more determined I am to never retreat. Lily has a name, a close confidante in herself, and amazing support network. The thing I’m becoming super adamant about is not letting my emotional or physical pain turn me into a jerk. I know who the fuck I am and who I want to be and….
I’m here for the Long haul 😘
It feels Lovely to spill my guts in the form of a Planet Berserk Post. Swear I’m going to try to be more prolific.
Lily Jane 💜
Hello, Reader Folks. Apologies for my absence as I have been struggling with balancing my personal life, injuries and general fatigue and malaise. Things are definitely on the upswing though. I’m feeling pretty awesome about my existence and the people in it be lately. So allow me to divulge what I’ve been busying myself with:
My big Sister came to town for a few days to help celebrate my Dear Mom’s 70th birthday! We went to the Beachcomber on Mandalay and had an absolutely superb dinner and celebration. It was my Mom’s first birthday with two daughters as well as my first real family function as Lily Jane. All in all I think it went really well and I’m pleased with everyone being so cool despite a few awkward moments. Those are going to happen and my family has been really great about accepting Me. Calling me a different name than what I grew up with is a little odd, I get it. Point is the effort is there and I appreciate them.
I’m recovering from some really terrible inflammation in my elbow so I’ve had the last week off work. Happy to be going back as I am a little stir crazy at present. Tennis elbow and tendonitis can be an icky combination but the Mobic has been very helpful and right now my pain is relatively low. The Rheumatoid Arthritis stuff is fairly well managed though I am really curious to see where my vectra DA mark is. Yay, more blood work! Anyhow, I’m a little banged up but my health is pretty good and I’m grateful. Kratom has been a real blessing and helped me manage pain more effectively as well as cut back on meds.
In other news, I’ve been in contact with a Gender Therapist about getting a letter of dx of gender dysphoria so I can begin HRT which I am really anxious to do. I’m going to s r about getting my main therapist schooled in WPATH or whatever so I can just have him write it. I’m anxious partially because I want to get married to Shannon and I don’t want to Marry him as Thomas. So I want to be legally Lily and on hormones before I tie the knot. I hope that answers some of your questions about when that’s going down. I really don’t know is the best I can do at present. But I’m optimistic that it’ll work out. Hormones are supposed to be really helpful with easing some of the body dysphoria stuff which I am all for.
My awesome friend Heather has given me a bunch of really cool dresses and been a really super supportive friend lately. My Mom has been really awesome too even if a little puzzled at times. I’m spending a lot of time just kinda letting go of some of my stylistic hangups and trying to be more comfortable in my own skin. I’m pretty confident about leaving and going out and about, though I carry pepper spray and watch my back. I’m also doing the unthinkable and cutting out beer for an undetermined amount of time. I’m just starting to care about my figure a little more and am not really feeling beer these days. So whatever I guess.
I’m doing quite a bit better since I built up a rather formidable Internet family in the last year. I have a great deal of people in my life whom I’ve never met in person but have been there for me in some of my darkest times. I do my best to be there for them as well as I can. I’m always fimly within reach of moral support from a plethora of interesting people and It means the absolute world to Me 🤗
It’s these various people online and irl (of course) who make me realize that I need to stop screwing around and get prolific with my writing and visual art. Because the people in my life inspire me so much that I can’t freaking contain myself and I want to SCREAM IT!!!!
So, Ummm…. yeah. That’s what’s going on with me lately. I feel beat up but refreshed and ready to go full throttle again! Also, I feel cute today 😎
Have a splendid day, Y’all. We’ll be back soon!
Lily Jane 💜
As the title implies, our trip finally happened. Not in it’s original form nor under the preferred circumstances but….Shannon is finally healing up and well enough to travel. So first a week in Alaska. Firstly for a Memorial ceremony for his Mother. Secondly so he can meet with lawyers and handle his busines. After that we’re spending a week in Vegas on the way back to Tampa. We have both had a rough year so far and decided that the timing was right for a little vacation. But more on that later.
We had the Memorial with family at Murphy Dome USAF Radar Station( pictured here)
at the top of a mountain.
I thought it a perfect time for my hooded dress and longsleeve shirt (because mosquitoes are INSANE up here) but only one other person wore black.
We shared stories and memories plenty. Shannon’s Sister and her Husband brought Shari a few last drinks that we poured of diet pepsi and wine(and we had a bit of wine too) and we scattered some of her ashes up there. Those who wished to put on a glove and tossed a handful of Shari’s asges as we said our goodbyes. As for the rest of the ashes, Shannon and I are taking them to Vegas (which she loved). The highlight was as well were getting ready to leave a double rainbow formed 🙂
Aside from that, Shannon has been busy with figuring things out with the lawyer and I’ve just been kicking back and relaxing. Enjoying the Scenery. Here is the view from where I’m sitting:
So we’re here until Saturday and then we fly to Vegas by way of Seattle. Gonna see Primus, Carrot Top and some JOUSTING among many other things like relax by the pool 😍
I’m super excited. Aside from all of that,I’ve been in contact with a gender therapist who has been really helpful. I hope to be on hormones by the end of the year. I’ve been infinitely more happy and content since I began transitioning. I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin it’s amazing.
So that’s about all I have for now. Smooches!!!
Lily Jane(and Wodos)💜