Some of my Trust List friends have been lovingly coaxing me to go to Gender Odyssey.
Considering the fact that Papi and I are now so broke it's spooky, I had to bow out and rely on having my support through my Trust List instead.
I was feeling so down about the fact that it's just not affordable to go to this event, that I decided to invite my Trust List to lunch on the weekend that this tranny soirée was happening.
I thought, "Well, I can't get support there, but I'll get it in my own way."
Every person but one said they couldn't make it. They were out of town, or had plans etc etc etc.
I felt so alone. I felt that I was meant to be alone and that I didn't have the cosmos on my side.
but wait?! what's this?! a light at the end of the tunnel?!?
Then My Person told me to look into a subsidy/scholarship. She told me
to tell them my brief history, that Papi was a newcomer to the transformation and
how I need support.
I put in the appropriate application and letter ...
i had to keep my letter under 175 words. yeah. me. chatterbox extraordinaire ...
... and left it up to luck and/or someone who cared.
I spoke to the one person on my Trust List who could make it to the lunch, "It looks like it's only you and me. I put in an application for a subsidy/scholarship and if I'm not accepted, would you like to join me one on one for lunch?"
This amazing friend one upped me. "I'll do better. I'll help subsidize you. How does $100 sound?"
I couldn't believe it.
I honestly couldn't believe it.
Who is that insanely generous?!?!
Well, it looks like my friend is.
When my love woke up, I excitedly told Papi that there was subsidy from my friend and a possibility of subsidy from the Odyssey itself.
Papi said, "You can't take her money!!!! That's crazy!!!"
I replied, "Well, she's already put it into my PayPal."
Papi stopped, looking a little shocked and in awe, not really knowing what to say. To be honest, it looked a bit like how I felt when my friend first offered. "Wow. Ok, but don't count on them giving you a subsidy too."
alright negative nelly.
When I checked my email today, lo and behold, I had the subsidy.
ok ... apparently i'm really supposed to go
After closing my mouth, I decided to share the exciting news with 'you', my imaginary friend.
It's things like this that make me realize I'm meant to be in this relationship. I'm meant to learn how to remain in love with my soul mate despite us going through this male transformation. I'm meant to open my eyes and heart to this new world I've been so against for so many years.
This time is meant to be.
Perhaps I'll gain some insight. Perhaps I'll find allies. I'm positive I'll find others who, like Papi, are bubbling with joy over the chopping and hacking of their body parts.
Papi is still healing from the top surgery and can't do a lot as of yet, however, my love is already looking forward to the hysterectomy.
There was my love, at the end of our bed, doing the happy dance. Hips waving back and forth. Arms moving with the mocking white man sway, almost emulating a chicken, "I can't wait to get my hysterectomy! It's coming soon!"
I couldn't believe I was seeing this jig and hearing this elation, after mi esposo had been complaining about the pain for the past month. "Honey, if you think your top surgery hurt, this next one is going to be wayyyyy worse. I wouldn't be doing the happy dance if I were you."
"Yeah I know that, but I'm not hurting as much, so I've forgotten how bad it was and I'm just looking forward to getting it all done."
The next mother fucking hurdle.
Yup. I'm really supposed to go to the Gender Odyssey and learn more about my part in all this.
However, right now, I must go and try to look fancy for a performance tonight, after spending two days in bed with a fever.
yeah ... sure.