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jackironsides) wrote2019-01-04 10:27 pm
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Trans Advent, door four
My parents had friends around for dinner tonight. Two of them, R & J, I'd met before I came out. One, Monica, a lovely woman from Berlin, I'd never met. I was fairly sure that R & J hadn't been told I was transitioning, but Monica had never met me before! Maybe she'd guess my gender correctly; who knows.
It was a pretty nice evening. And then, just before they all left, Monica told me that she thought the enormous picture my parents have on the living room wall was a good one of me. It was taken about six months before I came out, and I am dressed in high-femme mode, with lipstick and a sundress.
I had forgotten it was even there.
I can't express the crushing feeling I had from this one well-meaning complement. I don't know how it came across to Monica. I don't know if I managed to say something polite.
I really wish my parents would take those fucking pictures down.
It was a pretty nice evening. And then, just before they all left, Monica told me that she thought the enormous picture my parents have on the living room wall was a good one of me. It was taken about six months before I came out, and I am dressed in high-femme mode, with lipstick and a sundress.
I had forgotten it was even there.
I can't express the crushing feeling I had from this one well-meaning complement. I don't know how it came across to Monica. I don't know if I managed to say something polite.
I really wish my parents would take those fucking pictures down.
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For what it's worth time does help. You start to look so different that new friends see the old pictures and go "Who the hell standing next to your mom? I didn't know you had a sister."
I know it's a cliche, but things get better. I hope you have a better day today.
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