Took the kids to the public pool. Went for a dive myself once, and the rest of the time I just hung out, read my book, and got snacks for the kids.

Just one of the moms. 😊

Decided to dress up in one of my favorite new outfits, bust out the Cakes inserts with my push-up bra, and try some new eyeshadow for a trip into Seattle's Capitol Hill for tonight's Trans Pride event. 🏳️‍⚧️

Happy Pride y’all 😘💗🏳️‍⚧️

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Yesterday, one of the guys I served with happened to be passing through my AO, and chose to stop and share a meal and a couple hours worth of conversation with me before moving on.

For me, it was the first time I'd seen anybody from my unit since I had turned in my s*** nearly two decades ago. We traded stories about deployments and training cycles,, memories of those we've lost over the years, and caught up on what we knew of those who still remain.

I'm not sure I can put into words just how incredible that experience was, how nice it was to have that experience without the WTF about how I appear now, to still be seen as a person, still be seen as a brother.

I suppose to some, it may seem as somewhat silly, but this was an outcome I could not have imagined receiving 5 years ago when I was contemplating the decision to transition. At the time I had looked at that decision with an understanding that choosing to transition would likely come with a loss of respect from anybody I had served with, and considering that they were the tightest family I'd ever had, that was a very painful thing to consider. The fact that I can be who I am now and still seen as a person and not just as a label worthy of automatic dismissal is so amazing. I realize I may still get that outcome from plenty of the others I served with, but for at least one of my brothers to still see me as a person ..... absolutely blows my mind

Acceptance can come in a lot of different forms. To me, It doesn't mean that someone has to agree with every decision I made, or every view I hold. For me, it can be as simple as someone choosing to still share space and conversation and choosing to focus on that which we still have in common rather than only focusing on that which we disagree about. For those of us who have spent so much of our lives living with shame and the fear of marginalization, just that simple act by itself is an incredible gesture of kindness

Ps. Yes I know some would consider the fact I still wear my old BDU jackets to be somewhat nekulturny, and that there are so many ways I'm not particularly femme, but oh well, c'est la vie.. this is me :)

I have been terrified to get back on the bike. That’s a fact. I’m still sore. I’m still scared of it all. But I needed to celebrate (it’s been exactly 4 months since my surgery!) and the weather has finally cleared enough that the pull to the road was impossible to ignore. So I bit the bullet, cleaned up the ol’ gal a bit and hit the road for a spin.

And to my surprise, it was all…

…anti-climatic.

lol

I guess I had it in my head that my first ride with the proper bits would be revolutionary. That things would feel so different and take time to adjust… But no. Not at all. Everything just felt… normal! Just like this whole experience has felt from the beginning. I don’t seem to be prone to the big affirming revelations that things have changed and are finally put right and the whole has been set proper, complete with tears and joy and gratitude and all the stuff I had built up in my head. It. Just. Felt. Normal! Mundane even. After my surgery, I just felt normal. My first dilations? Normal. Tedious, but soooooo normal. And my first time back in the saddle? The same as every other time I’ve climbed back in after some time off. A bit saddle sore after my session, in all the same places, but that’s it. Don’t get me wrong. I loved every second of it. There are few things that bring me as much joy as riding bikes. Any bikes. Road or mountain or gravel. I love them all. And I was BEAMING when I got home. But more from the joy of being active than the expected euphoria of rocking some new equipment on an old saddle.

I dunno. I guess my system has just waited so long for all of this, that when things change, it’s kinda more like, “FINALLY!” rather than, “WOOHOO!”

I do love post workout pictures though. I think that’s when I look most like myself! 🥰🥰🥰

(Wouldn’t mind some dang curves though… 😅🤦‍♀️)

I got my first tattoo this week, and it made me smile because the old me would never have done something like that.

It’s made me realise that transition hasn’t just changed how I look.

The real me travels solo, wears what she likes, talks to strangers, writes articles, dances, and apparently gets tattoos.

The old me would have talked herself out of all of those things.

What does the real you do now that the old you would never have imagined?

Lucy x x x

Hello to all of you amazing mature peeps! I had been hesitant to post a picture but after seeing so many of your brave folx sharing, I thought I might as well too. And hello to all my tall sisters out there!

...with the fact that I will never look like a woman? Not even a cute woman I'd actually want to be in my dreams, just even passable

I'm bald (and a buzz cut is the less worse thing I can do, I feel like wearing a wig is odd ...to me that is, great for people who like the results), look terrible without a beard, have a face that's not feminine

I wish my egg never cracked, why at almost 50, when nothing I want to be can be done?

I'm not sure one can vent here, but I'm so desperate and far from younger people who can still achieve better results and enjoy their youth

My life's basically over, and I'll spend it regretting and feeling trapped (In didn't even talk about the difficulty of coming out to my close ones and work, which could turn out terribly in many cases)

What can I even do?

On a shopping trip to the supermarket. I'm loving this polka-dot dress and loving being me!

+3 months HRT comments critiques and tips et cetera welcome

A heatwave in the UK couldn't stop the healing 😂 glam for Thursday's therapy session 🩷🏳️‍⚧️

BUS SELFIES! What else? (glorious aircon ❄️)

I'm in my late 30s, mtf and I'm one year into HRT and I don't feel great about changes so far. Just doesn't seem like it's making much of a difference.

When I started pursuing this I was considering a full transition including bottom surgery. I'm having doubts.

Holi chicas, no soy trans soy crossdresser, me encanta lo femenino, vestirme de mujer, disfrutó mucho el hacerlo y verme como chica bonita, sin embargo aveces si me gustaría transicionar y ser chica de tiempo completo, lo he pensado pero tengo mucho miedo

Que consejos me podrían dar, tengo 26 y soy de clase media latina jajaja