Whenever it’s the last week of a year, I find myself looking at the calendar on the wall, noticing the dwindling dates of December, and asking myself, egads, where has this year gone?
The gravity of knowing that one year is about to give way to another makes one think of all that’s to come with the new calendar on the wall as well as, naturally, all that occurred while the old calendar was posted. And a lot happened in 2018, including something you probably know by now if you’re a frequent reader of this blog: My having to depart my previous place of employment and eventually finding the current temp-to-hire assignment I call my new income source.
But rather than bore you with another post of the professional journey Male Mode Me took in 2018, or for that matter any other issues that popped up in my life this year, I want to lift my cup of kindness yet for one of the more enjoyable days of my previous 365 that should not be forgot. At the end of September, I joined up with a Flickr friend and fellow male-to-female crossdresser. The two of us first got together a few years ago at my apartment, at my invitation. Back in the fall, my friend put out the call for someone to join her for an afternoon at her place, which she would have all to herself. (Her wife doesn’t mind her dressing up but wants no part of it.)
My Flickr friend and I spent the few hours of that late afternoon trying on outfits, conversing (despite my not being a brilliant conversationalist), and just enjoying that “girl time.” And, yes, we took pictures. It was just these past few days that I finally got around to going through the photos from that afternoon. First was this pic of yours truly in a leopard print dress and trusty leather belt you probably saw before on here:
And this dress I found earlier in September at St Vincent de Paul. Yes, there are diamond shaped studs along the lower halves of the sleeves and above the hemline. And, yes, it was love at first sight when I saw it, especially considering the fact that it’s in my size (8).
And here’s me in another item I found at St Vincent de Paul, a tank top all glittery in front-panel sequins. I pair it here with a patent leather mini skirt I found at Forever 21.
But the best photo of yours truly from that late afternoon was one of the last pictures my friend and I took.
Yes, you’ve seen this “me” shirt I found in the Macy’s markdown racks back in March. But the suit? I had just bought this Who What Wear pantsuit earlier that very day before my dress-up rendezvous. A few days earlier, I had actually noticed this suit on the rack at Target but didn’t think of purchasing it then. After that, however, I thought about how my femme side deserves to have a professional look. I mean, an endless stream of wigs and leather skirts isn’t enough sustenance for a crossdresser.
So when you look at me in this suit, you’re not just looking a crossdresser. You’re looking at a human being who in 2018 went through the sadness of losing one job; regained pride in finding new employment; and for one Saturday afternoon, put aside the worries of the outside world and took the time to be… well, me.
It’s this day of meeting up with someone and dressing up for the camera that is one of the better moments I will want to remember 2018 for. Yeah, the steep slopes and rough seas of this year will linger in the back of my mind, but my glass will be raised in honor of the good moments and good people I spent them with.
Here’s hoping when you raise your own glass at midnight tonight (or earlier if you like to turn in early on New Year’s Eve as I do), you’ll have your own happy moments and good friends you’ll remember from 2018. Thanks for reading, and may you all have a happy and safe 2019.