2001The next year, 2001, stands out for three, no wait, four or even five things; I went back to Michigan for my niece’s wedding and there were no gender or family issues. As I’m still getting ma’am and miss and gal at restaurants, which pisses off Robyn who has to correct every one of them with a haughty, ‘Excuse me, this is my husband.’ (I find it mortifying). Anyhow it worked well on the visit ‘home’, or at least nobody seemed uncomfortable or was rude. I saw every relative I have there and had a great visit.
Then from the sublime to the ridiculous, in May we went to Esprit. Esprit is the premiere cross-dressers’ conference held every year in Port Angeles, Washington. Nobody cares what you look like there, the dresses in the Salvation Army store fly off the shelves, and there are class
