Interaction

Creature of the night?

One of the things I've never done a lot of -- make that any of, really -- is interact with folks as Lizzy. And that is what I crave: to be able to go out casually, in broad daylight and be ... me.  But as we all know, that is easier said than done.  When I get near others, my heart freezes and I fight a (usually losing) battle to (a) turn my head (b) turn around or (c) all of the above.   So, on my recent cross country trip from Somewhere In Western Alabama to Somewhere in Northern Georgia and back (detailed beginning here) I was determined to interact while I looked like how I feel inside.

It began, as do so many of our adventures, in the dark ... after indulging in the t-girl ritual of Photos at the Hotel (see some of them here), I got in the car to fill up its tank.  Of course, this was in Somewhere in Northern Georgia, in the roots of the Southern Appalachians, so it was cold, and I didn't have sweater one, so I stood shivering in my capris and tee, filling the gas tank, hoping that some roving gang of teen-aged hoodlums didn't read and/or harass me.

Travels With Lizzy: The Road Home I

The things we do to express who we really are.  On my recent cross-country trip -- well, my recent cross-two-state trip -- I was determined to return to Somewhere In Western Alabama the way I had come: expressing my better side.  Problem was, the check-out time at the motel was 11:00, but I had interviews until 12:30 or so.  Where was I going to change?

Motel Dreams

One thing we TG types do is decorate motels.  I mean, it's sad when we can't openly express our other side on a daily basis.  So a staple of many a transwoman's photo collection are pictures taken in various motel rooms, snapped on lonely trips away from her loved ones, standing in front of the door, or window, sitting on blandly-upholstered couches or posing provocatively on the bed.

For many, especially those toward the heterosexual crossdresser end of things, these are the only times they get to express their inner girl.  The resulting pics often have an undefinable desperation to them, as if this is it, as if they can see their entire career as a TG playing out in these rooms.

Travels With Lizzy

This is a post about a trip.  It was a watershed trip for me, for one very simple reason: it was the longest time spent in trans-mode.  Ever.  As my renaissance has progressed, and I have become increasingly proficient at presenting as the female me, I have hankered to be Lizzy for increasing lengths of time.

Approximate route of my trek

My daylight experience has been, until now, limited.  So, I decided to inch out into the daylit realms with my usual caution and prudence:  I set out from my home Somewhere in West Alabama, bound for Somewhere in North Georgia.  Trip time: five hours each way.  Route: a busy I-20/59 to Birmingham, then I-20 to Atlanta, then the dreaded Georgia 400 (and smaller two-lanes) to my destination.

I was going for a job interview, which was in two parts: dinner with the hiring committee on Friday evening, then interviews with each member the next morning.  I was determined to spend as much time as Lizzy as I possibly could.

Hi, There

Me.   But I'm working on it ...

So, here I am, writing another in a long line of introductory posts.  So be it ... folks need to know who you are, right?  I mean, there is a whole lot of blogging going on, and it behooves the smart blogger to state up front what it's all about.  Alfie.

With that in mind, let me say the "t" in "t-Spot" is for transgender, not tea ... although aren't I clever, calling it t-Spot?  I'm a little t-Spot, short and stout ... here is the handle, here is the spout.

Ok, so I'm no comedian ... but I am a transgendered woman, unspecified as to category, and I prefer to keep it that way, thank you very much.  There is far too much reductionism in our "community" for my taste.  Although categories are how we learn, they are also how we exclude and label.

After being away from it the "community" for a couple of decades, I am saddened to find the same old arguments  being . . . argued.  Just how transgendered are you, anyway?  Are you a transsexual, heading toward the promised land, or are you "only" a crossdresser?  Are you pre or post or non?  Are you truly a woman at heart or just a perverted little fetishistic panty wearer?

Ok, so I have issues.  Come explore them with me as I go on this journey from whatever I was before to whatever I am becoming.