Laine Changes…

“Understanding is deeper than knowledge; There are many people who know you but very few who understand you.”  Laine and i continue to share our story with the intimate details that we do, for the purposes of education, awareness, and understanding.

When this process (I say process because of what I am about to explain here….) began at the beginning of this year, close to 10 months ago, the conversations included a list of details that Laine wanted and didn’t want to include in this transition process. In more than multiple conversations I reminded him to “never say never.”

It started out as social presentation only. The female clothing would go away and he would transition to a closet full of male clothing. Pronouns were uncertain, a name change was far off into the future if ever and HRT was of no interest. (Note: we are 10 months post original conversation….pronouns are all male (he, him, his), his name and gender change has been legal for exactly one month now, and he’s 22 weeks into HRT)

In February, at the mere beginning of this journey, at the HRC Arizona Gala we listened to Dr. Bobbi Lancaster give a speech that left Laine in tears. Dr. Lancaster’s authenticity and honesty were inspiring. I saw something in Laine’s face that night that told me the journey wouldn’t stop at the suit he was wearing that evening, I don’t know if it was hope, or him being honest with himself, but within weeks he went from a long list of “no and never’” to a list full of “yes and maybe.”

One of the first big changes from no to yes was HRT. (Hormone Replacement Therapy…aka: Testosterone; otherwise known in our house as “boy shots”) After researching and reading, Laine decided he did indeed want to follow this path as a part of the journey. This is a medical, life long path. It isn’t one to take lightly. However it is the one that leads to physical changes, the changes that allow Laine to truly present as the man he is. Because of the T, he is growing facial hair, he has developed masculine shoulders and arm muscles, and his overall physical presentation is socially seen and accepted as male.

Top Surgery has always been a must. Even when Laine lingered in the Gender Queer space for just a moment, he has always been adamant about Top Surgery. The boobs, they have to go…his words not mine. Below the belt, that is another story. First, let me tell you, if you don’t know about the surgical options available below the belt, it truly is fascinating the things they can do down there. I have sat through presentations given by surgeons and seen many photographs of the options available…its pretty amazing. If you are curious and have no idea what I am talking about, Google Brownsteincrane.com and check out their website. They do have photographs so plan your web searches accordingly…I’m not certain your boss will be open to your explanation if your web browser history brings up photographs of a metoidioplasty or a phalloplasty during your next shared screen office presentation.

Bottom surgery started out on the “No” list. It has since moved to the “maybe” list. T shots can (and do) change that entire area down there, and it can take a few years of being on T to reach the maximum effects of the T alone. Therefore surgery of any kind (down there) would not happen for a few more years. Currently only the most minor option is on the maybe list, with the most inclusive surgery still on the “No” list. But like I said in the beginning this is a process, each day takes us one more step further ahead on this journey and thoughts change, wants change and needs change along the way.

Just as recently as June, at the Philadelphia Trans Health Conference, multiple vendors had STP (Stand to Pee) and Packers available for sale. We walked up and down the aisles of tables multiple times that week and yet none of those items were appealing to Laine. I offered to stop and look at some with him, questioned if he had any interest. The answer back in June…No, nada, none what so ever. Yesterday he came home to me as excited as a kid in a candy store his eyes all lit up, because he had been searching online and found “THE one.” I didn’t have any idea he was even thinking about this path, so it immediately intrigued me and I didn’t have to think twice about being supportive. We shopped online together and the order was placed. He later told me thank you for being open to placing that order and he was sorry he keeps changing his mind about these things. I reminded him I have told him since day one, never say never and that I knew these list flops from no to yes are expected as this process progresses. I also told him I wont tell him no to any of these changes along this journey, ever…unless he decides he wants a different wife…then we WILL have a discussion! 😉

This process is not one set in stone. It doesn’t have a defined right and wrong path. There is no given order or list of “you MUST do this.” What an individual in transition wants or needs today, might not be the same thing tomorrow. Those of us watching the transition from the outside, have to be open to these changes and these options. They might appear at any time. It isn’t fair to ask someone in transition if they plan to do “X” and then in 3 months if that answer is different, we can’t hold it against them. They aren’t lying to us. They are still figuring this whole journey out, and it is a never-ending process. They have no choice but to be flexible in their thinking and they need us to be flexible in ours. Support what they want and need today and if it changes tomorrow, embrace those changes along with them.

The scent of HIS perfume….

The little glass bottle with the gold spray top has sat on the vanity untouched for over six months now. That is not entirely true, I have moved it long enough to clean the countertop, to wipe the settling dust from the bottle, and return it to the spot it calls home in the collection of perfumes and colognes.

This morning the smallest child entered the master bathroom and demanded she wear a spritz of the amber colored liquid, she wanted to smell good for picture day. Thinking nothing of it, I grabbed the bottle from its resting place, pressed the gold button top until the scent was released into the air and onto her tiny little wrist. With that one push of the button top, she was happy and on her way, and I was immediately thrown back almost 365 days in time.

Its funny to me how something so simple as a familiar scent, can mentally return us immediately to a place in time that we haven’t necessarily forgotten, but we have tucked away for safe keeping. For me that spray of perfume meant September of 2014. It was only a year ago, but it feels like much longer. So much has changed and developed and emerged over the past year, it’s hard to believe it all happened only a short time ago.

I might disclose more truth than I should here, and for that I am sorry to those who may be affected by my words. But this is our story and it’s our reality. There is no reason to hide behind half-truths and guilt. Looking back to the evening we first met in November of 2013, walking into our first Phoenix Pride board meeting, neither of us knew what the future held for us. Neither of us knew joining that board would change our lives in more ways than one. We spent almost 10 months interacting with one another at events, meetings, etc, no differently than we did anyone else. There are key points along the way where we each can look back and put the pieces together now that we couldn’t before…Why am I a fumbling mess in their presence? …How in the world do I remember so many details about that specific meeting or event when I can’t recall something that happened 10 minutes ago half the time? The universe spent those 10 months slowly introducing us to what was yet to come, introducing us a small bit at a time to our fate and happiness.

In September of last year something happened. Call it the stars aligning, call it fate, call it whatever you want, but those “WTF?” moments began to turn into “OMG” moments.

A few weeks from today will mark our “First year” together as being complete. At the time we knew what we wanted but we had no idea how it would all play out. For those of you who know us personally, you know the reality behind it…we were both married to other women at the time. My relationship unhealthy, and Laine’s comfortable, but lacking.

The scent of “his” perfume this morning, put me right back to our beginning. The beginning of our date nights and our late nights, exhausting ourselves just to spend 5 more minutes together. Our endless online chats, falling asleep apart those first few months, yet together, connected only by our typed words and shared music. The widest range of emotions were felt within those few months in the beginning. The excitement and high of being in love, the hurt and the pain of being apart and of navigating our realities of exiting our previous relationships. The “I need you(s)” “I want you(s)” and “I love you(s)” got us through the “what-ifs” and the unknowns.

After navigating and surviving those first few months apart, we moved in together. That is where our life together truly began, even though on the calendar we were already a few months into “US.”  Moving in together meant a new chapter of “US,” along with the beginning of THIS story, the story of “Becoming Laine.”

I know I have stated before that I never felt a loss when “Joyce” made the decision to live authentically as Laine. I never mourned, never felt any negative emotion at all around it. This is because Laine has always been there, just by another name. Those memories that flooded me this morning, thanks to that mist of scented liquid, I may have experienced with “Joyce,” but Laine was right there the entire time beneath the makeup, the clothes bought in the “female” section of the store, and beneath the perfume.

I hope that every time I pick up that little glass bottle, I will be swept back to the beginning, even if just for a moment. I never want to forget how we got to where we are now. The emotions, the moments, the memories we created so early on. I don’t want to forget them and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

The scent reminds me of our dinner dates. Our getaway stays. The Sarah Smith fundraiser. Holiday concerts and Zoolights with the kids. Our first trip to Las Vegas and New Years Eve together. Some of those memories will forever remain the same and others will be built upon. When we travel to Las Vegas in a few weeks for a weekend getaway trip, Laine will pack his cologne and the perfume will remain at home, holding it’s place on the vanity top, until the next time a small child asks for a spritz, or until I have a day where I want to go back to the beginning for just a moment…but only for a moment because as much as I cherish the memories from our past, I enjoy the present and look forward to our future just as much.

“I Thought it Was a Joke!”

It finally happened!!!! This past weekend we were visiting Laine’s mom at her independent living facility. A new resident recently moved in and “Tom” was sitting in the hallway in front of the elevator when we entered the lobby. Mom decided to introduce Laine, and it went down like this…

~ “Tom, this is my daughter Joyce.”

~ Tom looks at Laine, looks at Mom, looks behind Laine to where me and the kids are standing, the three of us patiently waiting to see how this plays out…

~ Tom looks baffled but says something along the lines of “nice to meet you…”

~ Laine gives him a sympathetic “ill explain later look” and we turn the corner.

As I am signing us all of the visitor’s book, I tell Laine he should go put Tom’s mind at ease because that poor man was deeply confused. Mom has wandered off at this point to chat with someone else, so Laine has a clear shot back to Tom. The conversation now develops into this…

~ Laine explains to Tom that he is a transgender man and that Mom doesn’t embrace or accept it.

~ Tom gets it, is very understanding and lighthearted about it and explains to Laine “I thought she (Mom) was playing a joke on me!!!!”

I have the feeling this is going to be an ongoing occurrence with Mom and her incorrect introductions. She refuses to even acknowledge the situation. More often than not in public Laine is getting “Sir-ed” (I’m not certain that is a word, but for sake of this blog post, I’m claiming it!) This happened all of the sudden. Lexie started it at IHOP and from there on everything has been “Sir” and male pronoun usage when others address him. Therefore people are going to start looking at Mom like she might have some screws loose…

Thursday will be 19 weeks of Laine’s “boy shots. Last week was a big week for him! His name change became officially legal on Wednesday, September 2. We then ventured to Social Security and then this week he’ll head to the DMV, which will also include a legal gender marker change. Top Surgery has been confirmed for June 7, 2016. Although the doctor did have opportunities for surgery to happen quicker than that, we had to take life into consideration. We have four kids in school, we are closing on a new house within the first quarter of 2016, and top surgery is going to take us out of state for approximately 9 nights. That is a long time to be away from home. There just isn’t any feasible way to accomplish that with the kids in school and life happening around us. So although it’s frustrating, we decided to wait until the summer time when kids don’t need to be shuffled to and from school, and our 9 nights of being gone won’t affect them as badly.

Physical changes seem to be appearing almost daily lately. His voice has dropped even deeper. In fact his mother, asks EVERY time they speak on the phone, “Did you just wake up?” UGGGHHH. NO MOM! It is 1030 in the morning (or 2 in the afternoon, it doesn’t matter….) we have 4 kids, he did NOT just wake up!! THIS IS HIS VOICE NOW!

Facial hair is starting to appear more and more. It is my obsession to rub my cheek against his and feel the stubble that is beginning to appear. He laughs at me when we are in good lighting and I am very clearly analyzing the stubble growth.

His backside…it deflated almost overnight. I went to give him a shot a few weeks back and I had to re-train myself where to stick the needle. The original cheek curve has gone flat and certainly taken on more of a male shape.

In other news of our lives, our house is finally in the building process. They sent an email last week letting us know all permits have been approved and that we would see definite activity within the next few weeks… is a slow process for the impatient!

The wedding planning has come to a hurry up and wait point. All vendors have been chosen and/or secured. Now we just need attire and the fine details. September 24 begins the dress shopping adventure, the first appointment has been confirmed. Only 390 days to go…remind me again why we thought waiting forever (ok 16 months) from the day we got engaged was a great idea??? I know there are 15 other things happening between now and then, but geeze 390 days sounds really far away! Benefit of waiting this ridiculous amount of time…we get to plan it the way we want it, and ensure it is a perfect day. Our day!

Let’s Marvin Gaye Get It On….

**Insert disclaimer here…if sex makes you squeamish, if you are underage, if you don’t want to know the TMI this post might include, stop reading now. Just close this post and move on to the next one…although I intend to keep it clean and informative, yet non-descriptive, I am also going to keep it honest. Might I also add, this is MY experience, I speak for me and me only, and I’m guessing you are reading because you are at least a little bit curious.

Laine has been on testosterone for 13 weeks, or rather three months as of today. (Yes, do the math, there are 52 weeks in a year, and so although there are 4 weeks in a month, there are technically 13 weeks in three months…we pick up an additional week in there somehow, just go with it.) Over the past three months, do you know what our one transitional issue has been? Sex. No joke. I’ve mentioned before that I have a high drive overall. However I am still human. There are days I didn’t sleep well the night before or I am overtired for any number of reasons, so I crawl into bed and want to crash. Laine crawls into bed and the testosterone has been flowing all day…this makes for interesting evenings from time to time.

When you are given the informational sheet by the doctor upon beginning hormonal therapy, you will find it slipped into an “effects of” list that testosterone heightens your drive…but no one wants to discuss the fact that your drive will literally consume you. Trust me when I say this, I am engaged to a 52 year old 14 year old. There is no benefit what so ever to having a conversation while wearing my bra and panties while I’m mid process of getting dressed for the day…the conversation itself goes right out the window because he is focused on the way the bra cups my breast. I could potentially tell him I sold my kidney on the black market, used the money to buy a Porsche and I’m painting the house pink with glitter accents…he’d probably agree to all of it because all he heard was “boobs, boobs, boobs.” Don’t let anyone tell you that the sex drive might be “slightly affected” by the testosterone…the fact is, the damn drive skyrockets, and as a couple, we have to learn to navigate that.

Every blog, article, website, etc. regarding FTM transition has this question listed within it somewhere…How do you have sex with a Trans* Man?…and yet no one really ever answers it. I have yet to find an answer that didn’t include “the same way you do” or “do I ask you about your bedroom antics?” I get it; trust me I do…but people are curious. Let me correct that, SOME people are curious, others are just naïve. (“What do you mean you don’t need a biological male with a birth given penis and a biological female with a birth given vagina to have sex??!!!”) (MIND BLOWN!)

Fact is there is not ONE way to have sex. Sex should be fun and creative no matter who you are crawling into bed with. Be honest with yourself, the same position every time…there is no fun in that, am I right? That being said, use your imagination…and your hands, and your mouth and your toys…am I getting my point across??

Being intimately involved with a Trans*Man for me is both a mental and physical experience. We as a couple have to throw sex-ed norms out the window and figure this shit out on our own. What works? What doesn’t? What used to feel good yesterday might not feel good two days post shot, but tomorrow it might feel magical once again. (Testosterone does affect the junk, and I wont go into detail here, you have Google for that…for the purpose of this post you need to know it does change things down there.)

Identifying as a Pansexual individual, I have been intimate with both biological male and biological females in the past. Laine is the first trans*man (in medical transition) that I have been intimate with, and for me it’s the best of both worlds. What I have noticed during this experience, when compared to hetero-normative sex, is there is no room for laziness. I’m not certain laziness is really the word I need here, so let me explain….in biological hetero intimacy, you have birth given penis, birth given vagina, you both go at it until the end when you both end up satisfied within a few minutes of one another (at least if you are doing it right…if that isn’t happening you might want to Google a few other things while you are scrolling through informative internet websites….just saying) and then everyone rolls over and goes to sleep (or makes a sandwich or whatever it is you do after full satisfaction.) Intimacy with a trans*man involves so much more than penis and vagina. There are bodies, hands, mouths, toys, (combined together I personally find it much more intimate, emotional and personalized than hetero-normative sex EVER was!) But what this also means is achieving a joint satisfaction is more of a challenge because typically there is physical stimulation for one or the other but rarely both at the same exact time, unless you are really working for it. Which means you either have to put in that extra effort to find that bliss at the same exact moment together, or you have to take turns, which means partner #1s sandwich grabbing has to wait…either way there is no room for laziness.

Hop aboard the Crazy Train…next stop…Floral Department.

I have so much to say and so many things to talk about (no joke, I keep a running list so I wont forget) yet when I sit down here to write I always struggle with the same issue…how to get it all from my head to this screen. I don’t even know where to start after busy weeks like this past one.

The big news regarding Laine’s transition is that he officially filed his application for a name change with the court. We have to wait until Wednesday when we can call and get his court date. Although the process is a headache (2-3 trips downtown to file papers, appear in court; then a trip to SS office and the DMV after we get the paperwork post-court appearance, not to mention changing legal name on every account, document, etc. that currently exists under current birth name) it will be worth it in the end. He is also getting the necessary doctors/therapist letters so he can change his gender marker at the same time. This is yet another big step in this process, and a very exciting one.

Due to the fact that Laine and I are who we are, we didn’t think his transition, planning our wedding and daily life in general was enough going on currently, so we decided in the middle of it all, we should also build ourselves a new home. Well, WE aren’t building anything, but we are having a house built. We have spent the past two weeks running numbers, looking at our design center options, moving wants and needs around so all the numbers fit into the budget, and yesterday we went to the design center to pick paint colors, cabinets and fixtures. The house will take approximately 5-6 months to build so we aren’t moving until after the new year, and we aren’t going far…only about 7 minutes northwest of our current house. I have never been through this process before so I am like a kid on Christmas morning…Laine had built his previous home, so he has some prior experience. What is most important to me personally is that this house is OURS…we are designing it the way we want it (and in that design process we are again reminded just how much we belong together…for example we walked into a room of 9 different exterior color schemes and both immediately picked the same one…even the salesman was shocked how easy that process was for us!!) Currently the “house” is a plot of dirt…but soon it’s going to be our home. I’ll keep you updated on the progress.

For anyone who has bought a home, you know the paperwork is extensive. Sign this, initial that…and guess what it all has to be done in a legal name. So for us that meant “coming out” to the homebuilder. When we initially looked at the models, Laine introduced himself as “Laine.” But when it came time to begin paperwork, it had to be clarified as to what name needed to be on the forms. Since the salesman and I had already began a texting chain, which contained his answers to our 15000 questions (Thank you Jason, you have been amazing!) we decided the simplest way would be to toss the information in a text to him since he was writing up our paperwork. He was very receptive to the information I gave, and continued to utilize preferred name only face to face, even though all paperwork is in legal name. (Kudos for that as well….if anyone wants to be our neighbor, ask for Jason!) The design center experience went just as well yesterday, the decorator (Jeanne) utilized “Laine” without question. Thus far Garrett Walker Homes gets my vote for their diversity skills!!!

As far as wedding planning goes…we have a date, a venue, a photographer and a caterer all confirmed. Only 439 days to go… I say “only” facetiously…it feels like forever away. I am extremely confident in the vendors we have chosen so far. We still need a DJ, but we have a contact we are scheduling a meeting with, and a florist. (Plus attire, etc.) We did have one florist appointment, but we both checked out within minutes of being in that meeting. This woman was certifiably nuts, I’m fairly certain…I don’t even know how to explain her here so you all can understand. Because of her high-strung nuttiness, she was NOT a good fit for us upon immediate impression, however we didn’t want to be rude and walk out, so this experience became something to laugh about, and that we did.

The meeting began with us introducing ourselves to coo-coo bird. Although introduced as “Laine” she insisted on calling him “Laine-E” Now I understand if she had read it on paper and wasn’t sure of pronunciation, but no, we verbally introduced ourselves. She just chose to alter his name, and she used it every chance she got. We sit at the desk (but this wasn’t a calm and collected have a seat moment…there was much energy and spastic activity going on) and she asked if he wanted a bouquet or boutonniere. Ok, thank you for asking, here is where I stepped in and explained the transition process in very little but informative detail. So right after I get done saying “he” “him” and “by the time of the wedding in 15 months the male features will be much more obvious” she begins filling out the contact form for a quote. She scratches out “Groom” and writes “Laine.” I’m done at this point. Laine is trying not to burst into laughter because he can see my agitation and he checked out the moment we met this nut case. I’m squeezing his hand under the table and I can’t make eye contact with him because we both will break out in giggling laughter if we do. This woman blows through a picture book of flowers, points out random stuff, I’m not really following because I already know my answer, “Thanks but no thanks.” I’m beyond overwhelmed by the spastic energy, I’m irritated that the paperwork has become “Bride and Laine” and all I want to do is kick Laine under the table because every time crazy lady says or does something I can see him out of the corner of my eye and he’s making me want to loose it with laughter like a kid in the back of a classroom. Needless to say, this was a quick appointment, we will not be using this vendor and we have an appointment with another floral vendor next week. Hoping that one has a bit less crazy involved.

Assumptions make an A** out of U!

WHEN DOES THE MISGENDERING STOP??? This isn’t a rhetorical question, so if you are reading this and you have an answer, please comment here or on my facebook posting…it’s making me crazy. Maybe it isn’t my place to be so worked up over it, Laine doesn’t seem to be, in fact he has to remind me to breathe in these moments…but it seriously makes me crazy. I know I am jaded, as I see him for who he is, and to me that is male. He, him, his. I expect everyone else to do the same and yes I know that is unrealistic only 8.5 weeks into hormone treatment, but I can see the changes, why cant other people???? (He is shaving every 3 days to keep the mustache growth under control…that is pretty quick progress if you ask me!)

I’m not talking about friends and family either, I understand that is a process…for those people that have known him as “she” for years, months, or even weeks prior to transition, I get it. It takes 3 days to create a habit and 21 days to break one. For those who personally know him, it is a process, and you all have been wonderful about making the necessary adjustments and correcting your pronouns when appropriate. (Except for my future mother in law, but I’ve already explained that situation…to date there are no changes.)

I am referring to the general public. Those who have no idea who Laine is or what pronoun he goes by. We as a society make way too many assumptions in life. Waitresses at any given restaurant “Have a nice day ladies!” (I want to respond with “Thanks I will, and HE would too if you used the proper pronouns!!”) Greeters within the antique stores in Palm Springs…PALM SPRINGS…one of the LGBT capitals of America…but again, the T is excluded there and if you are not a gay man then you MUST be a lesbian couple and therefore Laine MUST be a butch lesbian, who happens to be wearing a clearly visible pendant around his neck of the Trans* symbol. Pretty sad when our own community needs some 101 training on the basics, what does that symbol mean again?

If I ran the country, (hmm that’s a scary thought) I would require all customer service related job fields to be trained in gender-neutral pronouns, or communication that excludes pronouns. “Have a great day!” would be sufficient, drop the “ladies” from the end of that. Everyone needs to quit making assumptions. (Of course this would be beneficial in all aspects of life I do believe…most assumptions tend to land everyone in more trouble than not.) While we are in the process of training society about proper pronoun use, we’ll also be renovating every public restroom into a gender-neutral facility. No more “pants and capes” on the door. No “M or W” on the shiny little plaque. Just individual single stall bathrooms that are open to everyone. (#Puskar2016)   Just Kidding…but only about the election hashtag, the rest I am drop dead serious about, society needs to make some changes.

One of the best ways to push for changes is to educate. That is part of the reason we tell our story so openly; although this is a very personal and private process, we invite you all in to experience it with us. People are curious and they have questions. If you think about how we learn as children it involves about 400 questions per day…why stop as adults? If the answer to your question will help you better understand something you are unfamiliar with, then ask the question in a respectful manner. There is very little information for public consumption surrounding personal experiences with this process. There are even less options for the experience of partners like myself. That is why Monday morning I completed a Skype interview with Elspeth Brown, a researcher out of Toronto. She is focusing her study on historicizing the experiences of the partners of Trans*men, specifically those who were with their partner before and during transition. Her goal is to document our stories and get them written down.

If you happen to be reading this and are a partner of an FTM individual and you two were together pre-transition and then during transition, or know someone who is (and this is NOT just for the cis-gender females either, it is for any partner of a Trans*man, no matter how you identify) check out her website at:

http://www.elspethbrown.org/page/transpartners-project

Her email address is located on the page where you can contact her if you are interested in being a part of the study and sharing your own story regarding your partner’s transition. (It’s all done using anonymous alias’) She also has a fabulous list of resources on her page for partners of FTM individuals, or anyone looking for more information on the process in general.

A Dose of Our Reality…

We took last week off from reality and spent a few days just being together. We labeled it our “Engagement-moon” and escaped to Palm Springs for 4 days. Our road trip consisted of antique shopping (specifically looking for certain items to be utilized within the wedding), time in the pool, eating in, dining out, a few bottles of wine, and one on one time with minimal distractions. It was nice to just get away and relax without any of life’s disruptions.

Don’t get me wrong, I love our life and I would not trade it for anything, and that includes all its disruptions, but some days it is nice to take a true vacation and escape from the schedule and the chaos. Have I ever explained the details of our chaos here? I’m fairly certain I have not so let me give you a glimpse of our daily life.

The day starts around 5:30 am. By “starts” I mean one of the six (yes you read that correctly, SIX) dogs begins barking or howling to be let outside. Once one begins, they all feel it is necessary to chime in, just in case we didn’t hear the single crier.

I typically take on the task of the first to roll out of bed to answer these demands to be let outside. Stumbling half asleep down the hallway, I attempt to avoid stubbing my toe on one of the two pet gates that divide the hall way from the living room and the living room from the kitchen. Everyone is let out into the morning air and stumble back to bed hoping to catch one more hour of sleep. Typically by this point Laine is also at least partially awake and we cuddle up for our last hour of snuggle time.

6:30 rolls around and one of the six, (usually the daschund) begins their morning bark-fest at the neighbor who works out in his backyard bright and early. The others of course join in and since we don’t want the neighborhood to hate us, Laine takes this turn at getting up and bringing the pack back inside. On a weekday, this is about the time Laine then heads to the shower to get ready for work. On Thursdays, this is shot time, which means I roll out of bed too. On a weekend, he returns to bed and hides deep under the covers.

Sometime within the next thirty minutes of the morning, 1-4 of the kids wander out of bed and down the hall to find the TV. (Unless it is a school day, but currently they are on Summer Vacation.) Their noise mixed with the TV noise, prompts the bird (an Indian Ringneck) to begin his fire alarm impersonations. I originally bought this bird under the impression that he would talk, sing and mimic sounds.   The only thing this bird has ever copied (and repeats daily) was the smoke detector the ONE time it was set off by a child dropping something into the burner pan and making the kitchen a bit smokey. My personal recommendation if you value your eardrums, skip the bird.

Laine is ready for work by this point, and depending upon his schedule for the day, we might get to share a moment for a cup of coffee before he leaves for the day. While he goes off to work, I stay home with the kids. I attempt to keep the house in some type of order and keep the laundry from overflowing (there are SIX of us in the house, that equates to two loads per day on average.) I also work on my part time job and any volunteer work I might be involved in on any particular day.

After work hours, Laine returns home and helps me with any tasks that may not have been completed during the day because a child needed a few extra moments of attention or the hours just ran short. We cook and serve dinner around 6, eating around the table as a family. On most evenings after dinner, Laine messes around in the back yard, he claims it is therapeutic. Typically myself and at least the youngest two children find our way outside to join him, which results in Laine forgetting about his goal of yard work and instead playing with the girls. There have been tricycle races, chalkboard creations on the back wall, and bug hunts. The other night he ran laps around the yard pushing the girls in their ride on car. Their laughter and his willingness to be a goof ball in order to prompt that laughter makes my entire day in those few moments.

The day wraps up with an 830 “ready for bed time.” There are teeth to be brushed, pajamas to be found and books to be read. The chaos ends around 9pm when kid lights go out and then it is “our time.” We get to spend just a few hours of quiet time together before we call it a night and lay down in one another’s arms, hoping to get some sleep before it starts all over again tomorrow.

Sticks and Stones May Break Some Bones, but Words Can Break Your Heart

Yesterday I sat on the couch, in the living room of my future Mother-In-Law, whom I call by her first name but for the sake of this blog I refer to her simply as “Mom.” This has become an every Sunday ritual since December, when Laine moved his mother out of his home and into an independent living facility. (When you read that, don’t think Nursing Home, because it is NOT. This place is like the Ritz Carlton of independent living. They cook full meals for you, clean your apartment, there are social outings, game and movie nights, special events, they chauffeur you to the store, doctor’s appointments, Starbucks, etc. If I met the age requirement I would sign up for this place, no joke!) Every Sunday we visit mom, take her to lunch and make sure she has a minor stock of groceries in the pantry. (If I told you the weekly list you wouldn’t believe it, lets just say in the case of an apocalypse, she will be able to survive quite a long time on bread and jelly.)

A lot of people reading here might know that Laine is the primary caretaker for his mom, but I am fairly certain only a small few of you fully “get it” so let me start by explaining this part of the story. When Laine’s dad passed away, he made Laine promise to always take care of mom, and Laine has upheld that promise because Dad’s wishes mean everything to Laine. Initially that meant mom lived in Laine’s home and was underfoot 24/7. This arrangement was not ideal for a multitude of reasons, but it worked for a period of time. When Laine made key changes in his life last year, the decision to move mom into her own space was one of those necessary changes. This lightened some of the load on Laine and allowed him to return to HIS life for the most part.

From my personal point of view, I can’t imagine how 9 years of cohabitating allowed for any functioning. Within weeks of being together, mom was calling Laine at 12:15 at night, at quite the inopportune moment, asking WHY his car was not in the driveway. Please keep in mind here I am talking about fall of 2014, NOT 1979…Laine was 51 at the time! Along with incidents like this, Sunday morning happens once every 7 days, like clockwork.   And like clockwork I see the effects…

The alarm goes off at 8am, and it begins…. coffee, shower, get dressed, and hope to goodness Laine picks up the phone to make the call before it rings at exactly 9:15 when mom wakes up from her morning nap (don’t ask.) The call always consists of the same (what time will you be here?) (It’s the same every week, approx. 11am) a brief grocery list (also the same every week) and her restaurant request for lunch (which varies between three options.) Then we continue to ready ourselves, and the kids, and get out the door by 10am, Laine stressing the entire process. His whole self is shut down and unrecognizable, except I have come to recognize him on these days, it’s his Sunday mood and I know and accept this now.

We arrive by 11, and if we are even a few minutes late the phone is ringing and will continue to do so until it is answered. (Where are you?) This only stresses Laine out more.

We pick mom up, head to lunch, accomplish groceries or errands and return to her apartment. Here we have time to pass, as mom gets slightly huffy if we leave early, although she typically entertains herself on her iPad while we pretend to watch whatever she has put on the TV.

Yesterday the two youngest children were with us. They were playing on the floor in front of us and Laine and I were sitting on the couch. I’m uncertain HOW the conversation started but I tuned in immediately when I heard mom using “Joyce” and “girl” while talking to the 5 year old. The child was using Laine, he and boy appropriately. Mom was arguing with the child!

Mom has been difficult on this topic since day one. As I addressed in another post, Laine has told her multiple times that he is man. Mom pushes back with “I gave birth to a girl” and refuses to address him as Laine. Even with all the children utilizing proper pronouns and name, mom won’t cave. Now here she is arguing with our 5 year old about it. REALLY??!?!?!! The kid gets it. The kid isn’t caving, and fortunately knows and understands as much as possible for a child her age.

Listening to this exchange, which we ended by signaling to the child she is correct and to let it go for now, gave me two things to think about. The first one being I cannot WAIT for the day we are in public and Laine has definitive facial hair (which is beginning to grow in areas already btw!!!) and mom introduces him as her daughter (which she likes to do.) The individual on the other end of this conversation is going to think mom is certifiably nuts!

My other thought came about as I listened to mom’s words while I sat on that couch. I watched Laine and the affects they had on him (which I bet he might try to deny, but I can read him, and I caught them.) Laine is a 52-year-old man. He is a grown adult, he has a successful career, he has a fiancé, we have kids, and we have a solid life. When mom sat there (this time and any other time in the past) and repeatedly stated, “SHE is a GIRL” “HER name is JOYCE” “You are NOT a man” “I DON’T have a son, I have a daughter” those words affected Laine. A 52 YEAR OLD ADULT, cut down at the knees by his mother, someone who should unconditionally love him…now imagine the impact of those words on a 15 year old youth, who can’t walk out of mom’s apartment and put her words aside for another week. A youth who is going through the same transition Laine is going though, the ups and downs, the emotional impact and sometimes struggle, the transition that requires support from others…and they have no choice but to repeatedly hear those words from their parent, meanwhile knowing how THEY feel and WHO they ARE! It frustrates and angers me to watch the impact these interactions have on Laine, someone I want to protect and whom I love so deeply. It breaks my heart to think about the impact an interaction similar to this must have on a youth.

This journey is emotional enough as it is. Parents, guardians, family should not be the ones making it any more difficult. I understand that they might not always understand, but they need to at least be cognizant of their words and the impact they can have. If they don’t understand, they should seek to change that, ask questions, join a support group, talk to the individual with an open mind and just for a minute put themselves aside. We are constantly telling the individual in transition “It is not always about you…” but those of us not on the journey need to remember it sure as hell is not always about us either! A mother’s words have the ability to push their child too far into that dark space. A father who refuses to recognize his daughter for who she is because she was labeled male at birth, has the ability to literally kill her with his words.

No wonder the homelessness and suicide rates are so high among the LGBTQ youth. If a woman, who relies solely on her adult child as her primary caregiver, can speak to that adult child in the way mom speaks to Laine, I can’t even imagine the interaction between an unsupportive mother and an underage youth. I can squeeze Laine’s hand and comfort him to remind him I am right there beside him and that mom’s words are unimportant and don’t change who he is. I can remind him that he doesn’t need her approval to be WHO he is because he is 52, grown, and she has NO grasp on his life. What I can’t do is make the words and the pain they cause go away.   I can only do my best to counteract them, and then we’ll start all over again next week, because he promised Dad he would.

I can’t hug every individual who has had to face the damaging words from a family member and remind them that they do matter. I can’t give them each a space to be WHO they truly are, although I wish I had that ability and capacity. For anyone who might read this and is dealing with those words of non-acceptance, please know you DO matter. YOU are perfect as whomever you are, however you identify. You are loved and you are YOU whatever that looks like. Please don’t doubt yourself. I have heard the words from the outside and I watch the impact, and if they hurt to watch from out here, I can’t even imagine what they feel like in there.

Different Paths….Similar Stories

I feel that when I come here to write, it should be focused on some major event, deep thoughts or a really good “guess what happened today” story. However those things don’t happen daily and the fact is, our lives are really no different than yours. We are two adults raising 4 children and creating a life together. We have work, volunteering, pets, ups, downs, a wedding to plan, bills to pay and at some point we eat and sleep. The fact that we have to take an extra 5 minutes out of every Thursday morning to give Laine a shot of testosterone, is only a very minor factor in a world full of normal chaos.

That being said, I haven’t been here in a few days…did you miss me? (Bulgaria I’m fairly certain YOU did.) Life has been crazy this past week, or rather life has been normal. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, no major life changes took place, yet we haven’t really sat down all week.

We arrived home from Philly on Sunday evening. Within 2 hours, 2 of the 4 children arrived back home. By 7 am Monday morning, all 4 were reunited. Keep in mind this is summer vacation at our house, so there is consistently someone who is bored, whiny or being tortured because they are asked to take out the trash.

Laine returned to work on Monday morning, and my part time job required max hours this week. Between kids and work, I am also devoting massive hours to organizing the Phoenix Pride Silent Auction for the upcoming Gala. What I’m saying is, life cuts into my writing time. 🙂

After being at the conference in Philly last week, I walked away with a few thoughts. First major thought…Laine definitely made the right choice in surgeons. We sat through multiple presentations by multiple surgeons from all over the country. Dr. Curtis Crane presented the very last surgical presentation we attended. We went into the presentation already scheduled with his office for an August consultation. We walked out 110% certain this will be the only consultation we need and will be able to move forward from there without consulting with any other doctors. His professionalism, yet welcoming humor and personality eases this process for the patient and their support providers. His process (NO DRAINS!!!) is his specialized and perfected technique, which is proven to successfully shorten the pain and healing time. His extensive training shows through in his presentation and in the photos of his work. (Yes, this is a huge benefit of attending a conference like this where multiple doctors present themselves.) After the presentation we introduced ourselves to his business partner Dr. Satterwhite, the Dr. that Laine’s phone consult is scheduled with. For dinner that evening we went to Hard Rock, and guess who was seated at the table next to us…Dr. Crane and Dr. Satterwhite. Upon leaving the restaurant I interrupted his dinner (Sorry Sir!!) to thank him for an awesome presentation and for putting so many of Laine’s questions at ease even before his one on one consult. He stood up and shook both our hands and didn’t even mind that I caught him right in mid-bite of salad.

One of the most impactful workshops for me was presented by Denise Maynard. She presented a workshop for partners of Trans* individuals. This type of workshop is a minority at the conference, but she did it and she did it well. I only wish it was a double block or a part one, part two, two day workshop. She begins by telling her story about her partner transitioning (FTM) and how it impacted her life. There is some minor small group conversation and then it turns into a Q&A open conversation for anyone who wants to speak.

As partners, we have to transition throughout this process too. Some of us handle that transition easier than others. There are a variety of ups and downs, many of those within the same day, or even within a few hours of one another. As we discussed in the workshop, it is similar to raising a child. The hormone treatments cause parallel puberty effects, the changes in some cases are like starting over with a newborn, in which you don’t know what to do, because they don’t come with an instruction manual. You have no choice but to dive in headfirst and hope you know how to swim.

I listened to many other partners speak; I believe they were all cisgender women, but their partners were a mix of MTF and FTM. A few of them were still very angry, and for some it has been awhile since their partner began this process. They felt betrayed, hurt, and grieved a loss of who their partner was prior to beginning this journey. I sat and listened to the anger in their stories and I almost felt guilty. I never went through this phase with Laine’s transition. I was never angry with him, never felt like he lied to me, never felt the loss the others spoke of. Is this wrong of me? I don’t know. But I can’t force myself to feel something I don’t.

I attribute this lack of negative emotions to the fact that his transition began so near to the beginning of our relationship. Yes, we knew each other for almost a year prior to becoming a couple, but we truly got to KNOW one another when I started asking those questions (see the“Becoming Laine post). The changes I saw within him almost immediately once this journey began, left no room for any feeling of loss. I truly feel I didn’t suffer a loss, in fact I only gained the REAL Laine. I gained the person he has been all along and no one has ever allowed him TO be. I have no reason to feel any sense of loss, because since that day he came out to me, it has been an every growing mountain of authenticity and of him giving himself fully to me in every way possible without any holding back, no hesitation. I have seen the changes within him and his level of happiness and confidence is so much greater than before, I can’t imagine him NOT being on this journey.

So no, I didn’t experience any grief or loss throughout this process. Is it wrong, I don’t know, but it’s my path and for me it is right. Am I saying others are incorrect in their paths when they DO suffer that feeling of loss or grief; Of course not!! We all have different stories to tell. We all process things differently and deal with emotions in very different ways. For those partners who were sitting in that room and expressing their anger, I’m certain they found comfort in others who have gone through the journey on a similar path. I found comfort in the stories of anger of strangers mis-gendering one’s transitioning partner. (A huge pet peeve of mine and it’s good to know I’m not alone.) I related to the stories of dealing with the transitioning partner’s hormonal mood swings where one minute you want to kill them and the next you want to throw yourself in front of a moving train to protect them if that’s what it takes. I am almost certain everyone in that room related to at least one other person’s story in some way, shape of form.

That is why I tell our story here. If this story, OUR story, impacts just one other person…if one other individual can relate and it makes a difference in their world, then I have been successful. One day you will come here to read this blog and you will leave with a feeling that you are not alone. Someone in this world, (maybe you personally know Laine or me, and maybe you don’t) shares a similar piece of your story, no matter how large or small. When you leave with that feeling I hope you will remember how it feels to not feel so alone in this great big world and then maybe you too will tell your story, in whatever format that looks like, and you can pass on that feeling to someone else.

“Excuse me SIR, would you like a drink?”

We made it to Philadelphia! I’m fairly certain this is one of the most trans* advanced cities in the U.S. Today City Hall raised the Trans* Flag for the first time in city history, how cool is that??? Not to mention they have a city ordinance in place that includes gender protection and they are working diligently with their local police department to implement and uphold policies for interacting with the Trans* community.  That being said, even with as forward moving as they are, they still face the same issues as the rest of the country, a Trans-woman was murdered here just last month. There is still so much work to be done, it inspires and exhausts me all at the same time.

The keynote speakers today were powerful. The youth speaker reminded everyone in the room that we each have a story and every story counts. The main keynote, Tiq Milan a transman from GLADD….amazing!   Enough said. I don’t even know where to start with explaining the words of this man. He touched on the fact that although Caitlyn Jenner is a wonderful individual, Caitlyn is not the norm for mainstream Trans-women. The majority of trans-women don’t have access to the best surgeons and even if they did, they don’t have access to the funds to pay them. Caitlyn might get the conversations started within the media, but it is up to the mainstream community to normalize these conversations and make them realistic and true to life.

Not going to lie, I am in the minority here at this conference. As a cis-gender female, I had a brief moment where I thought, “Do I belong here? Is this ok, or am I invading a sacred space?” But when Tiq talked about telling our stories and utilizing social media as a very powerful tool to do so, Laine squeezed my hand and gave me that look that said “He’s talking to you!” My thought of “Do I belong here?” immediately dissipated and I reminded myself that as a SOFFA and an Ally, I am a part of this too. If Laine’s story though my eyes can impact just one individual, then I have made a difference by documenting his story.

The last workshop of the day focused on changing legal documents. I don’t know if you have ever thought about how many legal documents you might have that contain your name and/or gender, but when you write them all down, there is more than a handful. In order to change anything, you must begin with an official court order. This takes time and money. Every state is different but in AZ it will cost over $300 to file the court application. After appearing in court on whatever date the court assigns him, (which could take a few months depending on their availability) and presenting his case as to WHY he wants his name changed, Laine will receive an official court order of name change. From there he goes to the MVD with his court order and a letter from his doctor, at which point he can then change both his name and gender marker on his drivers license. Keep in mind the MVD must be done at least 2 days after the SS Office, but no more than 10 days after he receives the court order, so he’s working on a tight timeline. Once these items are completed he can continue on to update his passport, bank accounts, credit cards, and any other documents in which his name and gender appear.

The thought of all the steps involved in this process is a bit overwhelming, but when you break it down it becomes manageable if you take it one step at a time. I have to remind him of this and remind him I am here to help him through this process. We’ll conquer it together and before he knows it everything will be legal and there wont be any more explaining the double names or why the gender marker doesn’t match his presentation.

On this topic, yesterday was a pretty cool day for Laine when it came to travel. During the TSA check-in, the agent did a double take, trying to figure out why the “F” on the driver’s license didn’t match the male presentation. (Photo has been updated but the gender marker comes with a name change, which is as I outlined above, is a process we plan to begin as soon as we return from Philly.) Getting onto the plane, the airline attendant who was scanning boarding passes was calling everyone by Mr. or Mrs. and then their last name. When it was Laine’s turn, the attendant saw his legal (female) name on the document, saw his male presentation, and then skipped the pronoun completely and just utilized his last name. This made us laugh as we walked down the ramp to board the plane. While on the plane, the flight attendant came by to offer drinks and used “Sir” when referring to Laine. We both got overly giddy by this…if only the attendant had been a waitress, there would have been a $100 tip in it for her!

At only 5 weeks (today) on ‘T’ the physical changes are becoming more apparent to the general public. Even though I know there are days he feels like the changes are taking forever to appear, looking back over the past 5 weeks I can see the changes already taking place and I know he sees them too. Before we know it we’ll be headed to San Francisco for Top Surgery, a stranger referring to him as “Sir” will no longer make us giddy but instead become the norm, and I’ll certainly be pestering him to shave his “manstache” in order to save my own face from scruff burn when he kisses me. 🙂