It is wednesday night and I am definetely , guaranteed alone until tomorrow. Have I dressed, taken umpteen pics or put on makeup? Er, no actually. This may be due to the estrofem, having been to my support group yesterday or something else. If something else could it be Paige on the wane? Again summer 2013 will be the gold test. probably. The breasts are ever so slightly noticeable, which is nice for me but puts up some rather scary questions which were hopefully further away.
Support group last night. As ever too long. Got into a right tizzy over wig and top. Useful I suppose but really unless can put contact lenses and makeup on then do not look good. Again not so good in a group situation. New girl there and wondered how we all looked to her. Once, briefly collided with the young Trans group and thought well this is a bit better, how we should look. Of course we do not. There was a John Sullivan comedy called Dear John about a support group which included an unfeasibly attractive female who would never be in that group. So it is with us I suppose. We are older and real people. We are not thin and pretty. Our needs and hurt is not any less or possibly even greater. Actually the American version could not handle unattractive people at all. Is it a sad group with unhappy people? Very probably yes, do get the sense of real human anguish. Then again would the group, including me in this, be happier if the group did not exist? Easy one, no. There you have it. Sometimes some things can be easily answered.
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