Did you think I had forgotten about you? Our time together?
Doesn't feel like it's been ten years just about since I started here, let alone fifteen months since I started my hormone replacement therapy. I wish I had started my transition a long time ago, but I doubt it would have made things any better in Florida.
So I left.
Living in Washington DC is a mixed blessing. On one hand, there are plenty of opportunities to pursue a career in aviation. On other, I get a lot of dirty looks. A lot of words thrown around just as harshly and perniciously as the fists that sometimes follow.
It took me twenty years to finally figure out who I am. No one can take that from me, no matter how hard they try to "fix" the issue. Maybe I'll move out to Seattle. I hear it's nicer there for those like me. Then again... I like the conflict in the capital. Knowing I can overcome everyone around me.
Money and power are two things that everyone is after here, but they're not the same. The former gets you a Tesla electric car and an overpriced condo across the river in Crystal City. As for the latter...
Well, I was at a gas station and one of the local gentry, the kind that wear over-sized shirts and have their shorts hanging far lower than they should be, decided to inquire as to the reasons behind my current fashion taste. He was quite eloquent with most refined vernacular such as "f**" and "c**k-sucking shemale". I didn't say anything, not a word, before I reached down and pulled his pants to his ankles in front of all the onlookers. The silence that followed that mirrored my own, yet the shock on their faces from a simple, helpful gesture from gravity and I left there unscathed.
That is power.
I suppose I'm really not so different than you remember. How the time has flown since we were barely past being called children. The gulfs between us measured in years and miles. Parting was such sweet sorrow, but I must admit... It's good to be back.
Nightmare_Schtauffen · Tue Aug 19, 2014 @ 05:02am · 0 Comments |