We conclude August, 2021, The Year of Sherry, with today’s post and tomorrow’s. I say this, of course, tongue in cheek, but will be celebrating the Year of Sherry for a few more months. We’re also running a Sherry retrospective on the old blog (yes, it’s still up and running) every Sunday for the next month or so. We kid because we love……
I think this is the best and most meaningful narrative I’ve ever written.Sherry Greer
My friend Lori is one of two people who knows about Sherry at work. I documented in Kandi’s blog previously how the two of us went to a fashion show, out to eat, and a drag show. We have talked about what Sherry means to my overall well-being as a person and because of these discussions with her and my other work friend (and a few others) I continue to grow and develop into a person that looks in the mirror and sees a person that they love looking back!
There is a poem called The Man in the Glass. It talks about being happy with the person staring back at you. For the first 50 years of my life I wasn’t happy with the person staring back at me. At age 50 a switch flipped in my head and I started living for me and not what and how society says I should live. This has caused some stress for sure but overall I now am happy with the (wo)man in the glass.
Having too much time on all of our hands recently has allowed me to reflect on many things (Kandi has mentioned the effects of idle minds) about who I am. I recently sent some of the pictures included in this narrative to a mutual friend of mine and Kandi’s who is very involved in the local Plexus organization. She said that my transformation looks so natural and asked if I was Sherry full-time yet. Now remember, my goal everytime I go out is to be 100% passable. I take great strides to perfect the process. I desire that natural conversation with another where there’s no double take and it’s just two women (mostly) talking.
I have enjoyed being hit on by a man not for the sexual sensation but for the affirmation that how I prepare and pay attention to details makes me desirable. Sherry…full-time… that is a question. I don’t think that is in my future. I LOVE being girly, I LOVE what that means, I LOVE that my hair is long and all of the pictures attached have my hair in them, I would LOVE going away for the weekend with cisgendered women like my work friends or my wonderful sister or sister in law and just be another woman out on a girls’ trip.
I also LOVE being a husband, father, son, brother…I would be lost without my wife of 30 years who I knew I loved the first time I saw her walking in the high school hallway. I would be lost without our son who has grown into a hard working and fun loving man. I started this post thinking it was going to be another superficial narrative of my adventure with Lori but it quickly diverted to something deeper.
Kandi often comments that I tell a lot of people about Sherry and I do. I would guess that at least 10-15 friends and relatives know about her. Why do I tell people? I know I’m being repetitive here but this was a defining moment in my life. My idle mind came to the conclusion that for the first 50 years of my life I was the person society said I should be. I remember being cold inside, not wanting to be touched, having little emotion. I was able to love but didn’t love the person in the mirror.
The last four years of my life has been a revelation of sorts, a renaissance into my inner soul. I now love to be touched and hugged and love to reciprocate especially towards my wife. My desire to please my wife has never been higher. Those 10-15 people who know Sherry and my male self know and accept the complete me. I know that these people are my true friends and support group. The poem refers to putting your best forward and being happy and satisfied with that reflection. I sincerely try to do that daily. Every day is not easy but staying positive helps!
Included here are pictures of my couple days with Lori, I think the smile on my face is broader now than it’s ever been.