A transsexual walks into a ball park.

[sistawendy]

Or, more accurately, a transsexual walks into a suite at the Mariners for her father-in-law's birthday. Like all functions involving Nibsdad, there were a zillion people whose names I was told but will never remember. Nibstepmother told me she thought it best not to tell everyone who was going to be there (You think?) so I quietly filled her in on the schedule, the work sitch, etc. I didn't get to talk to Nibsdad much, but he's OK with it considering: I did not get thrown over the railing into the 100 level at Safeco Field by short Jews. I found out there that a former business partner of his had a horrific marital experience while trying to transition, so that may be part of the reason why he cut me slack. Are we everywhere, or what?

Confession: I like talking about my transition and myself way too much. Luckily, I have LJ for that.