Just got the Christmas report from TBB.
She achieved her nine year goal. She hosted Christmas dinner with her mother and kids, plus her ex and her brother’s family, who have been estranged from her since she transitioned.
It was a good day.
It just wasn’t enough, though. A pink crescent wrench? No one knows what to buy her.
Today, she is alone again in her house, and feeling the need to throw things out. Those thigh-high boots with the broken zipper? Gone.
But from the back of the closet she dug out the spare pair of thigh-high boots she bought years ago, fresh and neat and ready to go.
And this New Years Eve, well Power TBB is coming out of the closet. Stiletto boots and a mini? Why not? Fuck ’em!
I have seen so many TBB over the last two decades I have known her. Crossdresser, drama queen, transsexual, parent, engineer, organizer, so many roles I can’t name them all. No simple binary for her, ever. A complex and beautiful human, absolutely.
Her story reminded me of the first time I met Virginia, the White Prince of Crossdressers. The Prince wanted to talk about my masculine side and my femme side, but i wanted to talk about all the sides of me. After all, when I was a kid, the first time I knew I was very different was when I saw Jonathan Winters and instantly understood how all those characters lived inside of him.
TBB worked so hard for most of a decade to achieve what she achieved this Christmas, all the family together and happy at Christmas.
Now she gets to keep growing and achieve new things, to find new TBBs, or just let some of the more intense ones fly a little bit.
There must be a lesson there, but I’ll be dammed if I can figure out what it is.