I love dressing up for High Table-- suits! my favourite!-- but I always forget until right when I sit down that binding + fancy dinner = severely underappreciated food. I get full after, like, three bites. Fortunately, I'm getting canny enough to mostly ignore the appetiser and entree so I can eat all of the dessert :)
Also, after being served champagne, white wine, red wine, and coffee... I need to pee. Ordinarily I love my underworks binding-shirt-attached-to-shorts thing, because it never rolls up and it helps my luscious hips fit into 36-waist pants (often the largest waist carried in stores!) but it is the worst possible thing to be wearing when seized with the sudden urge to pee. Especially when you're also in a suit. It takes too long to get out of everything! I wish I could pee standing up (it has one of those still-vaguely-hilarious penis-flaps); it feels ridiculous to have to get totally naked just to take a piss.
Also also, I can already tell that this is going to turn into a constant stream of I'M TRANS DID YOU KNOW I'M TRANS I USED TO ACT LIKE A GIRL BUT I'M ACTUALLY A BOY I'M TRANS. Which I think is standard post-coming-out procedure, honestly. I was definitely the exact same self-absorbed asshole when I first realised I was interested in women-- it felt like my entire world had shifted and everything suddenly made sense. It was such a huge epiphany it blocked out other thoughts. (And I've definitely watched more than one person do the same thing, and smiled and nodded the whole way through it.)
So, please just smile and nod, My Nonexistent Audience; it's going to take me a while to work through everything. But I'm excited.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
