Thirty Days Hath September

Which is another way of saying I have video!  Enjoy!

 

And the new helmet.

Three Years Down the Road

Anything interesting happen to you on this day, Cassidy?

Why, I’m glad you asked…

7 July, 2014, I headed out to Sterling, NJ, to see a doctor.  Actually, I was seeing her for the second time in two weeks because I’d had an initial consultation with her at the end of June.  This time I wasn’t going back for a check up, or for another consultation, or to even discuss possible medical options.

I was going there to get a shot.

As many of you know, during May of 2014 I decided to take a big step in my transition and get on the Estradiol train.  As Kerry can now tell you, Estradiol is the primary hormone found in that soup known as estrogen and it’s the most powerful of the lot.  You start taking that and before you know it, your body starts heading off down Girl Street.  And that was where I wanted to head, so the time came that in order to go that way I had to find a doctor.  Which I did.  In New Jersey.

And three years ago today I received my first injection.

It was really kind of interesting to watch her, my doctor, go through the steps I’d need to follow in order to inject myself in the leg.  I watched, I learned, and I sat there while I got the needle in the leg.  It was a life changing experience, it really was, and I was in sort of a daze all the way on the two-hour drive back to Harrisburg.

And since some of you don’t remember what I was like back there, here’s a reminder.

Man… I have a hard time believing I was this person.

 

Yep, that was me right after I returned home, fraying wig, old glasses, and bushy eyebrows to complete the look.  At this point in my life I was still going to work as “that other guy” and the next day I dressed like the person I used to pretend I was and headed off to work.

Only I was a little different.  And I’d get more different every day.

Two weeks later I had to return to my doctor’s office for another injection, only this time I was required to do the injection.  Which I did.  My doctor told me at the time that she expected me to get it right the first time because she knew I would.  I’m glad I didn’t let her down.

And that brings me to this point in time.  Three years later, I’m pretty happy with myself.  I’ve worked on a political campaign, I’ve marched against the Orange Menace, I’ve gotten more left and aware, and I’ve joined roller derby.  Oh, and I’m still writing after all these years.

Plus, I certainly look a lot better now than I did three years ago.

Yeah, I’m almost quite the looker right after rolling out of bed.

 

I don’t know what’s ahead.  Three years from now I’ll be 63 and likely doing much of the same things I’m doing now.  Maybe I’ll be published by then–maybe not.  Maybe I’ll have competed in a derby game–maybe not.  Maybe I won’t even be here–maybe not.

I don’t know:  I’m not Deanna so I can’t see the future.  All I can do is live from one moment to the next and hope for the best.

And when my fourth anniversary rolls around I’ll talk about it and shoot another picture of myself, just so I know what I look like.

Though I look a little strange when I’m shot through a dirty lens.

 

Home From the Hio

Let me tell you, this weekend has bit a lot of an adventure.

It’s no secret where I was:  I headed off to the Wilds of Ohio–specifically an area just south of Youngstown, OH–so I could watch my roller derby team take on the local team there.  I took my camera and video camera and my tripod–which I left behind at the hotel but I’m having shipped back to me–so I snapped up a lot of stuff.  A lot of that got explained in this intro video:

 

Now, we didn’t do as well as hoped.  We lost by a pretty good margin.  But they all looked good in the teams shot after:

 

 

And even better when we went out for dinner.

 

I discovered something about myself, too.  Since we were rooming four women to a room I had to share a queen sized bed with someone else.  They said at one point I stared swearing in my sleep.  Not talking:  swearing.  They said first I made a strange sound and then went, “Well… shit,” then mumbled a bit later and clearly said, “You motherfucker.”  Believe me, I have no idea what I was talking about, but it probably wasn’t good.  Maybe Kerry was venting his frustrations with his mother.

The thing most important was that I got to see how the game it played–something I’m learning more of as I go over game footage–and I got to hang with the team members.  And I felt as if I fit in with everyone.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had the feeling that I “fit in,” and it’s nice to see yourself not as an outsider, but as someone who may actually be part of something.  That’s something I’ve craved for a long time and it’s possible I won’t have to feel that way much longer.

This was me returning home about four hours ago as I write this:

 

Someone on my Facebook page said I look tired but happy and that’s about as accurate as one can get.  I had a great time and I can’t thank everyone enough for what I experienced.

Of course this means I’ll have to go into this in more detail, but at the moment I’m trying to figure out how to copy video to YouTube that doesn’t suffer any degradation, as I noticed when moving some up to YouTube.  As soon as I figure that out I’ll bore you with the details of the game.  What?  You didn’t think I was going to do that?  Ha!  You don’t know me, do you?

There you have it:  Cassidy’s Excellent Adventure.  And this means tomorrow I get to go back to writing–

Maybe I’ll actually get this novel finished one day.