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Sally Stone

I just want to take a quick moment to recognize today, Halloween, as it has always been a very important day in my life.  As a kid it was always my second favorite holiday.  It was the first day anyone other than my wife got to meet Sally, and in fact, it was the day Sally got her name.  Later, Halloween became the only time of year I felt comfortable taking my feminine persona out into public view.  After retiring from the military we lived in Pittsburg and every year there was a huge Halloween bash called "Red Hot Halloween."  Three years in a row, I attended that event with a trans girlfriend.  It was so awesome spending the entire evening dressed as a woman.  My costumes each year consisted of evening gowns and high-heels.  I honestly believe those three years, rubbing elbows with all the other attendees, really helped me come out.

 

After accepting my feminine side and learning to share it with the rest of the world, I haven't needed Halloween as a cover, but I never forget how important the day was for me, when I was struggling to accept myself as trans.

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Gallery sitting on a Halloween 7 years back.  

As a trans woman i have fond memories of times when i could be me in public

 

Hugs,

 

Charlize

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Heather Nicole

Halloween was always one of my favorites, too. I think it's awesome we just happen have a horror-themed holiday!

 

Can't say I ever felt comfortable using it to bring out the feminine side myself, though. Back around Jr. High, it was pretty common to see some of the more outgoing guys dressed as girls for the holiday. I envied their moxie and wanted to do it too, but I was always super shy, introverted and overly sensitive (and often hassled anyway), so I would've been far too self-conscious.

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QuestioningAmber

I distinctly doing a Halloween as a girl and only last like 2 or 3 periods in High School. I even tricked a friend into joining an "all girls" Halloween Party that we threw at our apartment in college and each costume had to be female. Oh the times when Halloween felt like the only safe chance I had to be my feminine self because it was all for fun, right? *shifts eyes back and forth*

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I remember at least twice my mom asking me if I wanted to dress as a girl for begging. Of course, my answer was no. I was to manly to dress as a girl.

 

my how things change. Well today was a bad anniversary, it was last year. It was the first time I fully dressed and went out. I felt so free and alive.  but came home to my unaccepting  wife and youngest. The defecation hit the rotary oscillator.

 

Kymmie

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Heather Nicole
9 hours ago, QuestioningAmber said:

Oh the times when Halloween felt like the only safe chance I had to be my feminine self because it was all for fun, right? *shifts eyes back and forth*

 

Ohh! I feel like my eternal hyper-shyness made me miss out! (Ugh, wouldn't bee the first time...*sniff*!)

 

9 hours ago, KymmieL said:

Well today was a bad anniversary, it was last year. It was the first time I fully dressed and went out. I felt so free and alive.  but came home to my unaccepting  wife and youngest. The defecation hit the rotary oscillator.

 

So very sorry to hear how that turned out. I wish so much your home circle could be a much more accepting one, because you deserve it. Everyone does. *hugs* 

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Nothing happened this year, but here is one of my first OUT Halloween's

 

 

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ElizabethStar
16 hours ago, KymmieL said:

Well today was a bad anniversary, it was last year. It was the first time I fully dressed and went out. I felt so free and alive.  but came home to my unaccepting  wife and youngest. The defecation hit the rotary oscillator.

I sorry to hear things went bad but from  what I've read of your posts it sounds like it was going to eventually happen. A band-aid moment maybe.

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