Showing posts with label new hairstyle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new hairstyle. Show all posts

I moved to Reno and changed my life

In June 2021, after that nasty pandemic was mostly over, and after I was fired from Human Resources Inc in Florida, I moved to Reno, Nevada and I created my own business to edit books. 

Since I had been working as a woman since early 2018, it was much easier to start my own firm. I have enjoyed being self-employed ever since I had four years of it in California.

In Florida, my blackish brown hair was starting to turn gray, so I went to a professional on Sixth Street to have my hair shortened a bit and dyed to a more natural, lighter brown.

I've always been so lucky that I have had my own hair through 49 years as a man and all my years as a woman.

I chose Reno because it had the Truckee River running right through the town and the beautiful Sierra Nevada mountains on all sides of the valley.

I had several clients immediately. Some of the clients who were also authoring books followed me from Florida. In fact, Howard, the guy I was accused of having an affair with, was quick to become a client. He hated the lie that got me fired. We never had more than a business relationship.

My job was to edit books by others and make them publishable. Something at which I was extraordinarily good.

Happy to be a woman in Reno in 2021.  

A new hairstyle since I'm 55

Now that I am fifty-five, I decided to get a new hairstyle with bangs.

I asked for a brown dye job which would make me more like years ago, but Carolina said, "Let's give you a sweeter chic style too."

She was right. I love it.

I even posed for the picture with my glasses on, which I never do.

I wish I could explain to my readers how definitely delighted I am to be a woman. 

The desire to be a woman happened when my sexual anatomy differed with my gender identity. In my case, it was a longing to be in the role of the female, to have the freedoms of being a girl, and related to a profound feeling that I was born into the “wrong” body.

It took me four decades and two unsuccessful marriages to discover that I could have gender affirmation surgery. 

I am proud to be a woman.