I've always been a fan of Bugs Bunny cartoons. The "Waskelly Wabbit" (as Elmer Fudd would call him) was one of the few well developed characters from the age of animated shorts, a character who would almost always triumph over adversity. Today, I had lunch with a friend who is overcoming adversity in her life, and whom I feel certain with most challenges she may encounter.
Unlike past lunches, we picked up sandwiches at the local deli and went to a local park to eat them. And there we caught up on what was going on in each other's lives, including all of the stresses we had to deal with. She mentioned family issues, some of which involve her son being away at school, her husband's health, and an in-law family who doesn't want to understand what she has to deal with. And later, we got to talking about my transgender nature in passing. I noted that I always preferred the female role in life, the nature of women's social connections, and that my genitals weren't as important to me as much as the role I would play in life. What I didn't say is that I would likely not have been married had I been a cisgender female, as I am too independent to be in a relationship only for sex (no matter what my orientation would have been.)
All too soon, lunch had to end, and I had to return home to pack. Cinderella's slipper had fallen off, and it likely won't be found until Thursday.
