Visual Super Powers to the MAX!

Gadz my clothes just get bigger and bigger. Since December, I've gone from being 5'11'' and 175 lbs to the 203 lbs I am today. Back in the pre-transition days I wore small to medium shirts depending on the brand. Now, on average, I'm prancing about in large.

I feel a bit like I'm traveling around in a bubble. Or maybe a tube. My shirts used to be so snug and dashing. Now I intentionally aim for a little excess breathing room knowing full well that my body shape is changing at a rapid rate. I also don't fit in medium. But dag nabbit, I don't like shopping! I'd much rather travel around in a cotton bubble versus having to invest in new shirts every few months that feel more snug.

See, it takes a bit to compel me to spend some of my hard earned unemployment on clothing. After wearing the same red button-up plaid shirt three days in a row now, I decided today that I had no choice but to go shopping for additional shirts.

So off I went, onwards to a second hand store downtown with my friend, Amboo. After said venture, I ended up with two - yes TWO! - additional button up shirts. Something I noticed today: prior to my transitioning, I had a wardrobe full of 95% gray and black. It didn't happen intentionally, I was just drawn to a lack of color. Since I mostly commute via bicycle, I'd even attempt to force myself to buy lighter colored clothing, yet it just wouldn't happen no matter how hard I'd try to muster up the will. My dark wardrobe destiny seemed to be etched in stone.

In the rare event that I did end up wearing something with color it had to be a dark.dark hue of some sort. Otherwise I felt like it wasn't "me" and that it was distracting and obnoxious. Now? I'm all about color. It's as though I've become an uber hyper visual creature that loves red, white, blue, green. Color.color.color. They're all so incredibly, irresistibly visually appealing to me. I notice little things; like how wearing a green hat brings out the green in my eyes!

I never, ever noticed that colors enhanced anything before. Not on me, anyway. Wearing color was just painful to all hell. Now it's all happy and bangin. I'm definitely way more visually driven now, in numerous arenas. It's neat.

On another note, the other night while riding home on my scooter I came to a stop light. Idling to my right, a truck full of hairy dudes. Light turned green and, as I turned left, someone from the truck screamed "Queer!".

Fo' real? I know as a fact that I'm entirely "dude" on my scooter, helmet and all. Apparently dude on scooter strike some hairy folk in trucks as "queer". Despite knowing that they most likely meant it as an insult, I loved it and took it as an absolute compliment. There's some amount of fear about losing my queerness throughout this transition - but, fortunate for me, no matter what way I turn or however I spin, that QUEER sticker is slapped right on my back and I owned that boomstick of wind and awesome a looooong time ago. It's a slightly different variant of that boomstick, but similar nonetheless.