Property Managment, Crossdressing, and Me
Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2004 3:01 am
Hi girls,
Last week I was informed that the manager of the apartments I live in wanted to speak with me. I also found out that she had mentioned that people were "frightened" of me, now that I openly dress "en femme".
I called her and asked her what was up? But she said she had a family emergency and could not talk to me until the following day. I asked her what it was in regard to, and she said she would talk to me in person. I insisted, and she told me she would not discuss it on the phone.
I had been very worried about this. This is a very family oriented apartment complex with 92 apartments, and a third of them three bedroom, and a third of them two bedroom. I was particularly concerned because I knew that she had mentioned crossdressing, and people being afraid of me.
I researched California law and quickly found out that California's Fair Housing law prohibits discrimination on the basis of
"Gender, or Perceived Gender". I set out the next morning to talk to her.
I dressed very nicely, in my best skirt, and my prettiest blouse. And got my makeup perfect. I figured if I was to be condemed, I might as well look as good as I could, doing it.
When I entered the office she was talking to one of her employees. We are on a first name basis, and she told me to sit down, she would be right with me.
A few moments later she finished with her employee and came over to the desk I was sitting at, and stood in front of her chair. We have always had a good relationship, and I considered us to be on a "friendly" basis. She knew me to be a very candid and forthright person, and respected that.
She suddenly got a big smile on her face and said "You have changed?" I told her that I had. I went on to tell her that a lot of soul searching had gone into the decision as well as a lot of therapy. She told me that she totally respected that, and was glad that I had chosen a path to make me happy.
I told her I was not gay, or bisexual(Not that there is anything wrong with that). I told her I have known since I was a kid that I was trangendered. She told me that several tenants had asked her about me, and she didn't know what to say, because she had no information. She went on to tell me that she told all of them that I had a right to live my life as I see fit, and not to harrass me, and not to let thier children harass me.
She then told me that if anyone gave me any crap at all, to tell her right away, and she would take care of it. I told her that I knew it was shocking, and perhaps the best thing would be to give everyone some time to get used to it. I told her she was welcome to share the information I shared with her about being transgendered, and that I just wanted peaceful coexistance. I told her about the girl bringing me the dress, and that all of my kids friends in the buildings already knew. I went on to tell her that really I had been treated really well, and was really not too worried about it.
She again told me that if anyone harrassed me to let her know right away, that I had a right to live in peace and not be harrassed.
I just can't tell you how uplifting this was. And best of all, my kids got to hear the story and it was uplifting to them also.
I just want to add another notch in the bedpost of acceptance, and just have to say. "How can anyone accept us? If we don't ask them to?" If we don't demand it? Yes, I was scared. But I was willing to be kicked out, to be who I am.
So far in this "coming out", none of my fears have been realized. In fact acceptance has been almost universal. I later ran into the woman who gave me the red dress in the Laundry room. Her friend introduced herself, and had a fit over me. Said I looked "So cute". I was in a black dress just above the knee. She came over and said she loved my earrings and fondled them in her fingers, and how I did my eyes. She went on to say how she loved my pastel purple nail poilish, she lifted my hand closer to her eyes and inspected them closely and was suprised what a good job I had done on them.
She went on to say that she would like to be my freind, and perhaps drink some coffee sometime. She also said she would love to "make me up". I don't look at this as a romantic encounter, but more of a chance to get some GG friends. It was a friendly exchange. Much like three women would do in a laundry room.
So? in the end, I now really feel welcome in my apartment, and now I am not worried that sometime I may get kicked out because of being transgendered. And if that were not enough, I am making new friends as my real self, for the very first time. It feels great.
If I were not so sad about the other things happening in my life, it would be perfect. But at least I have something to feel good about.
Love always,
Elizabeth
Last week I was informed that the manager of the apartments I live in wanted to speak with me. I also found out that she had mentioned that people were "frightened" of me, now that I openly dress "en femme".
I called her and asked her what was up? But she said she had a family emergency and could not talk to me until the following day. I asked her what it was in regard to, and she said she would talk to me in person. I insisted, and she told me she would not discuss it on the phone.
I had been very worried about this. This is a very family oriented apartment complex with 92 apartments, and a third of them three bedroom, and a third of them two bedroom. I was particularly concerned because I knew that she had mentioned crossdressing, and people being afraid of me.
I researched California law and quickly found out that California's Fair Housing law prohibits discrimination on the basis of
"Gender, or Perceived Gender". I set out the next morning to talk to her.
I dressed very nicely, in my best skirt, and my prettiest blouse. And got my makeup perfect. I figured if I was to be condemed, I might as well look as good as I could, doing it.
When I entered the office she was talking to one of her employees. We are on a first name basis, and she told me to sit down, she would be right with me.
A few moments later she finished with her employee and came over to the desk I was sitting at, and stood in front of her chair. We have always had a good relationship, and I considered us to be on a "friendly" basis. She knew me to be a very candid and forthright person, and respected that.
She suddenly got a big smile on her face and said "You have changed?" I told her that I had. I went on to tell her that a lot of soul searching had gone into the decision as well as a lot of therapy. She told me that she totally respected that, and was glad that I had chosen a path to make me happy.
I told her I was not gay, or bisexual(Not that there is anything wrong with that). I told her I have known since I was a kid that I was trangendered. She told me that several tenants had asked her about me, and she didn't know what to say, because she had no information. She went on to tell me that she told all of them that I had a right to live my life as I see fit, and not to harrass me, and not to let thier children harass me.
She then told me that if anyone gave me any crap at all, to tell her right away, and she would take care of it. I told her that I knew it was shocking, and perhaps the best thing would be to give everyone some time to get used to it. I told her she was welcome to share the information I shared with her about being transgendered, and that I just wanted peaceful coexistance. I told her about the girl bringing me the dress, and that all of my kids friends in the buildings already knew. I went on to tell her that really I had been treated really well, and was really not too worried about it.
She again told me that if anyone harrassed me to let her know right away, that I had a right to live in peace and not be harrassed.
I just can't tell you how uplifting this was. And best of all, my kids got to hear the story and it was uplifting to them also.
I just want to add another notch in the bedpost of acceptance, and just have to say. "How can anyone accept us? If we don't ask them to?" If we don't demand it? Yes, I was scared. But I was willing to be kicked out, to be who I am.
So far in this "coming out", none of my fears have been realized. In fact acceptance has been almost universal. I later ran into the woman who gave me the red dress in the Laundry room. Her friend introduced herself, and had a fit over me. Said I looked "So cute". I was in a black dress just above the knee. She came over and said she loved my earrings and fondled them in her fingers, and how I did my eyes. She went on to say how she loved my pastel purple nail poilish, she lifted my hand closer to her eyes and inspected them closely and was suprised what a good job I had done on them.
She went on to say that she would like to be my freind, and perhaps drink some coffee sometime. She also said she would love to "make me up". I don't look at this as a romantic encounter, but more of a chance to get some GG friends. It was a friendly exchange. Much like three women would do in a laundry room.
So? in the end, I now really feel welcome in my apartment, and now I am not worried that sometime I may get kicked out because of being transgendered. And if that were not enough, I am making new friends as my real self, for the very first time. It feels great.
If I were not so sad about the other things happening in my life, it would be perfect. But at least I have something to feel good about.
Love always,
Elizabeth