PT: A Nice Lunch

Project Throwback: April 7, 2013

Hubby in 2013 (pretransition) with his health finally recovering.

2013 was a pretty good year for us. On April 7th we were enjoying our lunch at Pho Mai Noodles in Everett. Wolsey’s health was improving (he was going into remission) and he was starting his year of testing being fully female before transitioning (I didn’t know that at the time).

PT: A Quick Stop

Project Throwback: April 6, 1986

Just a quick stop to take pictures on our way back into Lake Tahoe when I was 15… in 1986… damn too young and now too old.

We were homeless, you are looking at my home for 9 months before we downsized to a less fancy car.

PT: 30 Years Today

Just an FYI, Wolsey is ok that in my memories I refer to him as a girl before he transitioned. My writing is a lot more awkward when I tried to change pronouns he used back then. He knows this and is ok with it (like I am ok with him referring to me as a boy before I transitioned).

Today marks the 30th anniversary of the first day my hubby Wolsey and I got together as more than friends and started dating.

After my first major relationship breakup with another woman a couple months before, I had moved into a room at the same house I had met Wolsey years before. This time I was the one living there and not Wolsey. I hadn’t been around Wolsey for several months due to some shit pulled by my ex-girlfriend to Wolsey, indicating to her that I didn’t want to see her (that will be its own post in the future). During this time, I had jumped four or five jobs in the space of a few months and was working in the paint department of Kmart.

March 17th 1991 started out as a normal day for me as I went to work at Kmart. It had been a long day when I got an announcement over the intercom saying there was a phone call for me on line 3. I remember it with clarity.

I pick up the phone and it is Wolsey’s voice. She seemed excited and maybe a little out of breath. All she asked was what time I was off. I was confused and excited. I hadn’t seen Wolsey in months. I had missed her but I figured she was off dating someone and doing her own thing. Her words to me on the phone were, “Don’t go anywhere.” It was a pretty commanding tone and I agreed to wait.

Twenty minutes later I hear stomping boots coming down the aisle and there she was dressed in a leather jacket, facial piercings, a very tiny shirt that revealed her feminine body quite explicitly, a mohawk, makeup, and the cutest purple crinoline skirt. I was getting off work about this time and she came up and hustled me to her truck and took me home.

Picture of Wolsey on right, the prior fall 1990

We spent the next hour and a half talking where we reestablished contact and smoothed over our friendship. Over the next couple of weeks, we talked a lot and she kept showing up at my room. Wolsey was homeless at the time, but that didn’t bother me. I invited her in to my room and let her stay on my single-wide bed. I left out cans of ravioli, with a can opener and a spoon, for her to eat if she was hungry. Wolsey was always hungry and this was the one thing I knew she liked to eat.

On April 6th she showed up in my window while my friend Bryon was visiting. She waited patiently around, but I could tell she was impatient on Bryon leaving. I think at some point Bryon got the clue and made himself scarce.

For the next two hours she told me about a guy that she was really attracted to and wanted to date. To be honest I was absolutely crushed. I had always been in love with her from the first time I met her. She is who I had originally wanted to date, but we could never get our timing right and I do admit I was terrified. I was a horrible person, before I had dated my ex-girlfriend, Wolsey would invite me out to meet her for coffee and I would chicken out and leave her at the Horseshoe Cafe by herself waiting.

I was such a dick.

But now we had started talking and I had started thinking maybe we could work out. I had gotten my first time sleeping with a woman out of the way with my ex-girlfriend and I wasn’t terrified of girls so now I had been hoping maybe things would work out.

I never mentioned how crushed I was. I just was super supportive of her interest in someone. After all she was my best friend, and I knew that more at the time then I had realized before. However she just kept looking at me weird when I was so supportive of it. She realized I didn’t think it was me and then it became a game.

For two hours she poked me and made me try to guess who she wanted to date. I was an idiot and didn’t realize what she meant and assumed it was another guy much cooler then me. Eventually she told me to shut up and said it was me. I was stunned and couldn’t say anything. I think my brain literally shut down for a moment. All I could hear was static and I was sure I had misheard her. There was no way she was interested in someone as uninteresting as me.

Then she kissed me.

We spent the night together, and honestly we have only slept apart since then we we broke up for a several month period after the following Thanksgiving, and after we got back together we have only ever been apart due to surgeries, or travel for work (which has only been in the last 7 years).

So basically I just need to tell my husband that I love him more than anything, and I am really glad he liked the ravioli I set out on the window sill enough to date me :). It has been an awesome 30 years, and I hope we get another 30 years at least.

I LOVE YOU WOLSEY, more than all of the rest of the universe combined.

PT: Flat land, cows and my dad

Project Throwback: April 5, 1956 (?)

One of my dad’s childhood pictures. I believe this was taken in 1956 and was in North Dakota. Unfortunately he isn’t around anymore so I can’t confirm. I think 1956 because he mentioned some sort of trip back to Philadelphia that year (a driving trip).

Unfortunately no real memories for me to talk about. The only thing I can say is I miss him, and I wish he had a better shot at life, but honestly he did pretty well with everything he was dealt with anyways.

PT: Wrapping up my CPA Firm career

Project Throwback: April 4, 2008

By the beginning of April I was closing in on wrapping up my first CPA Firm tax season. I hated the 110 hour weeks, I had taken a job with the state. Unfortunately the pace at the CPA firm had caught up with me. You will notice in my picture sores on my arms and legs, that is from a skin infection that covered about 90% of my body.

My firm was so bad, that even when I was covered in sores (two weeks before this photo) they required me to come in and sit in my cubicle for 110 hours anyways, they just kept any clients from walking in to my oozing holes in my skin. I was scheduled for my last day to be April 18, so this is me 2 weeks before I got my freedom.

Meanwhile the hubby was recovering from being sick, he (she at the time of the pictures) had finally rounded the corner and was starting to put weight back on. He didn’t smile much then, it made me happy when I took these pictures that he was smiling.

Yes there is more than one photo today, that is because I got four photos for same day/same year pop up today, I figured it would be weird not to do it as a unit, so evidently in the future if I have more than one photo from the same day, you will be getting it.

PT: Two Parents and a Grandparent

Project Throwback: April 3, 1973

Two parents and a grandparent

Here you get to see my parents John and Mary, at the ripe old age of 25 and 24 respectively, along with my grandfather Laughlin. Yes he was the one I was named after when I was born (pretransition), yes my name at one time was Laughlin, but funny enough I never, ever went by it. I don’t ever recall my parents calling me Laughlin, it was always Lucky (the nickname of my grandfather in the photo).

I think this was taken in my grandparents house near Green Lake. I only visited there a handful of times (with a lot of stories with my cousins) and that looks like the dining room which was located between the living room (which would be to the left of the picture) and the kitchen and entry way to the bedrooms on the right. Although possibly I could be mistaken since I was not 2 yet when this was taken and I don’t remember their house clearly until I was 8+.

Actually I like this project, already more photos updated since I wanted to do this in 2019. I am learning to crop out a huge open section on their right (making the photo look too lopsided). The only sad thing is many of the photos we had from this time period were all printed on textured photo paper so editing them is harder. Also for adjusting the colors, I am gladly relying on the computer with my color blindness.

PT: Mail Order Husband

On April 2, 2003 I received a very special package in the mail.

Yep, hubby in 2003 (before transition).

Here he is, my awesome husband… ok, this was almost 10 years before he transitioned so he was hiding as my wife at the time. Damn he is good at makeup, took me 22 years (about 10 years after this picture) to see the man he was. Not sure where he hid everything.

The picture reminds me of during that time when we were living in the trailer and the hubby was making his own Lolita dress style in the early 2000s. He had so many awesome dresses and outfits that he created. I am very sure that this is one of the reasons my style is eccentric. Even when we first met when we were both 16/17 I was fixated on women who dressed like that (in a punk/goth/techno/eccentric style). I don’t know if I was attracted to be with them, or to become them. I guess with a lot of luck I got both worlds with my husband.

I love you hubby.

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