The why changes.
In the beginning, it was a way to deal with too many changes.
Because life, y’all:
BF, whom I thought I’d spend quite the future with, tells me he’s a cross dresser as our plans to move out of the country are finalized. Tokyo minus 5 months and he has come out as transsexual. Once we’re moved, visas, leases, laws, jobs— everything, basically, must be negotiated and conducted in a fairly foreign language. Add to that hormones, transitioning, open relationship, re-identifying sexual identity— oh Jesus, this is ridiculous.
There’s a certain accountability when I hit ‘Publish’ even though I feel anonymous as fuck; in the back of my mind, I know this record will remain. So I’m forced to be more considerate, analytical, objective; these things in turn bring clarity. And instead of simply boo-hooing (awesome readers aren’t going to stick around for a yawn pity party), the blog encourages me to laugh at myself.
I cry. (A. Lot.)
And humor— it’s important.
These days I’m not conflicted about how to navigate a relationship as my partner transitions. We are no longer together though we’re married (it helps a visa) and we’ve mostly come out the other side of a challenging breakup. Our romantic ending has been messy and there have been many emotionally frustrating moments that I’ve documented here— cohabitation post break up, enough said.
Soon we will be living our independent lives and separate chapters will begin.
On which continent, in which country, neither of us know.
It scares me sometimes.
And this blog?
Though it’s impossible for me to be in a relationship like I was with S, one which prompted this blog, I’ll continue to share stories about my oddball adventures. There’s no shortage to the delightfully unique company I keep and trust that S will keep me updated about her most recent exploits en route to finding The One.
I started this as a release and coping mechanism.
I’ll continue because the share and response is another meaningful slice in this very short life.
Because it’s not real unless you share it.
And I’m a sucker for processing.