Pride

Proving it, bit by bit……

"Pride cometh before a fall"  or "disaster"…I’ve heard it both ways.  I think that refers to too much pride in oneself.

This is not pride in myself.  This is pride in My Mikey.

Yesterday, after a particularly nasty and bitter fight with Piers, My Mikey did two things.  One was rather dumb and one was the bravest thing he could have done in the world.

The dumb thing, to get that one out of the way….he shaved his head.  Let me tell you, he definitely looks more like a man with a shaved head!!!!  Anyway…that’s the dumb thing, even though I must admit I like the results.

The brave thing….

He wrote, of his own accord, a letter to everyone he usually is in touch with online.  In that letter, of which I also received a copy, he "came out of the closet", if you will.  He told everyone that he is a gender dysmorphic female, awaiting a sex-change operation.  Now, for those who have kept up in our diaries, you know that this was a MAJOR step for him, and you can imagine how proud I am that he’s done this.  It was greeted mostly with support.  My mother knows, too, now.  We’re keeping this a secret from Mary Helen, though.  She’s the last person on Earth who should know, because she’s also one of the least sympathetic people alive.

I am so proud of my little ninny husband!!!!!  Folks, I urge you to leave a congratulatory note for him on his diary…hermyslollyboi.  Please visit it and leave him something letting him know you are aware of what he did!

My Hero, My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Awe-stricken Jack