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Previously I mentioned that I had not had The Conversation with my brother. He tends to be a bit excited about things sometimes (remember Johnny Carson talking about his agent, Bombastic Bushkin?) and that can make it difficult to understand what his thinking is. Also, after many years of doing barely legal and often downright illegal things for many years, he discovered religion about 10 years ago. Anyway, for those two reasons I was not clear about how things would go. As I said, we were going up to the Laguna Seca road course (aka WeatherTech Raceway) for the last IndyCar race of the season and that would lend itself to quite a bit of 1/1 time.
I live in Cathedral City and did the ~2 hour drive to pick him up at the airport in San Diego last Wednesday. After spending the night at my house, we drove up to Monterey on Thursday and went to Laguna Seca race course on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
I decided to talk to my brother on the drive up to Monterey. What I said was:
”There is something that I need to tell you. Don’t worry. There is no medical emergency going on. What I need to tell you is that I am a transgender person.”.
There was a pause and then he said: “I know.”.
I didn’t ask, but I suspect he saw an E-mail or two that went out from DeeAnn’s account rather than from Don’s. On occasion I didn’t pay attention to which account I was in and a few messages went out from DeeAnn’s account that should have been from Don’s. I didn’t feel the need to ask as it wasn’t important.
Anyway, we had a very relaxed conversation for the better part of a half hour. Ultimately my brother said that he was glad for me and that I seemed happier compared to how I used to be. Over the course of the weekend we had another two or three brief conversations. As he thought of more specific topics, he would ask and that initiated those shorter conversations.
So, on the last day before he went back to Ohio, we went to the Palm Springs Air Museum. As DeeAnn is a docent there, I dressed in our “uniform” which is a white baseball cap with the Museum logo on it, white sneakers, khaki bottom (skort for me this time, but also includes skirts, shorts or pants) and a white polo shirt with the Museum logo and my name tag. For the last few weeks I have been wearing a white shell as I’m waiting on a new shipment of polo shirts. I ruined my previous one as it has a stain that I cannot remove. Anyway, the look was complete with makeup, jewelry and breast forms.
Anyway, no issues as I had mentioned that I would dress when we went to the Museum. My brother even told me that I looked nice.
I took him back to San Diego last night and he is back home in good shape.
I often attend motorsports events my myself, so it is always an unexpected treat when someone goes with me. We both had a very good time and will likely do it again as time and finances allow. While I am retired, my brother is still working and is 16 years younger.
The Moral To The Story?
I think it is always a good thing when we tell our Truth. To me, two things happen:
- We no longer have to be concerned with worrying about what was said and to whom. As my grandmother used to put it: “Lies have short legs.”.
- We know where the other person stands; Ally or Enemy.
As always, the energy that we invest in keeping secrets can be put to much better purposes.
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