The Life Pursuit

"We all see the same sky" -- Belle and Sebastian

Alright, I hate having the last thing I said be so negative. What if I died tomorrow?
Regular visitors will know of my obsession with hair. I have begun to take care of both issues, body hair and a proper wig.

I broke out the depilatory Saturday for a small trial run. I tried a patch on my back about a week ago with nothing discernible happening. This time I attacked an area I could see, my upper arms. I think this is an area where I can avoid detection by the hair police. What I discovered is that rubbing the cream off is absolutely necessary. Rinsing won't do, despite what the picture on the bottle depicts. Aside from the smell, I was pleased with the result. I won't use it all the time, but when I take the full plunge (this fall?), this stuff will make the initial pass much faster.

Last Friday, I finally went to see Pam at the wig shop. Had to summon considerable courage to walk in, even with an appointment. I was very fortunate that my friend Cassie was there. She took me under her wing at my first support meeting, and she helped ease me here as well. As soon as hair was placed on my head, I began to enjoy myself. Kinda odd in boy-mode, but that wasn't an option. Really exciting to see myself in several very different looks. We didn't decide on anything on this visit, but Pam said she has some ideas. I'm sure a good wig will make a major difference in my attitude.

There. Something positive, just in case I die tomorrow...