Legs and Other Trifles

So much time since I said I'd be writing more frequently...good thing they don't hand out fines for mis-speaking in Blogistan.  Now to decide what needs reportage.

Let's start with my March support meeting.  I hadn't been Leslied up since the first weekend of December, and let me say that is too long.  I went in drab in January, and I had a soiree to attend with my wife in February.  Let me point out that this all occurred during my brief winter of hairless legs, so my efforts have all been for myself.  I finally got a chance to wear some clothes that I purchased at Kohl's during the Christmas season.  I had my final full epilation on Friday, ready to dress to the nines Saturday.

It was a terrific meeting.  At least half the twenty attendees were first timers and their supporters.  This made for a free-wheeling group conversation, all over the map.  Three of the newbies were FtM, too, which is a presence we have been missing for a good while.  After we broke to mingle, I had a long talk with six or seven ladies.  Engaging the newcomers gives me a warm feeling, that while I am not advancing in my own goals, I am pulling others up.  The group has given me so much, and this is when I get to lead and give back.  Plus, I get a lot of nice comments about my legs.

We had another couples therapy session a few weeks ago.  Suffice to say I was dressed differently than at left.  The bulk of the session was about finances, an area where our issues are relatively pedestrian.  We owe heaping piles of money, and have no good plan for changing that.  I came from a family that saves, she comes from a family that spends every cent that comes in (and then some).  Guess who has won that fight for thirty years?  I wound up having an anxiety attack for about four hours after the therapy, my usual reaction when we start delving into how bad it is.

So now I face the long spring/summer with hairy legs, which I can feel beginning to sprout already.  Tweezing hairs on my legs has become an obsessive time-waster in recent weeks, and I will now have to break that habit.  If the weather is cool in April (or even May!), I will work out an outfit with opaque tights, just to stretch my season a little.  I take much more joy from dressing when a hemline is involved.  I'll just have to play it by ear.