New Years 2015 at Moon Base Alpha

So here we are… 2015 … Yep..  made it 🙂  Yay!

I got the exquisite luxury of spending mine on “Moon Base Alpha”, what my new friends Trysch and Steve affectionately call their home.  🙂  Yep my kind of people! 🙂

Queen Hostess, Keeper of the Closet, Trysch :)

Queen Hostess, Keeper of the Closet, Trysch 🙂

RPG / Dungeon Master / ModelPaiter  Steve :)

RPG / Dungeon Master / ModelPaiter Steve 🙂

Now, keep in mind this was the first time I went ANYWHERE as me… and I had not even officially “met” these folks face to face… yet still, I was told… “Come how you want, we don’t judge… its a safe place.”   How cool is that?

So mustering up whatever courage I had… I decided to go for it.  I am going to have to deal with this kind of fear anyway right?  I got completely sidetracked on Facebook, lost track of time, and had to do a rush job of “throwing myself together”  … OOOOOPS!! LMAO 😉  (  good thing this wasn’t a beauty pageant 🙂 LOL )

How things turned out :P Yep ... its Me! lol

How things turned out 😛 Yep … its Me! lol

Another pic of the rush job.  ;)

Another pic of the rush job. 😉

So…. with my orders in hand from my Commander ( Penelope ) to find the secret stash of clothes.  Off I went 🙂

Havin a stressful puff before leaving :)

Havin a stressful puff before leaving 🙂

I get there, and its an immediate hug!! And “WELCOME!!! Happy to meet you!!” Right that second… Fear went out the window 🙂   We got my coat hung up and stuff organized, the bribery shrimp rings ante’d up ( part of the ReCon plan ;P ), and started to chat and drink and just get to know each other face to face.

It wasn’t a large thing, like perhaps I was expecting, but that is ok too.  I take comfort though, knowing even if it was a huge blow-out sort of thing, I still would have been in a welcoming place.  Her and Steve’s friends are alike, no judging, lets just enjoy. 🙂

Part way through the night, I had to get past the terrifying black floor sloths, the 2 Black Labs they own, to which I was asked if I had a problem with dogs!  These dogs hardly qualify! 😉  They were more like cats… Feed me pet me, let me poo.  😉  Insanely well behaved, and slept often. This was part of my mission!  As a joke, another trans friend ( Penny ) sent me on ReCon to discover the secrets of Trysch’s closet 😉  So this too made the night fun. 🙂

Goin or the goods!!

Goin or the goods!!

We took a bunch of cute pics like this one, and updated to Facebook as Penny also had a good laugh over our shenanigans 🙂

We discussed common interests RPGs, Video Games, and so on… which it appears were INSANELY many.  There are enough musical instruments there to kill a full grown elephant! 🙂

Beatiful Katamari at one point came into the picture… an Xbox game that really has no plot, story, or anything else for that matter… but is just damn fun!  PERECT for the night at hand. 🙂

I also go to meet Trysch’s “little ball of hate”  Ziller 🙂  a gecko who frankly is spoiled rotten, ( like the floor sloths! ) and it was so neat 🙂

Look out Tokyo!!! RAWR!!!

Look out Tokyo!!! RAWR!!!

I am so thankful for having met these wonderful people who just accept me as me.  I am thankful for Penny and Conny too, without them I never would have met Trysch and Steve.  We may even start Rpg’ing together, and I am looking at finally getting a guitar again…

Its funny what just 1 night on Moon Base Alpha can do. 🙂

Maybe we all need to find our own version of it!

Peace and Love!

Happy New Year!!!

– Tamara 🙂

Starting off 2015 as ME

I know I don’t post often…

perhaps I should post more.

I feel though that this space is reserved specifically for Trans matters, and should stay on topic.  Facebook is where I get all random.  At any rate… to the point of this post.

I have recently been fortunate to have made some VERY great friends on Facebook, and remarkably many of these new friends are right here in Calgary!  I was invited to spend New Years Eve with one such new friend here, and assured, it is a safe place, come however I want.

I was going to go ‘guy’ … meeting new people can be stressful enough as is.  I got to thinking… I am going to have to ‘meet’ people after and during transition…  why not enjoy a safe place and ring in the new year as ME?!  🙂

So I am going for it, and plan to have a great deal of fun, will post an update with pics, and all that stuff once I have recovered fully! lol

Wishing everyone a happy and safe New years.   Hope your 2015 is wonderful!

Peace and Love!


The wait is on …

Well, I know its not much of an update, but it does pertain to my transition, so it is worthy of note.

I contacted Dr. Raiche’s office today to find that there were over 100 others on the waiting list.  Ya, fun times.  I do admit I am a little down about it, but at least things are still moving, slowly albeit, but moving.  I should be looking at a wait of approximately 3 to 6 months.

Dr. Raiche is the final gatekeeper before getting to Dr. Jablonski and HRT.

I have waited this long, a little more won’t hurt.  I can use the time to work out how I am going to deal with work. 🙂

All is still good.  🙂

now its just … wait… wait… wait…  LOL

Peace and Love!

– Tamara

I am Transgender! ( Molson Canadian Rant do-over )

I’m not a Tranny or a she-male.

I don’t live in a closet, or sing show tunes, or own a tiara.

And I don’t know RuPaul, Paul Simon, or Les Paul, tho I am sure they are all nice people.

I have a penis, or a vagina.

I speak plainly and honestly.

I can proudly sew my rainbow flag on my backpack.

I believe in love and accptance, not hatred and bigotry.

Diversity, not societal assimilation.

And that one day I may be seen as a proud and noble animal!

Disorder is a label, hate is our reality.

And we are human not IT, HUMAN!

Transgender is the most misunderstood of LGBT and the FIRST and easiest to pick out, but the best at being true to ourselves.

My name is Tamara, and I AM TRANSGENDER!

The above is a reworking of an old Molson Canadian beer commercial, “My name is Joe” Also kknown as “The Rant” the original transcript is provided below:

“I’m not a lumberjack or a fur trader. I don’t live in an igloo or eat blubber or own a dog sled. And I don’t know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I’m certain they’re really, really nice. I have a prime minister, not a president. I speak English and French, not American. And I pronounce it about, not aboot. I can proudly sew my country’s flag on my backpack. I believe in peacekeeping, not policing. Diversity, not assimilation. And that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal. A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch. And it is pronounced zed, not zee, zed. Canada is the second largest landmass, the first nation of hockey and the best part of North America. My name is Joe, and I am Canadian!”

Peace and Love!

– Tamara