Instant, unquestioning, and total acceptance. Well, not unquestioning: lots of questions, how does it feel, how did it happen, had I had "the op" yet... and congratulations. Always congratulations, and totally undeserved tributes to my courage. Whether from making the transition, or just polling up, I'm not sure. Both, I think.
But I had faith in these guys. And in Grammar as the one institution where I'd get acceptance, and good-natured well-wishing tolerance even from those who didn't quite understand.
I wrote before:
I guess I'll be giving the reputation for tolerance, diversity and a liberal education a bit of a test.Being Grammar boys, of course they passed the test with High Distinctions, Summa Cum Laude.I mean, it's expected of them.
And I could really get used to having my drinks brought to me. Gallant too.
One thing though : What does a guy say to a woman when he realises she was the other 2nd-row forward on his Rugby team? And what does she say in return?
When I got back to the motel, I confess I did something most undignified for a woman my age, even a Geek Girl. I jumped up and down with Joy, squealing like a schoolgirl.
My cheek muscles are still aching from smiling so much on the long drive back from Sydney to Canberra.
I don't look too bad, even without makeup, do I? (Sound of Zoe doing the Happy Dance again)