Is that all there is? (got ten minutes?)
I have to say, this year has been both wonderful and horrible. It's been good because I've established my own business and am probably more independent than ever. I answer to no one, I set my own hours and I'm providing a service I actually enjoy (most of the time). Moreover, it is a vocation that only facilitates my life as a transsexual; unlike my previous jobs, which were only good as a source of funding for my transition. This job actually REQUIRES that I be Melissa 24/7. While that is certainly a good thing, and while I can finally say "yes I have arrived", and while I am finally where I only dreamed of being two years ago, I am shocked to be experiencing an entirely new and unexpected feeling:
I find myself asking, "is that all there is?" (like the famous song)
What I mean is, now that I'm living the life in earnest, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. It is the oddest feeling you can imagine. I would have killed for this kind of freedom and time. And now that I have it, I'm not sure what to do with it. I peer out my window and watch the cars go by, one soul after another, and think to myself, "at least they have a place to go. At least they have purpose." I feel I have no purpose other than being a one-hour fantasy for some married guy.
I'm alone again and single and liking it. I'm not looking for a rebound relationship and am not sad about my breakup with my ex bf. I have only good things to say about him as a person and will only say that as a couple we were no longer compatible. There were no tears shed when I ended it. The tears had been shed long ago. And make no mistake, it was my decision all the way.
While I'm not old, I'm no spring chicken either. Time is so precious and there is something horribly wrong with the fact that I simply don't know what to do. I am running a lot again, and shedding that winter weight. I have quit smoking pot completely and am more fanatical than ever about skin care, diet and personal maintenance. When I don't have late night dates I'm in bed at 11 and up at 6:30.
So let me ask you, why am I so fucking sad? Why am I always on the verge of crying like a baby? The other day I was running and I turned to see an elderly couple walking from a park bench to their parked car. These people were old. Like 80 something. Yet they were together and enjoying the beautiful day. This man could barely walk. And yet as he shuffled along I saw him open the car door for his wife. It just overwhelmed me. It was so beautiful. This man, so old and frail, still loved his woman even if she was an old lady herself. He still cared about treating her like a lady and making her feel special. I just started crying. I must have loooked pathetic running down the path crying. It makes me cry even now as I recount it. It makes me think, I'll never have that life.
There are some significant issues in my life now that make this year very difficult,. My family is a source of great sadness. I never wanted them to know what I do for a living and yet now all of them know. You may recall it was my younger brother who searched out my name on Google and then passed on my websites to the rest of the family. No one calls me. Their silence is kiilling me. I also worry a great deal about law enforcement and am as careful as I can be regarding appointments. I often decline dates if I don't get a good feeling about the caller. I never take appointments through email or texts. I stay away from Craigs List. I try to be as discreet as possible.
I am hugely in debt. I used my credit cards over the past two years to finance all my enhancements, operations and hormone/medical needs. After my rhinoplasty in January I was $43,000 in debt. I've been taking any extra money and putting it towards this debt. Currentyly I owe $33,000 so I'm bringing it down but it's still more than it was just prior to the operation. I never know if I'll be having a good or bad week, like any self-employed proprietor, and my worst nightmare is that business will dry up and I'll be holding my tranny dick on the side of the road homeless. I know that this is not a permanent solution and ultimately I'll need to re-enter the workforce in some fashion.
I have no local friends because trannies simply aren't like that. There is no one locally I find interesting. I am meeting interesting people in my job but they are not, let's face it, true blue friends. They are ultimately customers and I'm ultimately a provider. I do have friends and I do reach out to them but it's not the same as a next door neighbor to sit and have coffee with.
I always believed that there was something special inside me. That I had something unique and creative to offer the world. Now I'm not so sure. I have the time to paint. And yet my canvases sit untouched in the basement. I have time to write my book and yet haven't done a thing in two months. I go to bed early sometimes because I simply cannot bear another hour of nothing. And don't want to get in trouble. I am that woman living in that house on the side of the highway. Only I'm not a woman. I'm something else. I used to think it was important to ask, what exactly am I and where am I headed? I have no clue anymore. And not so interested in finding out.
I have an overnight date tonight with a a guy from Vegas. I've been with him before. I already know how it will go. He likes smoking coke while I suck his dick. For hours. And he'll pay me well for it. And I'll pretend I like it. And then there will be more of this....and I'm sure sometime tomorrow, at some point in the day I'll ask myself,
is that all there is?
I'm sure this is totally inappropriate for this forum but I typed it anyway.