No going back

For me there is no going back even if I lived in the US. I have simply come too far to go back to a schizophrenic existence plus my confidence is at an all time high. This is not because I am cavalier but because I would rather die as myself than let society or anyone else define me. 

I have a steel spine which was finally set into place with the inspiration of the youth I see out there living their lives every day. 

For the most part, my reservations about coming out proved to be completely incorrect. I had nothing to fear and people can smell it when I am living my daily life. I use the same common sense that any woman in public would use.whether tall, short or any other shape you find among humanity. My age and life experience also has strengthened my resolve because I can see society as one imagines an audience in their underwear while giving a speech. I also have a salty mouth should I ever need it. 

Not too long ago a very nice man from Pittsburgh chatted with me as he was waiting for a seat I was relinquishing to him in a cafe. He told me how polite we were in Montréal and was embarrassed about Trumpism. I told him not to worry as I would not hold it against him and he laughed heartily.