More About Bobbi...
After nearly fifty years of living with the stress of
maintaining a secret I thought would embarass and humiliate me, I finally
decided I had had enough and dropped the facade. As it turned out, my fears
were largely exaggerated and my 'coming out' proved to be one of the best
decisions I ever made. My only regret was not having done it sooner. (I
kept a diary of the days when I came out which I
invite you to read.) I was neither rejected by my friends, nor disrespected
by my colleagues. And so far, I have found that once people get to know me,
the fluidity of my gender expression matters very little to them.
The truth is that I might
never have dealt with the issue if it weren't for my second wife. In a
strange way, I am grateful to her for that. We were married for ten years
when she announced that she was leaving me for another man and shortly after
that, informed me that if I didn't agree to her terms for the divorce she
would 'out' me to my friends, co-workers, and the children from my first
marriage. She betrayed the trust I had placed in her and made me realize that
one person ought not have such control over another. I decided at that point
that I would 'out' myself.
Here I am in New York
in front of my PT Cruiser
(which my son now drives).