Waking up in Vegas Part II

Yeah. Thats right. I am no longer dealing with Virginia City other than people I left there. I threw out all my boi clothes finally, I only have and wear women’s clothing (it’s what my ID says) and I feel marvelous.

I’m not working yet. Yet. It’s only a matter of time before everyone realizes what a great catch I am and I will be fighting off the offers (are you listening human resources ? Here I am and am available now ). SO today I bought a pass on the bus, came down to East Sahara and am at the LGBT center there. I tried to insert a link to the Las Vegas center but it didn’t take so this is it http://www.thecenterlv.com the neighborhood isn’t the greatest but the people rock. I am sitting here and there are two other transpersons sitting in here with me ! It feels marvelous.

Well, am pretty much just rambling here, wanted to let the one or two accidental readers I have know I am safe and happy.

God bless and mad love

Kynthia

Waking up in Vegas

Yes

I wake up in Sin City now. No longer in Virginia City – home of the inbred drunken professional gossip – Sin City itself. Okay, let’s be fair. First place I hit in Vegas was a Catholic Church. St Josephs Husband of Mary on Sahara Blvd.

I did not take communion because, after all, I really hadn’t time to go to confession. Which is good because when I went out Tuesday night with my posse there are things I would rather NOT confess just yet in a new church home. The double knee slide in a cocktail dress (one pair of panty hose shot to hell and a knee burn) .

Point is I am back. I havent posted anything in a long time. We will go over some of the stress anger and anxiety I went through up there but for now go to YouTube, look up Katy Perry and listen to the song “Waking up in Vegas” and think kindly of me.

I still have my ID….