Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Our offices are in a restored older building.

It has a rather neat character to it … hardwood floors, brick walls, high ceilings … kinda kewl krap.

In the beginning days … Shaft and I found this location because Satan’s company had recently moved into this building.

And over the years we’ve gotten to know many of the people that work at Satan’s company … nice folks.

With the exception of one person who rents an isolated office and is rarely heard from … it’s only Satan’s company plus us on this floor …

And with my upcoming implentatiooooon … it was only right and fair that the people that work at Satan’s office be brought into the loop …

There really aren’t that many of them, and we’ve gotten to know them over the years such that I felt I could trust them with the information … that it wouldn’t be used against me … and that for the most part, their attitudes seemed like it really wouldn’t be any big deal to them whatsoever.

Besides, they had all been asking about the changes in my appearance anyways and were speculating enough as it was …

So there were four people there that did not know or hadn’t figured it out …

And today … there remains only two.

Satan asked me if she could tell them … and I said fine … offered to tell them with her … but she wanted to do it on her own …

Which was kewl.

I thanked her for giving me the heads up first,

Asked her to tell them if they wanted to talk to me or had any questioooons afterwards, just to let me know and to feel free to ask …

Reminded her to request they maintain the confidence of the information …

And told her that as far as the bathroom issue goes … it won’t be an issue …

If I show up at the office chica … I’ll use the unisex restroom on the first floor.

Anyways, apparently when the information was shared, it was accepted well. 🙂

One of the women, Lara Kroft, suggested having a coming out party for me … hehe … kewl, more drinks 🙂 … and the other, High School Krush, asked a couple really good questions …

If I could have it to do all over again, what type of setting would I have desired growing up such that I would feel comfortable talking with my family when I was younger and not keep it suppressed?

Hmmmmm, I really had the perfect setting growing up … my parents were and are simply amazing. Supportive, understanding, caring, wise … perfect. I think I suppressed, kept it hidden, mainly because I was aware of societal issues and negative vibes about this … especially back in the era when I was in my teens … not because of any perceived intolerance of my parents. If anything, one of my faults is I hate letting people down, disappointing them … heck, even to this day, I take complaints about me hard … so I guess I did suppress because of my perceived feeling I would have been letting my family down … but that was me more than them. I’ve always felt I could talk with them about anything. It’s just I didn’t want to talk to them about this !!! 🙂 I think given the same facts, in today’s era, I would have talked to my parents in my early teens.

Then as Satan was wrapping up the conversation … she mentioned I’d be using the bathroom downstairs …

And apparently there was a laugh and the response …

“No need for that … mi casa es su casa.“