Since I am undergoing interviews regarding this. Might as well archive this.

Friday, 22 June 2007



How tragic would you feel as the interview told you, “I regret to inform you that we cannot accommodate your application unless you want to change your lifestyle”? As if I am a rotten tomato being repulsively thrown away to the trash bin. Five times of hearing this is enough.

I reviewed my CV, it seems that I have prepared it well with high-flying certifications and achievements from my previous schools and volunteer activities. But what’s wrong? It was the time that I realized that sexual discrimination is still existing even for a newly industrialized country such as Philippines.

Weeks have passed trying to regain my confidence back from attune to subtle differentiation. My friends persuaded me to have my hair cut short and change my lifestyle since career-wise, being a transvestite would make it so impossible to grow in the corporate world. The idea spun into my mind trying to figure out the consequences of becoming a man, at least physically. My wardrobe, my makeup, my stilettos, everything that I have invested would become useless.

Nobody knew that I was going to have my hair done, but I was with a close friend since I predicted that I wouldn't stand the sensation of distress as the hairstylist swooshed her razor-like blade onto my silky long hair. Immediately, I shopped for apparel and garments to fill in the large space of my cabinet because I put my “other” clothes into a separate bag.

But I was running out of financial resources. So I applied in a callcenter for a technical support post. I enjoyed working with the company, learned a lot, and working with fun people brings so much happiness, although not wearing my Manolo Blahnik, but from a Marikina-made pair of leather shoes I bought since I needed to go back to basics.

Ive been working out recently. Although I have to exert more effort since the estrogen, metaprogesterone and post anti-testosterone effects are still within my veins... taking steps one by one. I made my cabinet half-filled with the proper clothing I needed to cloak my previous identity. I haven't removed my glamorous shots of my former being in Friendster, but never, I would deny that I was once a princess trapped in a transvestite’s body.

Quoting an excerpt from my G4M/Friendster profile:

You might also wonder why I changed. If you really know me personally, you would know how I transitioned myself into a more acceptable well-being. I had no choice, I thought I could fight the flow and the rush of what's society has been telling me. This might be the weakest decision of my life. I had no regrets, neither be remorseful. Well, at least I have people who supported me. Besides, Ill always be FOXY.

Now, I am back to where I started. Trying to grasp the opportunities of working in a more complex yet judicious world of being employed in a multinational company. People forgive but can never forget.


Mood: Humdrum
Music: Darren Hayes (Spin) - I Miss You
Location: Dining Room

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