I arrived in Provincetown last night, tired and fighting a cold.

Tonight, I’m at Bayside Betsy’s bar listening to cheesy Olivia Newton-John tunes like “If you love me let me know, if you don’t then let me go…” and Neil Diamond, and drinking a very delicious Ginger Collins – a Tom Collins with a kick of ginger – very good.

I expect that tomorrow, I will go over to the Fantasia Fair registration office and say hello to those I know and tell them that I’d like to maybe have lunch with them a couple of times and attend a few of their shows, but that I won’t be registering for the conference or attending any of the galas or seminars.

Last year, I was excited to participate in everything and meet everyone. This year, my intention is to chill out, rest, and think about my future as this dual-gendered person. I am so much more comfortable as Janie than I was last year, and I am so much closer to knowing who I am and what I want.

Being both male and female is intoxicating and a great deal of fun for me!

A girl came over to me and my GF and struck up a conversation. She was tossing around the idea of proposing to her girlfriend this very night and was seeking our support. But the conversation soon turned to who or what Janie was.

She asked me if I am like this all year long and I explained to her, “Yeah! I’m not always a girl, but I’m sometimes a girl all the time.” (And, that’s the beautiful truth.)

That seemed to throw her a bit. She looked at my GF and said, “But she’s a man in bed, though.”

“Not always.”

“Huh?”

My GF laughed, knowingly. She was undoubtedly annoyed at these inappropriate questions and was totally screwing with her, but in her own quiet, subtle way.

We thought that would be the end of it, but she persisted. More next time (and the best is yet to come)…