I actually knew what my name was going to be more than a decade before I transitioned. The first time I had ever heard it I sort of latched onto it, somehow I never met anyone else with the name (it's not a particularly uncommon name) but it always stuck with me.

So when I started thinking about socially transitioning it was sort of a no-brainer, it felt like my "real" name had been there waiting for me all along. I know that must sound trite and cliche and not at all helpful but it was a really affirming moment in the process for me.

Don't forget a box of those Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches, I'm tired of oatmeal for breakfast.

Great, now I have to duck when I walk in the chat.