Hi All,
Had a heart to heart with my best friend last night. She knows I am an androgyne, knows I cross dress (well, you know what I mean), knows all my fantasies and desires. I think she knows more about me that I do myself sometimes.
She made a comment that has been buzzing around my head all day. She asked where my masculinity went.
I know it's still there. It pops it head out for a while every day. I also know my femininity has used this past year to make up for lost time. I'm struggling with where is the balance. I thought I knew, and wasn't worried, yet why does this question haunt me?
I know my guy side, most of the time, is kind and thoughtful, and thus is letting my gal side have her time. It still seems to be a question of what do I want and where would I like to end up? I know now that I will never be happy suppressing my femininity. I also know that I would never be happy living as a full-time woman as there is too much "guy" in me for that.
I guess the best I can hope for is reaching the place where I am free to express how I feel at the time, be it womanly or manly or, most of the time, a little of each. Sadly, the world is just not ready for a person with a beard who wears shorts showing their shaved legs and bright red toenails. They also have strange looks when the eyeshadow and mascara are occupying the same face as the beard.
So, shave off the beard, you say. You did, at least once, for your avatar picture, what is the problem?
I'm struggling with that one too. Part of me knows it would be easier to go out in public en femme or en mixed(?). My vanity pipes in and reminds me that I have a very bad overbite and the beard makes me appear to have a chin. I also know that I am using the beard as an anchor to keep me from going too fast, but the last thing I want to do is become the obvious guy in a dress. I'm not that strong.
Still...its probably coming off near the end of the month. I've got a week's vacation and the prospect of going to another town and living en femme full-time for a few days has been calling to me as a siren's song calls to lonely sailors at sea. (Frickin poetic, ain't it?)
Still, I am proud of my masculinity. It has served me well, and will continue to do so for remainder of my days. In no way do I want to deny it or make it second best. As I've discovered over this past year, the same can be said of my femininity.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for out of this post, but the question was driving me crazy. I wrote this as much to help sort it out as to share my questions and see what y'all had to say. Has anyone else struggled with questions like this, and if so, how have you dealt with it?
Thanks.....Laurie