I can't figure myself out sometimes. When I think I really do have myself figured out, and am well on the way to where I want to be, something comes along and knocks me back into confusion again. For example. The advice that follows? Not only do I wholeheartedly believe it and give similar advice to others, I genuinely felt it as true of me.
Quote from: Thundra on July 12, 2007, 06:48:06 PMIf you have to pass as something, than it means that you are not that thing, because you are trying to pretend that you are that thing, and actively working to prevent people from knowing that you are not that thing. If you have to think about "it," you are not "it." Mature women do not wake up and think about whether they are a woman that day. They are a woman. Teenage girls wake up and wonder about how to be seen as a grown up woman, and vice versa boys and men.
And then just when I was starting to feel really secure as described above, I try to talk with others and in comparison with them, I realize I was nowhere near what they are describing, and start to spiral down into the pit of gloom again, wondering just how badly have I deluded myself this time.
I was so happy I was making progress, but then in perspective I see others who have been hugely successful at it, and not only does my progress appear teeny tiny in comparison, they rub it in by belittling me for daring to presume I could be in the same league as them.
QuoteSee, in the lesbian world, in the world of dykes, and in the greater world community, many women would not fit your popular caricature of what a woman should look like, be like, behave like. The whole idiom of passing is based on a barbie doll mentality. It's high schoolish.
I am having a hard time getting what you mean by this, in the light of what was said by others in this thread... when no one knows your natal sex... when they can't believe you used to be male, for example... from very un-Barbie looking girls. They are using the whole idiom of passing too, but Barbie has nothing to do with what they're talking about.
QuotePassing is only going to be important to you until you become comfortable in your own skins, until you are allowed to let your personality grow, and until you are confident in the women and men that you are. Eventually, you go on with your lives and all of this bookish obsession with definitions and what is basically peer pressure will all fade away, just like for non-transitioning kids.
I believe this wholeheartedly... I was feeling so comfortable in my own skin! A few months ago, I walked into a women's club, walked right up to a table of old ladies, introduced myself, and asked if I could join them, so they invited me to sit with them. I know really well by now how it feels when people read you as trans, but ignore it to be polite. I did not feel that this time, the vibes I got from them told me I was not being read as trans. I was simply
being a woman because I know that's who I am. I wondered if it was because they were elderly, but I could tell the difference from before, and it felt like they took it for granted I was a natal woman same as them. Because through and through I
felt I was doing nothing more than living my genuine womanhood, not acting or pretending or anything.
I went to a mall for a makeover a couple weeks ago, and afterwards walking around with a girlfriend, I noticed a distinct difference from when I first started presenting in public. I used to get stares everywhere I went and had long since become inured to it. Now, no one gave me a second glance. No double takes. It meant I wasn't being clocked. The difference was unmistakable. We went to shop in a women's clothing store, trying on things and coming out to show her, and I just felt exactly in my element, not faking it, finally just being the real me and loving it.
So why do I feel so discouraged, like all the progress I've made so far is nothing compared to the successes that girls here relate... and when I express my confidence they belittle me and show me how I am nowhere near their league...
QuoteOf everyone here, I feel that Melissa has the best handle on "it." Concentrate on being you, and being happy being you, and the rest, you will find, does not matter a whit. Until then, you will all continue in your own version of teenage angst.
I sincerely believe that what you have said is the truth, and what's more I sincerely believed I was living out the truth of it in my life, and making it work for me. I wasn't faking it or trying to make myself believe it, I simply felt the truth of it and felt that I was there already. So why am I feeling so discouraged now? None of this makes sense to me sometimes. Right now I don't understand anything any more. Was I just deluding myself? If so, what is real? How will I ever know what is real? I don't know any more.