I think if I were to say I was living a lie then I would have been fully aware, for the past 33 years, of what was going on with me. I think I was living as genuinely as I knew how, keeping myself distracted with music, photography, books and writing. I never really put on a facade of masculinity or some male gender role. I've just been Me the best I knew how as I slowly tried to figure out what my underlying identity was.
I always hated male pronouns and compliments like "handsome", but I just ignored them, that is, until I started relating more to an androgynous state of being. I would say I was "a sentient being inhabiting a vessel" as I really didn't identify as male or female in stereotypical fashion. I was always far more emotionally sensitive and more "effeminate" than what was accepted, and I was repeatedly accused of being gay in hostile ways (i.e. ->-bleeped-<-, homo, etc.) until the point where I actually had to question it, myself. Nope, I definitely had no attractions like that, so what the heck was going on?
I started becoming highly fascinated by androgyny like Placebo's
Brian Molko, thinking I wanted to look like that. Still, the concept of transgender was nowhere to be found. Also, I've always been more attracted to women who were more often lesbian or just more aggressive. So, here I was... not into guys, but attracted to girls who had boyish personalities. I was eventually starting to really believe that I was, as the phrase goes,
a lesbian trapped in a male body. My brain had taken a freakish turn in development giving me the neurological makeup of a gay female.
I know the ->-bleeped-<- crowd would love to try to deconstruct that into some kind of fetish, but I've never been a sexual person. I've been with less than 10 people sexually, all of them monogamous relationships. A couple of them became very frustrated with me for not wanting to get it on regularly. So, how could I possibly be autogynephelic if I am not aroused by any of this? I simply know who I am now and what needs to be done.
I've read that if cis men were to take HRT they would become very uncomfortable and dysphoric. Well, I can safely say that I am not a cis male. HRT has been a blessing.
So, I wasn't living a lie; I was just living in oblivion until I finally learned what transgender means. At first, I thought I could just identify as genderqueer, but that wasn't satisfactory. I had to get away from any chance of being referred to with male pronouns. My friends are now using female pronouns with me and for the first time I'm not quietly cringing. The only way I could live a lie, at this point, would be to stop transitioning. That's just not going to happen.