Quote from: Rachael on August 12, 2007, 01:01:24 AM
I was thinking something tonight, why not make this into a game?
Speaking from experience, it can lead to YOU not taking yourself seriously. It's STILL a form of hiding, not totally committing, being half-way. True, it works to get you out there, but it's also difficult to shake once you get used to that crutch.
I hid in androgyny for a long time. But things got to a point where I was being read as a female more often than a male (no matter what I wore), and it just became less awkward to go for it and hope I passed. I WANTED to go fulltime for months before that, but I was too scared to try it until HRT kinda forced my hand.
That's where my
"I'm Kate regardless of what happens!" mantra got started. That's how I survive out there. Busted or not, I'm still Kate. Being read just means someone figured out I was born male... and that's all. It *doesn't* mean that I'm not a "real" woman. Yea, my chromosomes are xy (I think). So what?
People seem to reflect the attitude you bring with you. If you think it's a game, they will too. If you think it's embarassing, they will too. But if you just present yourself matter-of-fact, like it's no big deal, they won't think it's a big deal either.
From
The Turning Tide:
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Then I watched Brothers and Sisters the other night. They apparently had a scene where a gay couple was having dinner, and the one guy kissed the other in front of everyone. Afterwards, the kissed guy made it clear he didn't much like that, making up excuses like him not liking public displays of affection.
The kisser laughed, and told him something like, "Look, YOU have a problem with homophobia, as crazy as that sounds. I bet you're active in the community? I bet you're out to your family. I bet you're even out at work, and they all accept you, don't they? You're comfortable EVERYWHERE with all this... when it's safe... except you're not comfortable IN YOUR OWN SKIN. That's why you don't want to be seen in public as a gay man."
Ouch. I broke down, sobbing, that's just SO me. That's my story, how I've been hiding, scared, afraid to really, truly COMMIT to this.
So monday I said the heck with it. Enough. I just don't CARE anymore. We'd gone shopping saturday and bought tons of super-feminine things, so I threw together a nice outfit, said the heck with the neighbors, and went to work *undeniably* as Kate. No chance of "well, it MIGHT be a feminine male top" or any of that half-hiding nonsense. I parked in the most crowded part of the lot, next to another office. I made my rounds with everyone in the office. It was uneventful, but I didn't KNOW it would be. I proclaimed myself, shrugging with a "Whatever. This is me now" attitude.
The irony is, it was later that day when I dressed so frumpy, not caring about passing anymore... when I got that external validation, lol... and realized I HAVE been getting it all this time. Not that I pass all the time, but it's obviously happening SOME of the time. But I don't think it's going to be my life's goal so much anymore. Something in me has shifted, some tide has turned... and I can't wait to see where it's carrying me now.
~Kate~