Hi, I'm B. I don't know what to call myself. I don't dislike my given male name and have never suffered body dysporia. In fact I've always been glad to have a male body because the operation and maintenance just seems so much easier to me than a female one. What can I say, I'm lazy and selfish.
From a very early age I've been attracted to pretty things. I'm 49 now and for 44 years I ignored my urges to wear dresses, blouses and skirts, paint my nails, try makeup. I grew up in a world where boys didn't do that. It wasn't that my parents were bigots, far from it, I think they just worried about how I'd fit into the world. I learned to ignore the urges and spent many years trying to be "normal". When I finally gave in to the growing need to express the inner me, I felt like a freaky perv until I found this place and was liberated by the truth.
I've since come out to my wife and kids. Kids are 100% supportive and didn't bat an eyelid but my wife is still uncomfortable with my dressing. We've been together over 30 years, I don't know if our marriage will survive but I hope so and I'm sure we will always be friends.
I've always found it as easy to relate to women as men and have firm friendships with both. If I had to pick a label for myself it would be genderqueer. I'm not fluid and feel pretty much the same about my gender all the time. I'm neither and both. I present mostly male to the outside world though my time spent here has given me the courage to dress increasingly ambiguously and I'm starting to get some priceless looks when out and about. I even get a thrill from the disapproving scowls. I actually feel sorry for these people in their ignorance. I get lots of smiles too, which is lovely.
I've prattled on long enough. Thanks for reading. It is a priveledge to be here with all of you. Thanks you for being here.
B