I Am a Crossdresser
I am a crossdresser. I didn't choose to be a crossdresser. Crossdressing chose me. I don't hate my body (well...except for the last 25 pounds). I don't want to change my sex. I don't dress because it is a sexual thrill. I don't dress as a prelude to having sex with members of my own gender. I dress as an outward manifestation of who I am inside.
I am a crossdresser. I am your neighbor and I might be your friend. I mow my yard and rake my leaves. I put my dog in at night so his barking won't disturb you. I come over with a set of jumper cables when your car won't start. I talk in funny voices to make your children laugh. I hold the door open for ladies, men, and children. I call the 16 year old girl at Burger King "Maam". I pay my taxes and honor my word.
I am a crossdresser. I don't judge you for how you look or where you are from. I live by the Golden Rule and treat you like I hope you will treat me. I close my eyes when I pray. I sing songs from the church hymnal, songs by the Beatles, and songs by Johnny Cash with equal fervor (and usually a half note flat).
I am a crossdresser. I am not restrained by society's ideal of what is masculine and feminine. Much of the softness of femininity remains with me even when I am solely in men's clothing. I am more patient with others. I can be cooperative rather than competitive. When my child's dog died, I could hold my son in my arms and give him comfort and then later, take a shovel to dig a grave in the hard, dry summer soil of our backyard. I have tried to combine the best attributes of both man and woman.
I am a crossdresser. I am your neighbor, your friend, your employer, your client, your teammate and any other person you might know. If I have told what I am, I have entrusted you with a secret which few know. There are many who would do me harm simple because of what I am. I am not ashamed, but still, I must be careful in sharing my secret.
I am a crossdresser and all I want to be is who I am.