Moving forward ... here I sit, in stockings, a skirt, makeup, a bra, and a wig (I'm mostly bald.). This is not what I routinely do. Well, I should qualify that my partner is only recently working nights, so there you are. When the cat is away ...
Looking down at my legs and my skirt, I feel a certain ease come over me. Feel the hair fall over the sides of my face, the same. I know these things are female only because society says so, but these are things that are ONLY for women, by and large, as is the bra, that feels therapeutic around my chest.
Look, if I was reading all of this, I'd say, "Girl, you live the way you know you should ... rock those stockings and DANCE!" Being me? I know that my girlfriend is coming home in a few hours. I know I'll have my makeup wiped up by then. I know she'd leave me if I was to embrace that I am female.
But is it really that I AM female, or a man with preferences that exceed the boundaries of what we're told is right? DAMNIT, I like the feel of my feet with my hand in these stockings, but what if it's all a fantasy?
The reality of this is not lost of me. I'm writing this, knowing what you'll think, and I understand. I'm in denial, right?
And perhaps it is. Perhaps I'm in denial of the fact that I am a woman. Or, perhaps, I'm running from something, as I always do when confronted with danger, and I'm running to a safe place of changing everything in my life (smh). That is entirely possible.
Please, if you have had similar feelings, tell me about them.