I guess I dress like a woman because its me. That's not to say that I am not conflicted about it. Being born in the 40's when men had to appear to be men and women had to appear to be women your physical body stamped who you had to appear to be. Absolutes ruled. Right was right and wrong was wrong. There were boundaries you did not cross. The gender boundary was one of the strongest ones. In the 60's relativity got into the high school texts then life became "it depends and if it feels good and doesn't hurt any one its ok" ruled. I was in high school then. I wanted to be effeminate, I needed to be effiminate, but I couldn't cross the line. After all Rock Hudson and Raymond Burr and Randoff Scott were ladies men. What's a girl to do, especially if your body was more similar to theirs. I had to comform, didn't they.
It wasn't til the ninety's that I had to be free, I had to be me. Now bras are my norm and panties adorn my form. And when ever I go out I leave my breasts at home, but oh how I miss them. You see in my emotional country boundaries still conflict me, even so my nails are pink and my ears are adorned and a bra embrases my form and my panties feel warm, because maleness is not for me, even if that's what others see, inside I am feeling free.
That's because what I think about me is all I can change and if others don't see it that's of no concern to me.
Luv,
Michelle