Leiandra
QuoteMaybe that springs from "The way I feel isn't normal, there has to be something wrong with me, I'm a freak!" And, because of these feelings of shame, or awkwardness, denial... what have you, an attempt is made to 'rectify' that by adhering vehemently to the stereotypes of the physical gender you have to deal with in the hopes that it will somehow shake you out of these feelings and this growing knowledge that you aren't who you appear to be.
Thus, other people see you as 'one of the lads' or 'one of the girls' because that's who you're trying to be, in order to convince yourself that there's nothing wrong.
Maybe for some people, it is a role played to fool society, but for others it's a role played to fool oneself.
As a kid growing up I spent most of my time playing with girls and only had a few select guy friends. I was raised by my mom along with my sister and pretty well everything that needed done around the house was equally shared.
I believe my mom suspected something was different about me, and I don't think no amount of play acting can fool a mom, but the mom may choose to deny the truth, even possibly vehemently in atempt to protect the child they love from a cruel and ignorant lot that is called the general run of society.
She did catch me dressing up on a couple of different occasions but just walked away quietly not saying anything. What could she do back then in the 60's? Where could she go to discus such a dilemma with. Especially back then where it was rumored they would lock you up and throw away the key, cheeeeeez wizzzz and if they didn't legalise which burning again. Well those fears certainly lent a lot to keeping me in the closet about things for a good many years.
But even then I would go to friends place and end up preferring to sit and have a conversation with their wives. Up until then I don't think I worked very hard at being anything else except the one who resided within. Most places where I went were where there were gatherings of women.
It wasn't until in later years that I began to put on the act of being just as macho as the rest of the guys just so that I would fit in, where I thought I had to fit in if I wanted to live a normal life. It nearly cost me my life a few times playing those stupid games of proving I was just as much a man as they were game. When I got to the age of 32 I figured it was time for me to start a family before I got to old. Worst mistake I could have ever made. six years of hell playing the devils advocate, and the rest is another long story.
Cindy