This morning, for kicks, I put on one of my girl-cut shirts over my binder... and... well, quite frankly I looked more like a guy wearing that than I do wearing any of my nicer button-down shirts. Flamingly effeminate, yes; but more like a guy.

I guess some days I just can't win.

When the day comes that I mostly pass, I plan on doing the androgyn thing (EDIT: once in a great while), military uniform with pearls etc. if I'm buff enough anyway.  I couldn't have gone on so long as a female without finding just a little satisfaction in it.  I really was born a gay man stuck in a woman's body in so many ways.  I'll probably skip the high heels though. 

lol oh the glorious day when you put on womens clothing and look like a ->-bleeped-<-.  (i mean that in the nicest way possible, seriously, i am one)

personally, im happier as an effeminate guy than i ever was as a girl.

Quote from: Josh on August 17, 2009, 08:33:33 PM
lol oh the glorious day when you put on womens clothing and look like a ->-bleeped-<-.  (i mean that in the nicest way possible, seriously, i am one)

personally, im happier as an effeminate guy than i ever was as a girl.

Amen to that! 

Quote from: Josh on August 17, 2009, 08:33:33 PM
lol oh the glorious day when you put on womens clothing and look like a ->-bleeped-<-. 

This is actually almost exactly what went through my mind when I looked in a mirror. I was like "... christ. I look like a ->-bleeped-<-." and I never use that word, not even in an ironic fashion.

Pity I don't like guys, otherwise I'd probably make a great one