Quote from: Lori on November 28, 2006, 09:34:54 PM
Another thing I think about is I was always attracted to feminity since I was five or six years old. I would steal panties and bras and panty hose and makeup and wear them and i would have this feeling come over me of comfort. It was slight excitement but I think the more proper word would be happiness or joy. Maybe normalcy feels like that? I am not sure.
Quote from: Tinkerbell
I knew I was not a boy, and everyone who came in contact with me noticed that I had a very feminine demeanor. I never tried to be girlish on purpose, you know; it was just the way I was... I was simply me and everyone confused me for a girl although I tried very hard to act like a boy.
And these seem to be the two main tracks this thing takes, one or the other.
And darn it, I can't relate to EITHER. Not really.
I never really focused much on the stuff associated with being female... the feminine clothes and jewelry, or even the games and toys and easybake ovens. And acting feminine? Oh I dunno, I suppose so in my introverted way, but no one ever thought I WAS a girl once past my earliest years. Everyone told me I was a boy, so I figured I was... just a really messed-up boy who longed to be a girl for some reason.
I was just so darn focused on wanting that LIFE. To have been BORN that way, to grow up that way, to be accepted and treated as a girl. The clothing and games and "feminine things..." sure, they were appealing, but not quite the point. I didn't really notice them, I was too busy thinking about the girl-ness behind it all. I never looked at a girl and thought,
"Wow, I wonder what I'd look like wearing that skirt?" I'd look at her and think,
"That should have been MY life." Yes, that *included* wearing and doing feminine things, but it was the overall life experience that I so, so deperately wanted. I wanted to BE cute and adorable, but not necessarily want to ACT cute and adorable. I wanted to feel sexy and alluring, but I didn't specifically crave to wear sexy clothes. I so desperately needed to be seen and perceived as a girl, but NOT because of what I wore or did, but because of who I AM, inside, somewhere, somehow in some annoyingly impossible, screwed-up, impossible way.
Even now, I'm not so sure transitioning is really going to do much for me. It's kind of too late, I missed my life already. I'm trying, I really am, but... what I really need is a Do Over, and that's just not happening. My soul may be female, my body increasingly female, but my life... my experiences... will they ever be? THAT's what I've needed since I was born, but... I just don't know. I can't erase the fact that I was born male, raised as a male, and expected to BE a male.
And I just don't know if I can ever erase those expectations from the eyes of everyone around me.