I was dating a really lovely girlfriend..Anne ..(not her real name), as I got to know Anne I found myself inventing a macho alpha male history, drawing from my former life prior to
when I began my reasignment. After some weeks I grew increasingly strung out and confused living as this everyman, and knowing without any uncertainty that I was/am Sarah. I put my reassignement on hold in 2004 when things ; peoples attiududes/isolation/no support/illness/stress the list goes on became out of control. The more I portrayed the big tough boyfriend for Anne the more wretched and imploding I felt. One sunday afternoon, I ended the relationship becuase I knew I was living a lie everytime I looked into her eyes, and telling her about Sarah and seeing the dissapointment of betrayal, the lies, and dishonesty would have been unbearable.
I'm single now, I have been for at least 3 years, I go on some dating sites, the women there seem to be primaily attracted to cavemen, I've had a couple of dates, but I think I came across as a gay male. When I think of dating, I am cautious, but I strongly feel that honesty is important.
Lonliness is a powerful motivator, so is the need to feel normal, and experience love. Being transgendered, like many lifestyles that cause one to live on the periphery of society, magnifies the emotion of helplessness and the notion of living in your own divorced enclave.
Like some transgendered people I have been an escort. Having some bicurious house husband treating me as a lady, buyiung me lingerie to wear and fullfulling his (or her) elicit fantasy for an afternoon, its a way of finding
a brief if maladaptive happiness as the woman I am.