"A" is for?
Androgyny is the "A" word for this post. Lets toss out all the buzz words: transgender, transsexual and cross dresser.
I wasn't ever sure if I would ever get to-or past this part of the alphabet.
Depending on how you view it, I was never blessed or cursed with being androgynous.
These days I'm staring the first letter square in the face.
You all know how much I have been whining about this hot & humid summer in my part of the world. I guess I could call it "Hormones meet Heat"!
On the positive side is the feminine skin upgrade I'm experiencing. I have never been particuarly angular so the skin changes are an even bigger appearance positive.
On the negative side is wearing a wig in this weather just torches me.
Today was cookout day with a friend who has seen me both ways but embraces my feminine side. So hormones+heat+wig=melt and extreme discomfort. The high temp was 97 and I don't even want to know what the heat index was. I had two choices be a guy and more comfortable or do my total normal makeover and be miserable under the wig and makeup. What was I to do? What choice did I have?
Well, one thing is certain with me. When and if I get banged around enough, sooner or later I do wake up.
My solution was the simple one I had been running from as fast as my slow self could: Androgyny.
I set all my crutches aside and went for it.
I shaved, tied my hair back into a pony tail and stuck it through the hole in the back of my ball hat. I threw on a pair of female jeans a sleeveless top and flats. Makeup? Just some eyeshadow and lip liner.
I was ready to to check the almighty mirror goddess.
Actually (if the truth be known) the person looking back at me answered a huge question. This was the new me in the not so distant future. Like any woman of course I would have a chance to dress up but this was me dressed down and it worked.
The bottom line is the experience fueled my enthusiasm even more for the future!
I wasn't ever sure if I would ever get to-or past this part of the alphabet.
Depending on how you view it, I was never blessed or cursed with being androgynous.
These days I'm staring the first letter square in the face.
You all know how much I have been whining about this hot & humid summer in my part of the world. I guess I could call it "Hormones meet Heat"!
On the positive side is the feminine skin upgrade I'm experiencing. I have never been particuarly angular so the skin changes are an even bigger appearance positive.
On the negative side is wearing a wig in this weather just torches me.
Today was cookout day with a friend who has seen me both ways but embraces my feminine side. So hormones+heat+wig=melt and extreme discomfort. The high temp was 97 and I don't even want to know what the heat index was. I had two choices be a guy and more comfortable or do my total normal makeover and be miserable under the wig and makeup. What was I to do? What choice did I have?
Well, one thing is certain with me. When and if I get banged around enough, sooner or later I do wake up.
My solution was the simple one I had been running from as fast as my slow self could: Androgyny.
I set all my crutches aside and went for it.
I shaved, tied my hair back into a pony tail and stuck it through the hole in the back of my ball hat. I threw on a pair of female jeans a sleeveless top and flats. Makeup? Just some eyeshadow and lip liner.
I was ready to to check the almighty mirror goddess.
Actually (if the truth be known) the person looking back at me answered a huge question. This was the new me in the not so distant future. Like any woman of course I would have a chance to dress up but this was me dressed down and it worked.
The bottom line is the experience fueled my enthusiasm even more for the future!
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