Monday, January 28, 2019

"Mo" Military

In reply to our Cyrsti's Condo discussion about serving in the military, Connie mentioned her deceased brother in law (who served in the infantry) didn't hold it against her for not serving. To that, Michelle replied:
  1. "Connie, as your Brother in law said you had nothing to feel guilty about not serving. It's people like the Rump that has to apologize. As for outing yourself, unless you had documentation (something that was really hard to get back then) you might have been looked at as just another individual that was trying to get out of serving. I watched a guy wearing women's underwear get accepted because he didn't have a note from his doctor. Just a little background on me, my number was 72 in 1970 but I joined to at least give myself a little choice in how I would serve. I also joined because of the thought that the military would make a man out of me and end my GD. I can honestly state that it didn't chance anything except my choice in clothing during my on duty time.

    As Cyrsti discovered, the down the road benefits would come in handy. I am fully covered for medical by the VA and have discovered many of the benefits from service organizations that most would not qualify for."
  2. I was engaged at the time Michelle and my fiance basically gave me the was her or the Army, She knew of my cross dressing at the time, so she fully expected me to try to get out of serving by telling them I was a cross dresser and even possibly gay. My number was 27, and I was not in any position to try to get a doctor's excuse.  It was not as easy as walking into the draft board in drag. 
  3. Although I didn't labor under the impression military service would "make me a man", I did hope the whole experience would decrease my dysphoria and make me more macho to the outside world.  No, it didst decrease my dysphoria but the macho part worked. 
  4. FYI, Michelle is no relation (I don't think) but thanks for the comment!


  1. I wasn't under the impression that going to Vietnam would man me up, either. I was, at that time, successfully suppressing my feminine self, assuming that it was never to return. I had already learned how to show the world the man (the man I had concluded I was supposed to be).

    The enemy I would have faced in battle was lesser than the enemy I battled from within. I thought (and still think) that I would have made a good soldier, but I also would have been a dead one. The same false bravado I was exhibiting in my effort to suppress my femininity would have been amped up on the battlefield. Even if I had somehow managed to avoid being killed, the experience would have broken me emotionally - walking dead. Some hero/sum zero, so to speak.