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When you jump from one of the main binary genders to the other. In my case of course it meant leaving all my hard-earned male privileges behind and move into a largely unknown world.
The risk was tremendous the farther I went along. Mainly because
I was accumulating an increasingly amount of male baggage. Such as family,
house and good job. At the same time, I was perfecting my transfeminine
appearance, which encouraged me to move forward in the world. To be sure, I was
involved in being tested with a double-edged sword. Or which way should I go? I
spent many wasted hours trying to obsess over my future, which was still very vague.
At that point I did not even know if I could even exist in a fully
transfeminine world. On nights I was accepted by the public, gender euphoria told
me I could. Then, on the nights I was rejected by the public, I thought there
was no way I could ever live my dream, and it would remain just that…a dream. A dream which never would go away.
Through it all, the idea of risking all my existence
remained with me and naturally scared me to my bones. I was hiding away my biggest
secret and even though I did internalize it well, it was a drain on my mental health.
Which is a side story I tell often because it is something I think more
transgender women and trans men can learn from. At least I hope so.
Something else, I don’t think the average person understands
about us, is this is not a casual joke to us, and we just cannot stop putting on
a dress on a whim. We are ready to risk it all to live an authentic life as our
true selves. Free from our closets. The problem was at the end of a day out,
most of us must go back to our old unwanted male selves (or female selves for
trans men). For me, it was always a heart-breaking experience as I tried
desperately to maintain my male façade for my wife and work. The only alternative I had was to attempt to
live part of my life as a trans woman and the other half as a macho man. It tore
me up.
The entire process just became worse and worse when I began
to carve out an all-new life in a feminine world. The more success I felt, the
less I wanted to go back to my old life and began to research the prospect of
living my lifetime dream. In fact, all I can remember all I really wanted to be
when I was young was, I wanted to be a woman. Which of course, I needed to keep
to myself. I was miserable as I felt as if I was the only boy in the world who
felt that way. It took me years to learn I was not the only male in the world
who wanted to be female and was prepared to take the risk to do it.
I was able to find a couple of real live acquaintances who
took the risk, almost, so I could judge what it meant for me if I decided to
follow in their footsteps. I say almost because one the transsexual women I
knew was a very attractive retired firefighter in Columbus, Ohio and had a very
good pension to live on. The other trans woman I knew was even more attractive
in her own right and a very accomplished electrical engineer and would always
find a job. I had a good job but not one which would carry over to a gender
transition. So, I had much more to consider, not to mention neither of the
women I mentioned were in a serious spousal relationship and I was. Right in
the middle of a twenty-five-year marriage. I would later come to know how
similar yet drastically different our transgender community is.
The pressure I was feeling to take the final risk continued
to build. Aided by the success I was having in dealing with the public, I was
encouraged to take the final risk in my life. At this point, destiny stepped in
to show me the way. My two major stopping points were my second wife and what I
would do for an income after I transitioned.
My wife tragically died, leaving me with one to speak of to
object to me leaving my old life behind and beginning a new one. Then, by that
time, I was in reach of being able to retire on early Social Security income
plus what I could sell online. In many ways, the lightning did come right before
the rain for me and then the sun came out. When it did, I could see my dream
life had arrived and I could live how I wanted to.
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