Asleep at the Switch...a Gender Problem Unsolved

 

JJ Hart, Mystic Connecticut. 

I am seventy-six years old and totally admit throughout most of my life, I have been asleep while tending to my own gender switch.

I can easily make all the excuses about not having access to any gender information at all growing up, but the fact remains that it was all my own fault. Most certainly, I should have tried something to act upon solving my severe gender dysphoria. Starting most days, not knowing if I was going to be a boy or a girl should have been a huge red flag that sooner or later, I would have to throw my gender switch.

Maybe calling it a switch was my first mistake as my switch turned out to be a one-hundred-amp breaker which threatened to shut down all of my existence if turned off. There was nowhere to turn, and I ended up guarding the breaker as it controlled my existence. It wasn’t until the internet came along did I realize I had choices with my gender dysphoria and more importantly, there were others close to me dealing with the same problems. The only difference was that they did not seem to let on that they had a problem at all. Some were beautiful and effeminate, some were not, but all were making their way through a world I had only dreamed of.

All of you of a certain age may remember who I am talking about. “Virginia Prince” and her “Transvestia” opened up a whole new world for me as did the “Tapestry” publication. Through all of that exciting cross-dressing input came visits to nearby mixers and meeting other transvestites like me in person. Or so I thought so. What I really found was a group of people in various stages of throwing their gender switches. Some had already resorted to throwing a breaker on being a man at all and were preparing for gender realignment surgery and never turn back. Then there were the others who were still desperately hanging on to their fragile manhood by smoking cigars and trying to walk in heels in a dress and cowboy hat. All in the days before “Urban Cowboy” came along and made women in cowboy hats cool.

Through it all, once again I was lost. I did not know if I wanted to throw my switch and hang out with either group, so I stayed to my self as I more or less drifted to the effeminate group in the room. Especially those who continued the party after the mixer by going to a large lesbian dominated dance club. I did not dance but still wanted an opportunity to see if I could still fit in with any group, at all. Finally, I did when I was invited to much smaller diverse parties at an acquaintance’s home in nearby Columbus, Ohio. I was intrigued because I never knew who I was going to meet up with. From cross dresser admirers to the occasional lesbian, they were all there at one time or another. Including the impossibly feminine transsexuals who made an appearance too. Never knowing who I would meet helped me to determine which switch I would throw if I ever had the chance.

As time went on, my hand began to tremble as I reached for the big power breaker which I knew had the power to end life as I knew it. The potential was there to wipe out everything I had worked so hard as a man to accomplish. Throwing my life into a huge blackout.

Once I made it past the biggest mistake I was making, the darkness around my choice began to brighten somewhat. The mistake was I thought just appearing as a ciswoman would clear the path to my dream. When instead, it was just the beginning. To throw the big breaker and end my male life successfully, there would be so much more learning to do which went past just being accepted by the diverse groups I was meeting at the parties I was going to. I would have to sever my ties, hitch up my big girl panties and get out of the gay clubs and into the world.

One thing became increasingly certain as I did it, I could and would be able to leave my past behind and survive in an exciting but so scary new feminine world where I was able to compete successfully one on one with other ciswomen. Once my path head became clear, did I have the courage to follow my dream and live a transfeminine life I always had wanted to live. More importantly, I had fooled with my main breaker with the power on and had never got electrocuted.