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As a transgender woman or a transgender man do you ever think you are worthy of all the contortions you put yourself through to arrive at your dream goal. What gives you the right to challenge one of a human’s most sacred basics, the gender you were supposedly born with.
To make matters worse, you have the orange felon in
Washington (and his followers) oversimplifying any idea of a gender spectrum
saying there are just men and women. When we know there is no such thing
because we live it every day. Many of us (including me) wondered for the longest
time if we are worth the time to try to handle such a inner spirit which was
called a dual spirit by quite a few ancient cultures before the white Puritans
got ahold of our society. Forget about being held up to be honored for our
knowledge of the world, we became scorned. But that is not the subject of this
post, I want to try to talk about us.
The first time when I truly faced the problem of being
worthy enough to think of myself as a transgender woman was when I started to
attend regular girl’s night out functions and still felt as if I was some sort
of an outsider. Or, I had a strong case of impostor syndrome setting in. It
took me awhile to get used to where I was behind the gender curtain, feel like
I deserved to be there as much as the next woman and relaxed and started to
enjoy myself. As I write about often, at this point in my life I had my second
wife and male self-fighting me as hard as they could to keep me male and hurt
my chances of ever achieving my dream of living as a complete transfeminine
person. Without the guilt I felt and had no impostor syndrome.
What kept me going through all the resistance I was feeling
was the whole femininization process felt so natural. Even with the day my wife
could had left me behind in the small Cleveland, Ohio tavern venue we were visiting
as two women before we went to a transgender-cross dresser social mixer. What
happened was, we were sitting at the bar enjoying a drink when a good-looking
man on a Harley motorcycle pulled up outside, came in and sat next to my wife
and started a conversation. For the first time in my life, I felt powerless to
do anything about what I was about to go through if the man offered my wife a
ride on his Harley. In addition, my wife played her hand for all it was worth
before she decided to not go with him leaving me behind. With no male privileges
to protect me. I was taught quite the lesson about female-to-female competition
when it came to men and would I ever be worthy enough to compete. Don’t be
fooled into thinking that women don’t compete as much as men. They do, just on
a different level of intensity at different times.
It literally took me years to accomplish what I wanted to,
but I did feel I had the confidence to stand up for myself as a trans woman. In
other words, I finally had been able to put the total package together on my
trip out of the mirror and into the world. It felt good until I found I was not
there yet and was not worthy of feeling secure in calling myself a proud
transgender woman. I wanted to be more; I just wanted to be worthy of just
being the me I always dreamed I could be. I wanted to be able to compete the
next time my wife encountered a man she was attracted to for his attention on
an equal footing. Sadly, I never could before she passed away.
To be worthy for me, also took the work of several friends I
always mention who taught me so much about being a woman in the world. Primarily
in the area of dealing with me. Being lesbians, they taught me I did not need a
man’s attention to validate my being in the world. And I was no worse for wear
after leaving the men’s club for good and greener pastures with feminine
privileges such as the basic freedom to see the world like me. Being allowed to
express my emotions when I needed to be a prime example.
Are you worthy can only be answered by you. I know from
reading the comments I get, many of you are taking the cautious exploration
methods that I took on the path to my gender goals. The method I took was certainly
much slower than just tearing the bandage off saying to the world, here I am. Sometimes
I wondered what that would have been like when I considered trying it as early
as when I was discharged from the Army. Before I had the chance to start
building any sort of male life at all. Naturally, the world was much different
back in the 1970’s, early 80’s when I was discharged so I will never know what
my life would have been like. All I do know was my initial exploration into
coming out to my mom were dismal failures and I probably would have been disowned
by my family.
Also, it is never too late to think of yourself as being worthy
of going behind the other gender curtain. Male to female or female to male, it doesn’t
matter. The trip is amazingly the same according to readers such as “Alex” who
is a female to male transgender man. The only stable idea is the longer you
wait, the more likely you are to build up more gender baggage which you will
have to decide what to do with. Who knows, maybe you can find others around you
who enjoy the same hobbies and interests that you do. Which is what happened to
me.
The only way you can know if you feel worthy is to try.
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