Passing Through Customs

 

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Passing through gender customs was one of the most difficult things I have ever done in my life. Relax, this is not another post where I slam the orange pedo/felon tearing down our country as I write...What I mean is, when the time and effort I took to finally blend in with all the ciswomen around became worth it.

 For the longest time, I thought passing customs just meant looking better than the average woman in the world. Then I discovered I needed to be better because I was a transgender woman. I could not get away with wearing no makeup and jeans like the other women around me if I was to pass their inspection. Don’t get me wrong, I did not have to wear heels and hose all the time to make it through customs, I just purchased jean skirts rather than jeans from my local thrift store and did very well with the new fashion I discovered. I was not wearing pants of any sort which I loved and still made it through customs wearing a skirt which flattered my legs.

Then I found wearing a simple skirt rather than pants was the easy part of customs. My first actual experience in passing a checkpoint as a trans woman came when a woman friend invited me to a NFL Football game in Cincinnati. In order to be admitted, I needed to be patted down by another woman who just smiled at me and then checked the extremely small purse I was carrying. She made it quick, smiled at me and let me on my way, terrified and all. By the time I began to breathe again it was game time, and I had other less scary distractions such as when and how I was going to use the women’s restroom. The whole evening really gave me confidence in my new self and how my future as a transgender woman could look.

Of course, I would be remiss if I did not bring up the most important point of all when I needed to actually talk and communicate with the other ciswomen who were inspecting me. The worst part was I was really shy and had put off any practice I could with my voice and eye contact. For the sake of repetition, I have always referred to the process of communication as being able to play in the girl’s sandbox. To make my life easier, I did my best to make sure there were as few girls as possible in the sandbox when I played in case something went wrong, and I needed to escape. Fortunately, I never did and was allowed to play.

For what they are worth, my words of wisdom are, when you start your journey in the world as a transfeminine person, always assume you will be going through customs of some sort. Women are always examined by other women from head to toe and by men also. So, get ready. It was a world which I was not used to because as a man, I rarely if ever, looked at what other men were wearing. On the other hand, women will notice what you are wearing if you can’t pass customs. Try not to be intimidated and enjoy the process as much as you can. It is what you signed up for.

It is also a positive if you can go through the process of having your legal gender markers changed. I had most of mine done years ago when I had not made the transition from transgender woman to trans woman senior citizen. I was more worried about being pulled over while I was driving and not having an ID which did not say female on it. Plus, not that it matters so much here in fascist Ohio, this year, the heavily manipulated legislature is trying to circumvent any gender markers on ID’s a person may have. Which means, as I understand it, in the future, I could be confronted and harassed by the authorities for simply using the restroom. Customs passing is getting harder and harder around here.

I read many posts and experiences from transgender women and men who are confronted when they have tried to pass customs, and it is not pleasant. In fact, it has led many to resort to measures such as genital realignment surgery to make them feel whole in their chosen gender. I myself, for various reasons, have not resorted to any surgeries, mainly because I am fortunate to have found many supportive allies over the years, I could surround myself with. More than anything else, they gave me courage when I needed to pass through gender customs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jocks and Dresses

 

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As a youth growing up, I found myself embracing the world of sports to cover up any lingering feelings of wanting to be a girl. Plus, being a jock of any kind helped keep the bullies away when I needed it the most. Why would they think a defensive end on the football team would ever want to be feminine in any way?

Little did they know, the time I spent longingly looking over to watch the cheerleaders practice was much more than admiring their short skirts and tight tops. My desire was in no way sexual; I did not desire any of the cheerleaders that way, I just wanted to be them. Happily, my cover worked and to the outside world I appeared to be a “normal” boy with normal hobbies such as sports and cars.  

It was my rendition of having my own gay beard as described here on “Wikipedia”: “Often, the term was used in the early to mid-20th century, used by homosexual individuals to conceal one's sexual orientation through the disguise of a heterosexual relationship.” I was not gay but needed sports to conceal the fact I was a cross dresser. My “beard” worked and got me through school very much unscathed. My gender closet was secured.

I was able to play football until I was hurt twice in my junior year and there was no place on the team for an injured slow defensive end and no matter how much dreaming I did, I could never make it as a cheerleader either.

Along the way, my love of sports became ingrained in me as much as the desire to be a transgender woman. If I can describe the love of sports I had, it was like a big set of luggage I was carrying from one gender to another when I needed to figure out what I could take with me.

It was about that time in my life when I was leaving my gender closet and looking around, that I began to see other women who shared my passion for sports. Just maybe, I could drop my beard and bring along what could be one of the most important pieces of baggage I had in life. If I was careful, and set myself up of success, it could quite conceivably be me as the woman at the bar watching her favorite team on one of the big screens. While I would not be a jock in a dress, I could be one in a football jersey.

Even better was when I was able to befriend a couple other cisgender women who were sports fanatics like me. We would get together often to watch games and harass each other when our team lost. It all led me to one of my proudest moments when I was invited to a NFL Monday Night football game in Cincinnati. I was still quite new to the world as a transfeminine person, so I was very scared, but I accepted her invitation to go. I had made the big time in my quest to have brought my passion for sports with me into my transgender world. Except for my team losing, I ended up having a great time and the whole experience really built my confidence in my new life.

While I never became exactly a jock in a dress, I did become one in makeup, leggings and boots. All along, I had my doubts about where my journey would take me and how I could get there. But I never missed most of the male baggage I needed to leave behind as I embraced the transgender future I was looking at. Maybe I was fortunate in that the world around me was catching up to an expanded role for women in the world as I was entering it. Whatever the case, it made my transition so much easier.

Also, I did not do it by myself, I had women friends to show me the way. They just happened to share many of the same interests I did. I mention them a lot, but I would feel bad if I didn’t give credit where credit is due.

Plus, from the comments I receive, I know I am not alone in utilizing sports to use as a “beard” in your life to cover up your gender issues. I remember one comment from a reader saying she used football shoulder pads to cover up the gynecomastia breast growth they went through early in life. Proving for many of us experiencing gender issues, hiding them can take many paths.