Looking back...Again

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Rumor has it October is my birthday month and this year I am coming as close as I can  to being seventy five years old without actually being there.

As I am not really in the habit of celebrating anything but my milestone birthdays, so this year is not really in that category, yet. 

Even still this year for my birthday I find myself looking back at how I lived my life, good and bad. As I reminisce, the first thing I always encounter is how long I waited to let the world in to my true self. In other words was waiting until my early sixties until I came out to the world as a transgender woman. The time just felt right for me for several different reasons. The first being my life as a three days a week cross dresser just wasn't cutting it and I was becoming increasingly frustrated with attempting to live a life between two of the main binary genders. I felt as if I was being completely torn apart when I did it. 

I also felt as if I had taken my unwanted male existence and made the best of it for as long as I could and it was time to let it all go. During my male life I had achieved such milestones as fathering a child, completing an education, serving in the military and holding down a good job. And, maybe most importantly, my body had given me a healthy life to work with. To this day, the only operation I have undergone was having my tonsils removed. Most certainly, good health is the key to a good life. 

Perhaps, as I look back, I was a user when it came to my male life and a taker when I transitioned into a feminine world. When I made it into my sixties, I had used up most all of the male privilege life had to offer and it was time for a change. If you want to fault me for feeling this way, I plead guilty as I played the best I could the gender cards I was played. During my life, on occasion, I did gamble on moving and job changes to advance my male life, what I didn't gamble on was when I decided to complete my male to female gender transition. What I did do was explore every facet of the possibility I could live my dream and exist as my feminine self. I went out into many areas of the world to see how I was accepted and in most cases came back with a positive response.

Also, I know in some circles, waiting so long to trnasition makes me less transgender than others consider themselves to be.  I can only say, the past I lived and survived in was a different world than the one today.  Plus, I can care less what anybody says about me except my wife and daughter. With the outside world bringing all the pressure on the trans community politically, it is time to put petty differences behind us and go forward together. 

Perhaps the benefit of age can give us a better look around and not focus on the red hatted crazies who still support a former president.  But on a positive note, it is always good to put another year behind me and always hope for better in the year to come. 

Is Seeing Believing?

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 Many cross dressers or novice transgender women and trans men spend a majority of their time living in their mirror. Many because they don't feel secure in totally leaving their gender closets and checking out the world. I know I spent years over respecting whatever the mirror was telling me. I would think I looked extremely good, then immediately get laughed at when I gathered the courage to go out the door. I learned the hard way the mirror was lying to me. 

Once I did learn looking good in the mirror wasn't my primary goal, my life changed. Instead of the mirror the public became my focus in judging how successful my feminine presentation was becoming or, how far I still needed to go to be successful in my gender dreams. Once I started to begin to communicate one on one with other women, I began to see in their eyes and actions how I was doing. The whole experience of stepping out of the mirror and into the world was at once exciting and terrifying. But everytime I felt as if I failed, I picked myself back up and decided to try, try again. 

Along the journey also, I learned there were so many different kinds of women. Some were attractive and had their own sort of extra special passing privilege and others needed to work harder on their hidden strengths to get by. I finally concluded being the most attractive woman in the room was not a reachable goal for me but perhaps being the most authentic one could be. By setting a more realistic idea of how I was presenting helped me to survive in the world.

I wonder now with all the anti-transgender feedback going on in the country, how it will effect the segment of cis-women who do not possess passing privilege. What  will happen when other people begin to question their restroom usage?   Will the transgender community gain more allies by default? It will be interesting to see what a cis-woman thinks when she is faced with the same discrimination trans girls grew up with. 

If by chance you were a "natural" and your feminine transition was relatively easy, perhaps your life in the mirror was too. For the rest of us the learning curve was so steep, hanging on was often the main problem. The mirror was all we had to get by since we didn't have a real peer group to rely on. I have included the infamous "faux" teenaged dressing years in this thought. Sadly, most of us were far beyond our younger years when we first escaped the closet and tried out a new world.  

Seeing is believing for me came when I became confident I could negotiate the world as my authentic feminine soul had wanted to do for so many years. Mostly pursuing my goals as a very serious cross dresser. It took me many years to realize the truth I wasn't cross dressing as a woman at all. In reality, I was cross dressing as a man and the mirror never told me.