Showing posts with label man in a dress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label man in a dress. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2025

Gender Dreams

 

Image from Greg Pappas 
on UnSplash.

This morning when I woke up, I took a moment to remember the sadness I felt when I got up in the morning and I was not a girl. I had the same sad realization, I was still a boy and nothing had changed. Plus, it is important to point out that I had no other dreams when I was young such as being a professional athlete or a doctor. All I wanted was to be a girl. I figured I was the only boy in the world who felt that way.

It was on those mornings when I needed to realize I was still male, and I had a long trip to make if I ever was going to change it. As my life became more complex, so did my gender dreams. Sometimes, I could not wait until I went to sleep to see what sort of dreams, I would have that provided me a respite from the days activity of being a man.

It was not until I decided to come out of my closet and test the world as a transgender woman, did my nights began to change. Replacing dreams with action was often a very scary proposition. But it was one thing I had to do if I was ever going to see if I could make it to a new transfeminine world at all. Would the public ever come to a point where they would accept me as more than just a man in a dress. Out in the world to be laughed at. If I could never make it past that point of being a cross-dresser, did I want to go on any longer and forget all the dreams I had. I finally discovered there was much more to being a woman than appearance and it was just my male ego trying to influence me.

Still, as I struggled along in my novice cross-dressing years, my gender dreams began to change with it. Instead of just wanting to be a woman, I started to dream of how it would be to live as an attractive woman and not have to worry about my presentation so much. I think it was because I was becoming more confident in myself, and my subconscious self was adjusting to the new me. More or less, I was reacting to the kinder, gentler world I was in as a transgender woman, and I loved it.

My main problem then was, could I make it to my dream when it became a reality. I was frustrated when I thought I could see the finish line and it was taken from me due to unknown transitional experiences such as what would I do about supporting myself if and when I made the decision to go from a male world to a female world. And would I need to prepare to be lonely the rest of my life because the possibility of someone loving and accepting a trans woman were exceedingly rare at my age of sixty. I was fortunate and exceeded all my dreams when I was financially able to take an early retirement and support myself and found my wife Liz (or she found me) on an online dating site. At that point forward, I had painted myself into a corner and I had no real reason to not follow my dream of being a transgender woman full time. Because I had finally faced up to myself and realized I had always been trans parttime, even though I could not share it fulltime with the world. 

As I faced up to reality, my nighttime dreams began to change also. Slowly my old male is disappearing from my subconscious too, He is being replaced by new dreams with me living as my true, authentic self. Maybe it is because he was pushed out of his final hiding place in my mind. Whatever the case, I was not sad to see him go.

I wonder now, what my childhood boy would think if he could see me now. Doing much more than just hiding in a gender closet waiting for brief moments to escape and explore. I am sure he never thought he would have the ability or confidence to be who he always wanted to be. Not an athlete or a doctor, just myself…a woman. I certainly had to come a different direction to claim my prize but maybe by doing so, I appreciate it more because it was never just given to me.

The boy I was would have never known his dreams would have never turned out like this, and being happy would not have been so far away also when she was playing with the girls. Where she always belonged.

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

All I Had was Time

 

Image from Natalia Rabinovych
on UnSplash.

When we are younger, time seems like it is less of a commodity. When we are in school for example, all we want to do is graduate into the world.  For transgender women and transgender men transitioning, we often take time for granted. At least I did.

As I was coming out of my gender closet, regardless of not having much guidance on where I wanted to go to achieve my dream of living as a woman, I took my time. For a while, when I had finished serving my time in the military, the only outlet I had to being out in the public’s eye were the yearly Halloween parties I went to. Finally, I could see the writing on my gender wall and knew I would somehow have to do something, so I did not have to wait another long year to go out again. Time was being wasted.

It turned out, I could not see the forest for the trees, because there was a huge world just waiting for me if I just had the courage to do something about it. I needed to hitch up my big girl panties, not be a victim because of the bigots, and do something about escaping my closet. The problem was, I was always making excuses about why I could not do something as a novice cross dresser or transgender woman. So, what if my ego was wounded when I was laughed at early on, I just needed to go back home and figure out what I was doing wrong and fix it. Time was going by, and I was not getting any younger. Little did I know then, as I was in my thirties, how much farther I would have to travel.

I had my own transgender biological clock I was dealing with. Like any woman, I knew I only had a finite number of years to look my best to try to socialize in the world. All of this happened before I learned appearance was just the stepping off point when I tried to interact with the feminine world. My wife tried to tell me, but I would not listen, and I lost years in my male to female transition to learn for myself what she was talking about. Again, I was spending too much time as a victim wanting my wife to explain what she was talking about and not explaining it better to me. The problem was, I would not have listened anyway, my old male ego was still too strong.

In the meantime, I was getting myself caught up in major gender contradictions. I was spending up to three days of my week trying to learn the basics of being a transfeminine person and then turn around and having to revert back to the old male life I increasingly wanted no part of. It was no way to live and often I felt as if I was one of those jugglers I saw on television when I was a kid, keeping several plates balanced at once in the air. Ultimately, the entire gender back and forth nearly killed me.

My suicide attempt, among other things, woke me up to the fact I did not have all the time in the world. Especially if my self-destructive actions were trying to take it away. If I ever was going to have a chance to achieve my dream of living as a transgender woman, I might have less time than I thought to do it. At that point, I shifted my transition plans into high gear and began to explore in earnest if I could do it at all. Maybe it was my impossible dream. One way or another, I was in my fifties and needed to decide what I was going to do.

As I began to carve out my new life as a transgender woman, I needed to quickly learn what worked for me and what did not. My biggest move was when I worked my way out of gay venues where all they did was perceive me as a drag queen and enter the real world where I needed to prove I was more than just a man in a dress, wearing makeup and a wig. With more than a little help from my inner female who had waited so long to live, I was able to establish myself as a viable person to the public. As my trans woman friend Racquel said, I passed out of sheer will power, which I did. I proved I was not trying to fool anyone into thinking I was someone who I was not. For better or for worse, my friends knew they were dealing with a unique woman who had used her lifetime to arrive at the same point as they did.

Maybe I had spent my time wisely. One way or another, I learned a lot about the binary genders as time flew by. 

 

Saturday, April 17, 2021

Nice Summer Dress

 On Saturday Night Live last week, as I was nearly dozing off during the latter parts of the show, I was surprised to see a figure obviously in a full  dress on stage before the show cut away to a commercial break.

I was surprised to see the show's musical guest "Kid Cudi" in the dress and ready to perform as the break was over.  Reaction was swift, This is from the "Guardian" :

"The dress marked the anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death, with Cudi saying that it was a tribute to the Nirvana frontman who had worn a similar dress on the cover of the Face magazine in 1993. While social media users praised the way Kid Cudi channeled Cobain’s gender non-conforming approach to fashion, they also pointed out a double standard.

On Instagram, model and activist Munroe Bergdorf wrote: “as fab as it is to see cis gender straight men embracing femininity through fashion … let’s remember that they also won’t face nearly as much hatred or the physical danger that visibly queer folk will when they do the exact same thing.”

In the comments, one user wrote "it feels insulting that cis hetro men get praised for what trans people get bullied and killed for. For them it’s a trend, a costume … for trans people it’s life and death.” Some 13 transgender people have been murdered in 2021 so far according to the Human Rights Campaign, which is a 333% increase from 2020 when three transgender people were killed."

Indeed the double standard runs deep. 


Be Safe rather than Sorry

  Toxic male from UnSplash Before I begin this post, I have a disclaimer. I did not follow what I preached many times when I opened my dark ...