Open Up, I am Coming In!

 

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on UnSplash. 

During the many years I have written my blog, I always have been careful to give credit where credit is due, to the ciswomen who helped me go behind the gender curtain.

Initially, I thought most of the women interacted with me because they were curious about what I wanted to do in their world. But lately I wonder if how I acted had anything to do with it. What I mean is, by that had anything to do from the point I had reached on my gender path as I transitioned from cross-dresser to transgender woman. As I had reached the point of meeting the women who showed a casual interest in me, I had already taken my appearance and movement levels as a woman to a higher level. I did not have to worry about any of that and could concentrate on the matter at hand, communicating with mostly other ciswomen.

When I did so, I was not giving them a chance to wonder who I was as I was not coming off to the world as a clown in drag anymore. I was announcing myself as a person who wanted to be let in behind the gender curtain. Something I had dreamed of for years. By the time I was behind the curtain, I felt so natural that there was no way I was going back. I thought, open that curtain, I was coming in and you couldn’t stop me.

That was the point in my life I could put my potential male aggressiveness behind me because I found more women were willing to help my gender cause rather than hinder it. I encountered very few negative TERF’s or radical feminists who rejected me totally as some sort of self-imposed gatekeepers to the feminine world. So, my very fragile confidence as a transfeminine person was rarely questioned, and life went on. Basically, how I wanted it to.

It was about that time also that I began to learn all the nuances of a woman’s life I would need to survive in it when I jumped into playing in the girls’ sandbox. Somehow, I needed to prove I was not the terrible woman my second wife always called me after the fights we had about me progressing from being a cross-dresser to a transgender woman whose next step was being approved for gender affirming hormones or HRT. The only clue she gave me was she was not talking about my appearance as a woman. Thankfully, even though my feelings were hurting deeply, I needed to somehow figure out what she was telling me. It took me years, but I did.

What she was talking about was I did not have the basic experiences of a woman yet to build a new life as a trans woman. I was stuck in quicksand trying to get the feminine experiences I needed when no one would help me get there. Finally, I decided I needed to find out for myself if I was ever to not being a terrible woman. There were two labels I rebelled at in life. The first that early on I could be called mentally ill because of my gender issues and the second was that I made a terrible woman when I was clueless in what that meant.

The good news was that later in life I learned both were wrong and I escaped my own brand of quicksand and was finally able to leave most all the male baggage behind I wanted to lose and use the rest of the blocks to build a solid future as a transgender woman. Perhaps it was easier for me to build a new feminine life because the weight of my old life was behind me and I was happier. Humans are like sharks and can sense when blood is in the water with another unhappy toxic person and ciswomen are especially good at it. I think they sensed with me that I was honest in my path, and it was OK to open up and let me in.

Ironically, the only real problem I faced was concentrating on taking the old “don’t mess with me” male scowl that I had perfected over the years off my face. The last thing I wanted to do was to come as far as I had in my male to female femininization project was to ruin it all with a simple facial expression.

When I made it to the point where going behind the women’s gender curtain was not going to be a problem, I needed to make sure I was not screaming open up, I am coming in to anyone. That would have been like announcing my arrival in a woman’s restroom. I learned to do it with a small smile just like the other women do in the most sacred of women’s only spaces.

Now that I have made it through the major obstacles of feminization, I learned to evolve myself into the person I always dreamed of being. I escaped all of the quicksand of a gender transition by staying on my feet in my heels as I needed to be quite selfish at times to make sure I stayed in my deadly serious gender game. It was nothing I was ever happy about but on the other hand, I was stuck in pure survival mode looking for the best way out.

Whatever you want to call it, surviving a gender struggle is no joke and all the transphobes need to walk a mile in our existence to discover just that. In the meantime, you may just have to use the “Open Up” on them to let you in.

 

 

Lesbian Bars

Image from the
Jessie Hart 
Archives.

When I was first exploring the world as a novice transgender woman, one of the first big discoveries I made was the male gay bar scene was not for me. 

I initially thought going to a gay bar was a safe place to be. I found I was safe, to the point of not being threatened but on the other hand I did not anticipate being ignored to the point of being discriminated against. Since I knew the odds of anyone hitting on me would be very low, again I was lonely all the way to the point of being ignored at the bar when I tried to order a drink.  Also, I disliked being treated like a drag queen on nights when there was a show. Within a short period of time, I grew tired of the experience and looked for other outlets to explore.  

About that time, I became aware of several new lesbian bars which had opened around the Dayton, Ohio area and wondered how my acceptance would be at them. Since my sexuality had never changed from liking women, I felt more comfortable in their company and wanted to see if they accepted me at all. Not to be "picked up" so to speak but to be treated on a friendly basis. Initially, I knew of three lesbian bars of which I tried to go to two. 

The first one I tried did not accept me at all. It was a very butch dominated bar where I got in trouble for playing Shania Twains "Man, I feel Like a Woman." The lesbians huddled around the small bar did not see the humor in my choice of music. Even though I wasn't welcome, I still persisted on going back just because I was so stubborn. On the other hand the second lesbian bar I went to was a completely different experience. They were friendly to me and I felt relaxed and welcome. Plus I was surprised when I discovered my male self actually knew one of the bartenders. Her and her wife were regulars at my restaurant. 

As it turned out, I had many exciting experiences there starting with how I presented myself.  Quickly I assumed the role of a "lipstick lesbian" in my boots, tight padded jeans and blond shoulder length wig. One night I presented so well, a "super butch' (very masculine) woman approached me to sing karaoke with her. She would not take no for an answer so I joined her along with her cowboy hat for a terrible duet. Since I am a terrible singer. When I finished, my singing partner said she was surprised my voice was deeper than hers as I began to plot my escape. While she took off to the restroom, I took off to pay my bar tab and left and I never saw her again. I know my friend behind the bar got a kick out of my whole experience. 

One night I am still sad I missed was when the bar scheduled a few exotic dancers to come in and entertain. The small venue was packed as everyone eagerly awaited the show and one of the other patrons actually bought me a beer and said she ought to take me home with her. Even though I was flattered, at that time I still had a wife to go home to and time was running short. I could not stay until the exotic dancers made it, so at the least I saved the tip money I was going to use. It was to be the only time in my life I would get the chance to experience how a group of women act around dancers.  

I was saddened when the bar closed and I had fewer venues to go to but it was a time of great discovery for me anyhow. My new small circle of cis-women friends were lesbians. The fun started when I began to receive invites to come along to monthly lesbian only mixers at different Dayton, Ohio venues. Some were straight while others were gay which made going even more exciting. One night, one of my friends even asked me to approach another person at the mixer for her to see if she was with someone else which marked the first and last time I was ever a "wing person" for another woman. 

Probably, the biggest lesson I learned about the lesbian community was the different layers of people from "Baby Dykes" to "Lipstick Lesbians" all the way to "Butches and Super Butches." I found for the most part I fit in except for one night at a woman's Valentines' Dance years ago when a bigoted TERF attacked me about being at the dance at all. At the time, my future wife Liz was part of a Cincinnati lesbian social group which I tried to join also. When I was turned down, Liz left the group. 

As you can tell, I owe quite a bit to lesbians and their bars which sadly have disappeared in many areas. I know of two still left in my local Cincinnati area but there could be more I have not heard of since we don't get out much anymore. I just know the venues I went to in place of gay bars were a welcome relief to my acceptance as a transgender woman. When I combined them with all the straight venues I had become an accepted regular in, my new life was off to a good start. 

"Trans" is the New What?

Before all the trans nazi's and trans terfs start to tear this show apart too, allow me to be a bit euphoric.  It's getting good reviews and I think it is important to realize that not all of us are fortunate enough to go through a dramatic MtF gender transition without the basic body structure to easily do it.

Plus, of course I will be ready for the usual comments about transitioning so much later in life!  

Here's the "scoop":from Amazon.com.

An LA family with serious boundary issues have their past and future unravel when a dramatic admission causes everyone's secrets to spill out. Starring Jeffrey Tambor, Judith Light, Amy Landecker, Jay Duplass, and Gaby Hoffmann.