Feminine Grace

"Armed with will and determination
And grace, too ..."

It's taken so long for me to accept that I am trans, but now I have I'm so much happier and way more fun to be around...for my family anyway..

Great post, Cloe.

Cloe You made me a little misty , your words seem a mirror of us all . One day i may get the nerve to come out, till then i'll just have to let him be in charge . Wonderful letter, thanks. Leslie

Cloe Webb....my "Southern Belle"....full of grace, poise, grandeur, and presence! How I envy your story telling skills. I wish I could be a southern belle of Atlanta, "Blue Belles" one of my favorite shows....the parties, the ambiance, the poise, the presence. Oh I wear the dress and have the walk and talk down pat, but I lack the presence. Thank you for this tale...I enjoyed it very much.

Dame Veronica

Close,
Thank you so much for sharing your story. When you talked about keeping your true self locked away for so many years it really hit home. I have for as long as I can remember felt i was differant, wondering time and time again what was wrong with me that I felt so out of place in my own body, mind and heart. Couldn't talk to anyone about it because, well,,,after listening to the comments people who I thought were friends would make about others weather they be transgender, gay or lesbian, plain and simple, I was terrified so I fought to keep it hidden and locked away which in turn made me utterly miserable, even hateful. I am now in my 50s and finially realized after much research and soul searching that there is nothing wrong with me the person. What's wrong is that the body does not match the person inside. And so,,,the true chaos begins...lol.
Again, thank you so much for sharing.

Brandy

Cloe, I love your story. I see a lot of similarity in your life for four years I suppressed the Miss in me and became frustrated and angry and with the insistence of my wife, an alcoholic. She just did not give up until she saw me drunk. My mother was an alcoholic and it was painful to endure. I swore not to follow in her path. But my first wife would not give up her quest and finally got me drunk and regretted it. I am a rude drunk and have no control. I hate not having control. So I do not drink. But the frustration of wanting and needing to be female led to angry bouts of temper and I sought counseling after I caught myself turning to booze to deaden the pain. Then I really got a whammy. I learned that one of the many frustrations causing the anger was my hatred of men, and therefore myself, being that I was being raised as one. That was the turning point for me. That is when I discovered my Miss, just waiting to come out, in glorious color: purple and fuschia. She began to demand more time. More, more, more. Like a starving and dehydrated soul in the desert, she came out, and decided to stay, no matter what anyone said. Both my wife and I had no clue how far this would go. One victory led to another battle of being free vs. being accepted. However, only She knew when we would be complete. Now, many years later, we are still not complete. But I have learned to be content, while at the same time striving for completion. Now, the frustration is manageable. No longer am I ruled by anger. I don't get mad. I get creative. Much better. Life is too short, and to be angry for most it is nonsense. I have learned to laugh at adversity and plow on through. My journey may not be complete, but I am living it to its fullest and finding the enjoyment of each step. I have much to be thankful for. My health is good for a 64-year-old care provider. I still have my brown hair. I have those that love me and care what happens to me. I am not homeless now, although I have had the privilege of being there a few times. God has not left me, although I have moved away from him a few times. My partner in life is the love of my life and we have seen much of life's adversity and still have each other. So I consider my life blessed and thank God for it each day. My hope is that each of you can do that too.

With sister love, Reuby Louise

I love Coe Anne's words. I shivered when I read them, and looked at myself. Am I nothing more than a badful of Lane Bryants, then? No, I think I am more. I have been "dressing" so long, that I now feel comfortable in skirts, hose, make-up. But also, now Roxanne herself has crept out, into my life. Roxanne, the girl who wants, needs, a partner, a loving entity, to care for her, to love her. Is it too late? No, I hope not, I do not think so. I can feel nothing better than being an integral part of his arms, his lips. Crossdressing brought Roxanne out. Something else keeps her here.
Rpxanne Lanyon

Oh Cloe, you write so honestly from the heart. This really moved me.