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Here’s the Thing…

I don’t come with an on/off switch. How convenient would that be? To be able to shut off my feelings and close down my brain when I need to be me.  Right… which me are we discussing again?  That is always going to be the issue.  I was standing next to one of my golfing buddies the other day and I noticed how soft his lips looked.  Kissable lips, I thought.  What?  I gruffly swore under my breath and tried puffing out my chest as I took an extra hard swing at the ball.  I’ve had many such happenings throughout my life; those moments when my brain has a mind of its own…

I had the brief pleasure recently to communicate with a member’s SO and being privy to some of her thoughts. She made me think; I hope I caused her to do so as well.  It’s much more than Heart or Mind, male or female, even whether one is gay or straight.  It is simply indoctrination. I am a product of my rational thoughts, my emotions, and my environment.  My DNA has much to say about my traits, and the older I become, the more my life experiences dictate what might be.

Let me explain…

Imagine a scenario where we are basically raised in a vacuum. No outside influences whatsoever.  Everything is vanilla plain. Expanding it to include six boys and six girls growing up together, wearing the same outfits, same hair, sleeping in the same beds, eating the same foods, and being subjected to the same stimuli.  The caretakers also are purposely androgynous, looking the same and indistinguishable between male or female. They live this way until age 11 as the onset of puberty begins. They are escorted into the “Room” one by one.  In this room are magnificent clothes, fabrics, shoes, accessories, magazines, scents, colors, foods, toys, books, art, a menagerie of what the world is.  They live in this room for a month and then walk out as them.

Yeah…bliss!  Isn’t this what we struggle with?  The impossibilities that others have burdened us with.  “NO! you can’t wear that; you can’t do that!”  I simply ask, “Why not?” It isn’t about being male or female, but about being human, which is a collective of individuals and not genetic clones.  It’s our presence and our essence that makes us unique.  It is also what draws us to others and they to us.

I fight every day to break out of the stigmatism of being who and what I am.  I like dresses and nylons, long hair, and nails, I like to camp and fish, golf, and read, and watch all genres of movies.  I hate chauvinism and pettiness.  I dislike labels and politics.  I would live authentically me if I could.  And I can’t… or truthfully…won’t.  Because… I am part coward, part selfish, and part a pragmatic realist.  I don’t want to endure the fight…not while I still have a father to take care of.  He is my last excuse.  I will admit that if I were 20 years younger and felt the way I do now, I would be more forthcoming, especially in the reality of these times.  Let me be 20 again, and my life would be shaped much differently than the path I followed. That’s all good and well, but it doesn’t solve me.  The me that must find a balance between their lies and their truth.

We can speculate and debate until the sun comes up, but it still comes down to survival.  How to walk in this world without the fear of physical and mental anguish.  Isn’t that what keeps many of us buried so deep in the closet, the lights off, and the cracks stuffed with towels as we huddle against the abundance of anxiety at being found out to be something that others won’t allow us to be?

Brina is more of me with every passing day.  Not just in the crossdressing sense, but in her mannerisms and reflections.  The clothing, wigs, jewelry, perfume, etc. help ease my anxieties and allow me to put on the male costume and survive the day, but she is ever-present in my thoughts…kissable lips… I no longer think in male or female.  I have trouble discerning what is the right way to sit, speak, walk…think.  I wonder what I would have chosen had I been the experiment; would I have walked out in a dress carrying a fishing pole?

I wonder what the world would be like if tolerance wasn’t something we prayed for and wished for and just was.  I can’t put myself perfectly in anyone else’s shoes, nor can they wear mine.  What is happening today is but a taste of what is coming…it will get worse. Whether I like to wear a dress may not matter as much as if I will accept the label that comes with it.  And that is a shame.

A baby boy and his sister; without color or style specific clothes which one is the boy?  The girl?  The elderly couple in their later years. when prejudices have fallen away, wear the same comfortable clothes and look more alike than not.  The expectations of meeting societal norms no longer matter.  Life and living should be about love and compassion, kindness and exploration, and not judgment and indictment.

My gift to you is a moment of imagination.  Strip away all the expectations and walk into the “Room.”  When you walk out, who would you see in the mirror? I ask because sometimes we feel the need to be either-or.  If I like this, then I have to forgo that.  Why?  Wear you, be you, discover you.

May love carry you through.

Be safe, be reflective, and be passionate.

Until next time,

Brina

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Love it, Brina! My thoughts, precisely. I could have authored this.

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Thanks, Dawn!

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Thank you Brina,
It is good to pause and try to see where we're at, and how are we doing, your article made me do just that. It has only been three months since I started living full time as a woman, and I was pondering just how successful I was at actually doing so. There's a lot more to it than just putting the clothes and makeup on and showing up! So I asked those who work with me, who are close to me and supportive, to give me their take on how I was doing. One of the nicest, but pleasantly surprising responses, came from a very nice ciswoman, she asked me "Where did you learn to be so damned feminine, you're more feminine than I am!" I'm fine at work where they all know me, but I told them that I still feel very self conscious when out in the public. They replied that I needn't be concerned as I am seen and perceived as a "very smartly dressed middle aged woman with good taste." It was good to hear these things, but, as I'm sure you've experienced, there always seems to be that lingering and nagging doubt of how well we are doing at living as a woman. Last night, while I was quietly listening to music and doing a bit of meditation, I was overwhelmed with how completely feminine I felt, in all my years I have never experienced this. I was so keenly aware of the fact I am a beautiful woman who is now living her true, authentic, and fulfilling life. The amazing sense of peace and satisfaction that came over me literally brought me to tears, tears of great joy and happiness.
Brina, I now feel that I can move forward with a firm sense of confidence in who and what I am, and it is wonderful!
Yes, may love carry us through, to be safe, reflective, and very passionate.

Love,
Lauren M

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So very well put! Thank you for sharing your story and insights! I'm happy for you 🙂

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Sabrina,
Thank you again for your timely words. I feel so much the same, it's uncanny. The on/off switch; I can't find it either. Sometimes I think, just let it go. It's too hard. But then, I have a day where I get up, put on a little makeup, wig, comfy top and shorts and just be me around the house. It is very liberating. I feel wonderful. I reflect on this all time. Could I really be me all the time? Is the struggle worth it? Am I crazy for wanting to? But in the mirror I see ME, a comfortable, happy me. sigh...
One day at a time...
Peace and love
JaiymeLynne

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That about sums it up. "A rollercoaster" comes close to describing all the feelings that come with being me, including the motion sickness...lol

Thanks for the comments 🙂

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What a beautiful article, Brina!
Since I actually identify as genderfluid, I especially relate to the desire to "just be me" free of "traditionally" conceived gender restraints. I loved your line about if you had been part of "the room" experiment that you might have walked out in a dress carrying a fishing pole. I would love to be more easily both masculine and feminine parts of myself all at the same time, because that's who I am inside...BOTH. It would be so refreshing not to have to make a conscious choice about which presentation to "choose" and instread be able just to "choose whatever," either or both, because that's how I feel at any particilar moment or day.
Thank you for your thoughts! I feel sure many people do and would relate to what you expressed. 💖

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Thank you, Willow, for the nice comments. I think that was the point I tried to get across. Somehow, we determine things to be male and female and feel the need to choose one or the other. Why? Women don't, men don't. I'm sure those on the FtM road do the same as we do. I love pink and rose. I would never have worn "girl" colors as a kid or young adult. Now, the color is acceptable for all. Maybe, someday, so will the line in clothing blur to the point where we only become judged by how we treat one another... Here's to wishes 🙂

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Brina thank you, I would love to go fishing wearing a dress. I feel the same I would love to mix together my male and female traits and just be me, and I say all the time if I was 20 again how different my life would be. I am now 70 and feel I am to old to go through with a total transition, I'm now just starting month 20 off HRT it was not only prescribed to me for the physical changes I was hoping for, but to level my head and ease my anxiety, and it has helped along with therapy. I have had these feelings as far back as I can remember and it wears on me and it doesn't go away. Thank you again, Sarah

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Sarah,

Thank you for the comments and sharing. I'm seriously considering HRT for the anxiety and to "get my head straight" and to hopefully blur my body image more to a balanced one. I have less desire to wear the male mask all the time. I'm pleased to hear that it is helping you 🙂

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After I freed myself from the jail my mind constructed, I set myself more free. I say more free because I still occasionally am concerned what others, usually people I've known, will say or think when they see me now, which is in my female self.
Let me explain. I dressed off and on for a long time, maybe not as long as many of you, in female attire, and that included some makeup. It wasn't until I got frustrated enough with myself for succumbing to perceived social pressure that the door to my jail cell was opened. I finally said to my wife, I have to let me out! I can't hide myself from our friends or anyone else any longer! You see, I was bursting from the inside needing to let who I fully was out. No more living two lives for me. The freedom began when I finally sent my "Coming Out" letter to all our friends and relatives. You know the saying, the truth will set you free! Now, I dress how I feel or need to for the activities of my day. If I'm working physically, I wear grunge clothes, even my old male leftovers. If I'm going out, I'll pick what is pretty and comfortable for the occasion. The only thing I still try to hide, but not always, is my remaining beard. I'm still having electrolysis treatments, as much hair still needs destroying. I said this in a previous comment, COVID has actually helped me step out of my prison, as I can wear a mask on the days I'm prepping to have my electrolysis, and other days I'm shaven and don't need to wear a mask.
Good luck to everyone in their journey 😍.

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Thank you for the comments and for sharing your story!

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