Many of you, who have been on both sister sites, may have read my articles on CDH. I thought it was time to share one here. The best topic to get it started is my personal feelings of why I chose to join this site. It's as simple as the difference in a day. I live in Iowa, so trust me; I've seen everything in a day's time. It can start out snowing and cold, end up with sunshine and in the 50's, temperatures can go from 90 to 60 in less than an hour. In so many ways, this is how I live as I try to balance inner-feelings on whom, and what I am.
What makes a crossdresser? What defines transgender? What does it mean to be gender neutral? The questions of how to define our labels far outweigh the respective answers. Simply put, I don't know what I am. If I could magically transition 100 percent to womanhood…90% of the time I'd say, "Sign me up!" And yet…that 10% worries about what might be lost, and that 10% holds some pretty hard notions not easily circumvented. All it does is bring more "IF" into it. If I don't lose this, I'd do it. If I can look this way, ok, maybe. If, if, and If; the ifs are never silent or resolved. I'm much more than a crossdresser, I know this. I don't hate my male self; I just identify more with the inner-women--mentally. It's taken me 50 plus years to acknowledge this.
I see this site as the more serious sister to the fun-loving sister that is CDH. I came here to learn more about the possibilities, to hear other's stories, and to feel… I wanted to share in the triumphs and pain, because I need to know; that 10% needs to know. One of the things I do is look at the pictures that other's post, looking for the woman that has emerged, or lurks just under the surface. I think that is why I'm here; I have a woman lurking inside of me, wanting to express herself, maybe even switch places with the host. It's a balancing act that doesn't seem to be gaining traction either way—and maybe…that's okay. I've grown as a person the last six years. I wouldn't have done that if I hadn't broken up from my last relationship to live on my own (going on seven years now.) I've been in a "hidden" relationship all of my life, other than after my divorce, which lasted less than 2 years. It's been nearly 35 years of fighting my inner-woman in order to satisfy the relationship, only to still fail in the end. I understand the intricate whys of my failings more every day.
It's taken all of the last six years to unwind, to allow, and to accept; I am just as much Brina as I am male. I don't hate her, or me. I let my mind wander and dream, to ponder what might be verses what could be. Each month frees me a smidgeon more to be a willing partner in my personal evolution. I am not alone; the world is changing. Spend time on this site, CDH, Flickr, and others and it's easy to see that our numbers are staggering. It brings me comfort…and hope. I don't have a Brina voice, or a Brina attitude. When I'm dressed the same voice speaks inside my head, it doesn't change. I don't don a dress or nylons to satisfy a fetish…I admit, I once did, but I evolved, much in the same way that I identify with being a crossdresser and transgender. I'm moving more towards the other end of the spectrum.
One last thing…oh, you'll hear more from me as I love to write, but I want to throw on my editor's hat for a moment. It's been a blessing to help others share their stories here and at CDH. The articles have always been the most important part of the sites or me. I think that is even more so here. I invite you to share your stories, the heartaches, the trials, and the triumphs. I need to hear them; I'm not alone, others need them as well. We all have more questions than we have answers, more fears than certainties, and more doubts than assurances. Sharing with each other is a form of therapy, helping in our search for answers and similarities, and letting us gather hope that we may find better tomorrows.
Hi my Sister Sabrina and welcome to TGH! Sweetie....I do hope you find enough information to assist you with your 10 per cent quest. I am here for you if you wish to discuss same.
Let me re-iterate to you.....Transition is not to be taken lightly. It involves not just one surgery. It is very costly. It is painful. AND...it is IRREVERSIBLE. You may also have to visit a Psychologist for a year and then take HRT therapy while living as a female, before surgery.
By the way....you look fabulous as always! I am not trying to discourage you, just want to make certain you know what it all about for my own peace of mind. I wish you good luck in your search for knowledge. Don't be a stranger....my door is always open to you my sister.
Love.......
Dame Veronica
Dear Brina,
How lovely to hear your own feelings come forward, as you've recently helped so many others making their voices heard through their articles here and on CDH. Like you I have never hated the obviously male parts of me, but still have wished I rather was a girl and later a mature woman most of my life.
I'm in a marriage I don't want to jeopardize so I do not know if I can ever get to that point, but I still wish and slowly proceed towards a increasingly feminine way of life.
Marianne
Thanks Marianne 🙂
Compromise is everything, and we do it better than most--we have to. Loving yourself, forgiving yourself is said to be some of the hardest things to do; I would add compromising in there as well!
Brina
My Dear Sister Sabrina,
So loved your writing. And so glad to hear from you. Your story sounds so close to mine, and I would love to hear more from you, either in the forums or in private.
Carla
Brina, my mind often wanders to the familiar to process things and did so while I was reading your article. In particular your comment on being a willing partner made me stop and ponder. It started off with likening to marriage and the process a couple goes through, but that became painful too fast. Not to be dissuaded the concept of folding, as in baking, kept popping up and as I explored that thought the following came to mind. The inner struggle to reconcile our two natures can be likened to that of mixing two ingredients together such as sugar and butter and with some time and heat a wonderful new treat emerges. This is an incomplete thought and one I will continue to pursue, but I know it involves knowing what the goal of this journey is, the finished baked good as it were, ready to be savored.
Cloe,
great analogy 🙂
I have one for you...as in food. I watched both of my girls pick out the onions out of everything they ate as children. Today, (they have kids of their own now) onions are an essential part of their cooking. We see this other side of ourselves as something to take out, but in truth, it's this side that gives us the essential ingredient that makes it taste so good... It took time for them to realize it, just as it took time for me to taste the benefit of what Brina brings to the dish 😉
Oh we could go down the cooking and baking analogy trail with Tessa being our master chef, LOL. Love ya hun!
Brina,
You have touched on some of the very same issues that I am still dealing with regarding who I am. Your personal definitions of crossdresser compared with transgender struck a note with my own changing definitions. It may be that for many of us here (and on CDH) that our first knowing steps on this journey were inspired by a sexual, or fetish, desire. For me that was the first crack in the wall of the binary gender definitions. With time I am also realising that I too have an external relationship with my partner and an internal relationship between my femme and male personae. It is like trying to juggle 3 balls at the same time, where one of those is fragile (and also valuable).
Time will tell which of the relationships will be dominant, but hopefully both can be accommodated with honest compromises from all involved.
Hugs,
Steph
Steph,
I just adore all the ways in which we describe ourselves with analogies. I love the mind picture of juggling 3 balls; I can see moving images on them as they rotate through the air, the possibilities, the hope, the fear. I'd add; that while you are juggling, you are also standing on a platform where the boards beneath your feet are slowly pulled away until you are left standing on one, and then a large fan begins to blow... If I fall, which ball will I save, or let go...
Thanks for the comment!
Brina
Hi Brina, it is so hard to work out where we go from here, I also would love to transition fully, but there is that 10% that is holding me back, If only there was that magic pill,
Please keep writing as I love reading all your articles
xxx Paula
Thank you Paula 🙂
I wrote a short novella that was on the same topic (taking the magical transformation). My twist was on the emotional side of doing so. Instead of it happening all at once, it happened over a weeks time by applying "Red Lipstick" each day. You could stop, but the changes would be permanent to that point. Only after the last application would it be complete, and there wasn't a happy ending where the world just woke up and always thought you were a woman. As in all good stories, I had a twist because nothing is free.
Thanks for commenting,
Brina
Dear Brina,
Thank you so much for sharing with us. I know how difficult the journey is. I fight the same battles everyday also and it is not easy. However, at the end of the day I feel wonderful about who I am. As there is very little support for TG's down here in Florida where I am located, I frequently turn to TGH and CDH as the new articles appear and a lot of them always makes me feel better about who I am. I am sooooooooooooo glad I found these sites and I really appreciate what you do for all of us. By the way, you look outstanding
Danika
Danika,
Thanks for the comments. I agree about these two sites. Being able to share with one another helps. There is always someone who's been where I am, did what I'm thinking about, or struggles with the same issues as I do. Knowing that I'm not even close to being in this alone makes it easier. I wish this had been around in the 80's, how much different my life would have been (I wouldn't have spent so much energy stressed and hating myself). I think there are way more of us than anyone conceives.
Have a happy holiday season!
Brina 🙂
