The one thing many introverts have in common is their need to observe. We are in constant surveillance mode, watching, analyzing, and preparing our “What ifs.” The strategy is more important than the outcome… although a successful ending is greatly accepted. I didn’t know I was an introvert until later in my life, especially after the end of my second (somewhat successful) relationship.
I worked in several professions that called for me to be “Spot On!” From running a family restaurant to public speaking as a financial advisor. Smile and bring your A-game. Anything less and it didn’t matter or pay the bills. What made me successful was my (by my standards) keen sense of observation and the ability to see the “Whole” room or situation. This is how I’ve come to access and appreciate my life as the CD who is more.
I pen these articles for you, my fellow sisters, and equally for myself. We are the same; we are different. We share the love of femininity. For some, that means wearing feminine attire while for others it means traversing the path towards womanhood. What we all strive for is the conclusion, the ending, and the standing ovation as we present ourselves to our peers for the sweet accolades and acknowledgments of our presumptive successes. Or… maybe not. One thing that I have garnered as the Managing Editor is that our paths are rarely convergent or easily drafted onto a timeline. We flow as the grass does in the wind, the ocean waves crashing on the shore; we are a collective group of stunning individuals.
I remember the intense hunger that I felt when the moments between opportunities to dress stretched out. How I would dream, desire, plan, orchestrate, and pull off those needed moments. Some went flawlessly as others crashed and burned, leading to near starvation in my quest for fulfillment. Those days have long passed for me as I can now dress whenever at home, and I wear my choice of clothing daily. I own one pair of male jeans; women’s fit me better. The same with underwear. What used to be a thrill to wear unknowingly to those around me is now my standard. I hate the poor fit of male underwear and love my many styles and colors of women’s panties. I haven’t worn male socks in years, even in the summertime my anklets are gender-neutral (golf). I still wear my male polo, tee shirts, and shorts. I have blended in some neutral attire; the same with some shoes.
What does that mean? I’m becoming more me and presenting it from a casual standpoint. Just as it is with shaving: clean face and body, legs when I can get by with it. I use moisturizers and body lotion daily, scented shampoo, and body wash. The only hint is the neutral cologne that I spritz (sometimes to cover or collide with the left-over scent of perfume.) Under my sweater might be a feminine top, a satin bra, or an item of shapewear; it depends on where I’m going. Nearly every morning I put on the works sans makeup and artificial nails and do my computer things until it’s time to go to work. Then… I get ready in my “Normal.” Why? Because it keeps my hunger satisfied and my mind steady for the day ahead. I don’t have to listen to that voice begging me for “When?” like I used to.
We all have that voice. She sometimes whimpers, sometimes whispers, and sometimes downright screams at us to give her attention. We try our best to ignore her, keep her at arm’s length, or greedily fall into her waiting embrace (Pink fog for some.) We may have to wear panties or a bra under our clothing to get by or lend our voice to this wonderful site as a bridge until we can dip our toes into the pool of girly. When I couldn’t dress, I turned to visualization to get by. I studied pictures of women, other CDs, transgender, and even photo manipulation on myself to feed to my ever-growing hunger. That force within that demands and commands me to be more feminine is powerful, more so than anything I have ever encountered. I kid you naught. Getting married, having kids, growing older, nothing has ever stopped it or even toned it down—for long. Our spouses wondered why we never shared it until either caught or when the pressure was ready to explode within us. Because we thought we could “handle it” before they ever found out.
My life would have been much different had I come clean early. (I also wouldn’t have married the first time or had my children… some secrets, even with inevitable outcomes are still worth it… for me.) But… I might have found a partner that I could have loved and evolved with to what end? Not sure, but it might have been great, or not. None of us can travel back in time and change. We can only go forward and deal with our very individual consequences. As I’ve said before, “Acceptance” is the first step to finding some much-needed peace. I am a CD who is more. I’ve watched others from across the room. I noticed traits of men, women, and those in between. Some need to express themselves for the world to acknowledge (the good or bad isn’t necessary but the need to be in public). Those with thick skin and those who look behind every glance to see if they have been negatively noticed. And some of us… introverts like me… stay inside and find solace in buying another dress or pair of shoes that we kiddingly believe will look great when we step outside. I’m outside now, not because I’m looking for the acknowledgment, but because it was time to do so. How I dress in public is a far cry from what I’m wearing while typing this. At this moment, I’m sassy and sexy in the 7-inch pink platform heels and sleeveless dress that accentuates the curves. The other day on my little outing it was jeans, flats, a sweater, and blending in. Both feel great and bring me ever closer to finding that comfortable point where everything may someday intersect.
Until next time… Be bold, be cautious, and be your own truth!
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I can relate. I’m finding myself being simpler in many ways, incorporating what I wear (other than when I’m trying to dress to impress) into that societal norm. When it’s only for a few hours there is that need to be dressed to the max; get that wow feeling, but like you, I have adapted to comfort and just being more womanly. Thanks for the comments!
I love your article. I have found me in it. I have a big need to observe, to listen. Specially when I hear interesting conversations around me. Although sometimes I can be extremely talkative too. I think I have found a balance in my life.
thanks for the comments! Glad to read that you have found your balance! 🙂
Hi Sabrina, (This turned out longer than expected. However, I hope you find it worthwhile.) You described your experience, and probably the experience of many, beautifully. I know for myself how truly difficult that hunger can become, and the final relief when I am able to express myself. I’ve also found a ‘trick’ that helps in my everyday experience. Clearly many women don’t go out of their way to appear feminine, yet often they are unmistakably so. This idea stuck in my mind for some time, until I encountered the idea of feminine and masculine energy. It’s too easy to… Read more »
Wonderful points and comments. You should consider adding it all to an article for others to read on our site. Men have long been accused of not having empathy. History has shown the willingness of power to define roles, even more so than just men and women. Dividing lines creates and maintains that power. I like the thought process that you laid out. I’m sure that many put on their dress and then allow the idea of empathy to become part of who they envision they are, only to put it away when the dress comes off. (This may pertain… Read more »
Hi Sabrina,
I’m new to the site and am struck by your honesty and bravery putting forth the details of your history and day to day life, especially in these troubling, hostile times.
Being trans is a gift and a curse. Each of us makes of it what we can.
Be well and stay safe.
Kindest,
Bebe
That’s kind of you to say, thank you. It is: (and then saying nothing more) is probably the epitome of being us. That undefinable answer to being us, whether a CD (or more), trans, or along the path. I like your “Each of us makes of it what we can."
And the simplest way to happiness may not be the easiest. Obviously, the simplest way to be happy if trans is to transition. However, for too many people transitioning is terribly fearful and difficult, if not impossible. There’s a conundrum to contemplate…:)
Hi Sabrina, your article sums up the lives of so many in our community. Whether CDers of trans. the undeniable feminine part of us is always there, lurking or screaming. We are led on a journey by this enigmatic woman who so often takes us to experiences and places we never thought we would go. And as much as we may fight our femme self, I suspect most of us love the experiences to which she leads us.
Thank you for regularly sharing your experiences with us here.
Kindly,
Charlene
What a kind compliment! Thank you 🙂
Charlene thats so spot on and so well expressed
Wow! What an article… so many things that parallel my own life. I really liked the part about dressing differently for different activities … longing to rush home to change into “me", versus having to be at the office in what I call the " Uniform" – planning my route to the next opportunity of girly expression. Thank you for sharing – It helps us feel less alone in our own quest.
You are welcome, thanks for commenting!
Thank you Brina for another great article that most of us can easily identify with. In my case, the woman inside has been speaking to me since I was a very young child. Four years ago I’d reached the point where I could no longer ignore her and made the move to finally living as the woman I knew I had always been. In my case, almost two years ago, due to having medical issues that were puzzling and relatively unique to women, I was told by a lady doctor that I am intersex, in her words, “Lauren, you are… Read more »
Thanks again for the comments and compliments!
Lauren, you always were and always will be a woman. No question about it. Thanks for all that you do. Hugs, Marg
Hi Sabrina, I like that, We all have that voice" Indeed we do, often hearing her whisper at a very young age, hearing her but choosing, out of fear, shame, guilt, imposed upon us since birth, to ignore her. We shove her deep into the closet, always knowing she is there but afraid to let her out. For many like us, I’d say most, at our age, from different times and places, revealing her was not an option. Way back in the small coal mining town, I most likely would not have survived. So we built our lives around a… Read more »
What a great response. My suggestion: copy and paste the entire thing in an article for others to read. Go to Author/ new article. Others would relate and respond. The more stories we share the better it is for all of us. Thank you. If you need help with the copy over, I can take care of that as long as you open the article.
Brina
Marg Produe Oh, we are so blessed. I am currently going thru electrolysis on my face, now clean down to the jaw line. Cruel and unusual punishment indeed, but it makes me feel even more feminine. Then only one area left, but that one kinda scares me yet. I do so love being smooth. I have a cross dressing friend, I think one of her parents might have been a Sasquatch, oh the poor dear, I shave her back for her when she wants to dress up, and I think, oh, I am sooo blessed. It wasn’t so when I… Read more »
Well Jennifer, as a young child I asked my mother if I was made out of spare parts since I didn’t look like any of the other children. Later on, I developed hair on my calf for only one year when I was 14 and then everything disappeared. Now I’m hairless from my forehead down. If the zappitude is painful try taking some ibuprofen a half hour before your session. Then afterward rub some Aloe or lidocaine infused sunburn lotion on. Safe Journey, Marg
Marg Produe As I aged and my testosterone levels dropped I started getting, I guess you’d call it, strange. Breasts started growing, I started having these things called emotions that I was not raised to deal with, mood swings. So of course the doctor wanted me to start testosterone shots, bring me back to “normal". Well, I figured if I need shots, than this isn’t my “normal", so we did further testing and found that I have Klinefelter’s Syndrome. It seems, and we’ve know about this for a long time, that about 1 in every 500 males are born… Read more »
Welcome to the intersex club Jennifer. I’ll be speaking about my life as an intersex person at Atlanta Comfort Conference this summer. I’m a DES Baby. It’s been interesting. Hugs, Marg
I see the event on the internet for July 30 thru Aug 3. And I’m right up the road, (kinda) in SC. Hope to see you there.
Hus,
Jennifer
The woman inside is always there pussyfooting about. Open up a door turn a corner there she is you can run you can hide she will find you she will never let you go. She will whisper in your ear she will serenaded you! And in the end you will you will surrender to her desire you will be won over.
Eloquently put! Love it. 🙂
Dear Sabrina thank you for a great article. It really resonated with me as I reflect on my journey today 🧜♀️
Thank you for reading and for the compliment!