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I’ve read many stories, posts, forums and articles here about “passing”, and I wanted to add my 3 cents worth (everything costs more, now, thanks to COVID). I have begun to wonder about exactly what “passing” means to our community. So, bear with me as I explore my labyrinth of thoughts.
“Passing” as a Goal
The desire to appear as a naturally feminine person seems to be a rather universal goal for us. when our goal is to pass, our lives become enriched in many ways. My own experience shows me that I have drastically improved in my own self care. I have learned many new skills in caring for my skin, hair, hands, feet, nails….you name it. I learn a new make up twist each time I sit at my mirror. I continue to mine the internet to develop different hair styles, fashions, and (previously) esoteric feminine skills. With each passing day, I enjoy greater satisfaction in what I have accomplished, as well as notice ‘just one more thing’ that I want to improve. So, the goal of “passing” had become a vehicle for self confidence, personal empowement, and a sense of accomplishment.
“Passing” for others
Exactly how many times have I wondered if anyone will mark me as transgender? And what will happen to me if they do? And how many times have I avoided going out because of what others will think or say or do? I have spent the vast majority of my paltry 68 years hiding from my true self, and trying to act such a way that nobody will ever, EVER suspect who In really am. Of course, I never want to be the focus of adverse or negative attention…who does? I want to be my natural self without a lot of stress and anxiety. DUH! But the thought of being clocked is a powerful deterrent. Anxiety, nervousness, fear, hyper-vigilance, body and emotional tension, and awkward behaviors in public are the result. So I wonder if that result is more noticeable to others than the way I dress? I think that we are lead down a harmful path if we concern ourselves with how others will receive us. While I fully admit that I want to appear as a natural woman, I also want to be healthy and comfortable in myself. So I’m not going to overlook the everyday common sense idea of knowing where you are, just like visiting any strange location– don’t venture far into unfamiliar territory and stay in the safe zones.
“Passing” for self
Ah, here is where I get disoriented in my thought corridors. Exactly WHO am I trying to impress by “passing”? Could it be that I am projecting my own insecurities and dysphoria onto others with efforts to pass in their eyes? Just what is it that prevents me from being okay with myself just as I am? After all, 5 years ago, I never gave thought to what somebody might think. Some people just like me, and take me as I am. Some people just don’t It has always been that way. In the past, I chose to associate with likes and to be politely distant from the don’t likes. What is so different now?
Well, I can’t overlook the terrible attacks on members of our community just for being real. I would be foolish to ignore the possibility in my life. But in the final analysis, is that danger really much different that the odds of being mugged in a park or city street? I don’t know. What I do know is that I didn’t let It interfere with my life in the past.
What I conclude is that my real aim in “passing” is to pass in my own eyes. It becomes my own evaluation of how I’m doing, an academic grade, if you please. I work hard to be excellent in what I do,m and when I judge myself as having that excellence, I have passed the course. I think I am a very good parent. I think I am very good at my job. I think I am very accomplished as a musician. I don’t really mind if you think I could be better; I’m satisfied with my abilities. Sure, I welcome critical feedback and use it to my benefit if I see fit. I can always improve. “Passing”, to me, means developing the same sense of competence and self approval in my current adventure. I am working toward being passable for myself.
“Passing” as anacronism
Hmmm! Is that a light up ahead in this maze of thoughts? I wonder if the concept of “passing” is a remnant of my early life conditioning about gender, male and female roles, sexuality and sexual stereotypes, etc? I the past few years, I have observed an obvious increase in the presence of our community in society at large. Just look at YouTube, television, media, politics, even just this site and our sister site, CDH. We’re everywhere! Where were you way back then?! There is an entire generation that is growing up with gender issues as a relatively common thread. Very young folks don’t even bat an eye at us, unless to gain our attention and conversation. Jazz, Laverne, “Drag Race”, some elected officials, vastly improved services specializing in our needs and issues….we are not so slowly becoming mainstream.
For those of us who grew up without the digital world, we were only exposed to socially edited and censored information about how to behave in public and in private. Conform to the norm or be outcast. That conditioning runs deep, affecting our thoughts and self concept to the core. I was conditioned to respect others, and I just can’t bring myself to neglect that conditioning to this day. It may be so regarding my early conditioning about gender issues. But, the bright side is that I am not required to act on that conditioning, or accept it as being my reality.
As I work my way through my adventure, I find that I am working to please myself. All I really need to do is be confident in passing for myself. And it isn’t even “passing” any more. It’s about being confident, and competent, and strong, beautiful and genuinely me. And, as I progress, the quotation marks disappear; the spelling changes, the idea loses power, and I can blossom into the rose I really am. I don’t need to pass. I only need to be me.
Once again, thanks for indulging me. Each or you are a blessing to me, and I hope I am a blessing to you.
Peace and love. CarlyTags: anxiety passing self-acceptance