A dear friend of mine, while reading Living with Crossdressing: Defining a New Normal, mentioned that she enjoyed one of the early chapters of the book that focused on the different types of crossdressers that I have come in contact with. She said that we need to find a better term to describe us. She was looking for a term that we, as a group, could be proud of. A descriptor that doesn’t drip with an air of stereotypes and taboos. A label that doesn’t strike discord in all who hear it uttered.
Sharing the total sum of who we are as a man and woman is an important exercise for many of us.
I received my first negative comment yesterday attached to the post of the announcement of the release of Living with Crossdressing: Defining a New Normal. This woman’s comment advised me that crossdressing was not normal, but a schizophrenia on par with pedophilia and the mind of rapists.
This story serves to illustrate that members of our community can walk into a regular diner and not be gawked at or whispered about.
There is speculation among some that crossdressing men are not, by nature, to be considered transgender. Sure, crossdressers can be assigned to the term transvestite or tranny (as it relates to transvestism), but some believe that crossdressers are not part of the transgender group because of crossdressers do not feel a deep-rooted need to become the opposite gender.
I had never attempted dressing as Savannah in a women’s swimsuit for a pool party/BBQ. What to do?
Could it be true? Is it possible that the average American citizen wouldn’t be up for hanging out with a transgender man or woman?
If there is a God, there must also be a Goddess. Neither is more important than the other, both are in balance, together they create a Whole.
A dear friend, in her distinct quiet way, put “it out there” about her transgender nature.