The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance…
We are surrounded by people every day—from work, to drivers sharing the road, to friends and family, to neighbors living across the street and behind the white picket fences. Unless you are living in a cave or on an expanse of ranch acreage that takes hours to travel, we have people around us in some capacity. And, that is not necessarily a bad thing. The human animal is a social one, typically more comfortable within a vicinity of others than being in isolation.
I wonder often about beauty. I strive for a version of it every time I pull out my makeup case and prepare to transform into my Savannah persona. Every time I look in the mirror—after donning my wig and brushing it out—I question why I even bother to try.
A non-binary, straight male-to-female crossdresser and a Christian, conservative, Republican, pro-Trump woman walk into a Starbucks… Good jokes have begun with less. My pre-amble to this story didn’t happen exactly that way, as I’m sure you know…
“Have you ever had one of those days where—while phone chatting to your cousin and she’s asks for the name of your book—you accidentally text “Living with Crossdressing: Defining a New Normal” to your gf’s youngest daughter as a reveal? Asking for a friend…”
According to the American Psychological Association website, the term “transgender is an umbrella term for persons whose gender identity, gender expression or behavior does not conform to that typically associated with the sex to which they were assigned at birth. ….” Crossdressers are one of their categories or types of transgender people. Just because there is not a more modern term for crossdressers, that does not mean that our gender duality is not real.
Well, it happened. The bag finally appeared in the “to check” conveyor lane… waiting to be unzipped and rifled through. I had panties and a bra in there! There was a pair of strappy heels and a wig in there! Gulp! I explained again what they would probably find in the bag and what probably set up an alert to what was found in the x-ray machine. They tested the hip pads for residue. And, it got a hit! What the what? They took additional swabs for the hip pads and additional swabs for the breast forms…
Drag Queen Story Hour at the Greenville County Branch Library in Five Forks.
I told a crossdressing friend that I was speaking to somebody in Sweden about men who dressed as women using latex or rubber masks. There are several sub-genres of moderately common subtypes of maskers. Why would a crossdresser want to wear a mask?
What has become of us? Remember back In the day when you met people at a bar and only had to ask what their astrological sign was? Where the worst thing you had to deal with was whether their Pisces was compatible with your Taurus? And just knowing what their next drink was seemed to be good enough?