t the meeting, I told the group that I was going to use this Pride Month to be more visible in a different way. While social media and the news outlets are talking all about the parades and the marches and festivities, I decided to take the message of Savannah to the mean streets. Of course, I am not foolish enough to do something drastic, but some would say what I am doing is drastic… and foolish.
Have you ever heard the saying “Always wear clean underwear. You never know when you’re going to be in an accident”? I always laughed at that statement. It seemed so trivial a statement. But, what do you do when you are a male-to-female crossdresser who wears feminine underwear 100% of the time?
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.
As human beings, we have an instinctual need to feel accepted. Sure, we can dress up to our hearts content behind locked doors and drawn curtains. But parading around in the home without any greater acceptance of who we are beyond ourselves is, in itself, an isolated and lonely affair.
A crossdressing man told his wife recently that he didn’t feel any different when he dressed as a man than when he dressed as a woman. The wife scoffed and replied that she could see, absolutely, the changes that overcame him when he dressed in feminine clothing. A shift of perspective is a common occurrence for crossdressing men. In fact, I’ve faced similar questions from my own girlfriend.
I was probably the only crossdresser there that night, but that didn’t stop me from sliding out to the dance floor when it was still empty.
I was a New York kind of girl and had a New York state of mind (thanks to Billy Joel) for over twenty years. Unfortunately, the bright lights of the big city became too bright and too big to continue living there. Even though my entire transgender community was in and around the Big Apple, my girlfriend and I had to leave for a warmer and less expensive latitude.