As a postmortem to the “Just Like a Woman” movie watch party, I outlined the major crossdressing themes that stood out to me, complete with minute markers and my thoughts!
The point is… fear is not mutually exclusive of bravery. Femininity is not the absence of masculinity. Love is not the opposite of hate. Strength and vulnerability are not mutually exclusive. While I stand behind my words stating the psychological and physical components of self can all live mutually exclusive from social “norms” expectations and assumptions, the true note to take away from that statement is that our birth biology or gender identity is not a presupposition or limiter of who we are at out true hearts and minds as individuals.
What is there to do in this new quarantined era? Do we need to return to our closet? What happens when your wife knows and supports your feminine side, but, now, you play host for an unexpected extended family as they exodus from the hotter epicenters?
Things gained through unjust fraud are never secure. Sophocles Crossdressing… seen as something that should…
Beauty without expression is boring. Ralph Waldo Emerson I was asked the following question at…
Recently, I was reminded about something I had previously written about and had been exposed to on many occasions… but had forgotten about completely. I have spent much of my Savannah time away from crossdressers, interacting with the larger LGBTQ world and the general public over the last two years. There is a difference between masculine and feminine energies while dressing.
Recently, I was graced with two random acts of kindness—maybe, more like acceptance—as I lived and spoke my truth as a dual-gender person.
From my calculations it seems that Savannah has lived a public and out-loud life for less than two years. Savannah is barely out of her Terrible Twos!! No wonder she is always so whiny, demanding and cranky!! Sure, we could add a formulaic factor for the fact that I have matured as a human being in “real-time”, but Lindsey’s words made me realize that it is possible that my, sometimes, lack of esteem and self-confidence—in my voice, my mannerisms, and my look—could be attributed to the fact that Savannah has only experienced two years of actual “out-loud” life.
On nearly every continent, and for all of recorded history, thriving cultures have recognized, revered, and integrated more than two genders.
I didn’t expect it. Savannah was meant to be a periodic feminine gender expression. I didn’t realize her visibility would be an example to others to follow.