Ahh…what is that sound? It makes one stop and look around the store to see who’s making it. The clickity-clack of high heels walking on ceramic tiles has captured my attention and I have no choice but to try to catch a glimpse of the person making such wonderful sounds. She walks past; I notice painted red toes, the shape of her legs, the way her hips swing in perfect rhythm to the drumming beat of her shoes. And those shoes, what wouldn’t I give to be walking in a pair just like them. Well, not quite like them, mine would have to be a size 13. She leaves me a calling card, the whiff of an exotic perfume that punctuates her confidence and presentation.
This is my life, one that has taken me nearly 50 years to mostly understand. You might have guessed by now, I love to use words, weave them into imagery that paints a word picture. Recently, I’ve been working on a novel about a crossdressing accountant and his alter ego. It helps to relate, and relate I do. It took me longer than I expected to pen my first novel, but once I did the floodgates opened and I have since published several. I’ve only written one short novella as Brina, but the hero/heroine, crossdressing Sam, has many adventures to share and I can’t wait to finish their first adventure.
Recently there was a story on the internet about transgendered military personnel and the updated status that will allow them to now serve in public, out and not hidden. That wasn’t the most interesting part of the piece, but the overall estimate of how many transgendered military personnel there are, thousands. I’ve said it before, but let me do so again, there are more like us than the world has ever imagined. By us, I mean people who are human and share the qualities once purposely divided between male and female. My daughter was a tomboy, but when she got decked out, she was stunning, still is. We applauded her when she got down and dirty in the mud, and praised her beauty. I feel like I’m the polar opposite of her; a bettygirl. (Maybe you have a better name.) I can be down and dirty, and then I shave all my body hair off, lotion up, and glamour up. What’s the difference? Perception.
The good news; the world’s perception is changing. It really doesn’t have a choice, our numbers are growing, and soon the world will have no option other than to become a more blended society. Okay, soon may take awhile, but we’ve come so far. There are a lot of people like me, many my age who wish we could be twelve today and have the choice to start our paths differently. In college I had to scour the library to read books about my feelings. Most of them told me I had an affliction and should seek counselling to correct it. It would get to the point where self-doubt and shame would make me feel like a worthless person, a mistake. No more! The world has expanded and me with it. I love Brina, who she is, how she makes me feel, the alter ego to my boring male counterpart. I can’t imagine my life without her. I don’t want to any longer. I need her to be whole. Every morning, I wake up, shave, lotion up, and glamour up for a few hours of coffee and internet time. I’m still hidden to the world, or most of it. A few know my tendencies; it came out to my children in the divorce, but my responsibilities keep Brina from having more of public persona. Some days, I wear Brina underneath my clothes, and some nights to bed. It’s enough for now.
Never say never, because that would most likely be a lie. Circumstances change and life moves on. Back to my shopping story. When I was in my teens I would look at the girl making the clacking sound and wonder what it would be like to be with her, fantasizing about her wearing those shoes. I admit, I’ve always had a thing about nylons and heels, what girl doesn’t. I experienced the fantasy and life went on. In my thirties, I wanted to wear those shoes. In my forties, I wanted to be her. Now I’m in my fifties and I have those shoes. I wear them and I still wonder what it would be like to be with her, only now we’d both be wearing our heels.
So, be happy with who you are and accept that the journey you’re on is okay to travel. There isn’t any path in life that isn’t without frustration and obstacles. Living life and overcoming roadblocks is what is important. Being kind to others and forgiving ourselves for not living up to the world’s perception of what they think we should be is what really matters. The world’s perception is changing and us along with it!
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