I’m sitting here in a pair of yoga pants and a pink tank. I’m wearing them because the person that I know I am on the inside, holds very little resemblance to the body I wear on the outside so I do my best to change what I can and accept what I can’t, without sounding like my own personal 12 step program.
As I sit here trying to think what I should write about for this site. I realize I am saying ‘I’ way too much, when I really should be talking about we.
My friends, thank you for taking this journey. We are all on it for different reasons, and have different needs and expectations, but the fact remains we are here together, and this site is honestly one of the few safe “havens” we have right now. Politics are difficult waters to swim and lately hard to steer clear of as well.
It doesn’t take much to see the challenges and great divides our status inspires. Crossdresser, or transgender, we are sort of the last frontier of tolerance in our country right now (Though thinking about it, if they stop hating us, people will probably find something else to hate quickly). Most of my friends here try to just do the best they can to blend in, and are very gracious to offer tips to us newcomers on how to do the same. We don’t seem to be clamoring for the spotlight, or wanting to be a political movement, and yet here we are inspiring bizarre laws and unfounded fears all over the place.
Strangely my mother who fought valiantly for equal rights for women, seems to be far on the opposite end of the spectrum, fighting against our rights to live as them. And that is our dilemma, how do we blend and yet effect the social changes required to protect who we are, or how we dress, or what we are allowed to become in this life. Now please don’t think I’m asking you to grab your picket signs and lipstick and wear out your heals marching for a cause. But we must stop and ask ourselves what we will do if and when the fight for our freedom comes to us, hopefully not in huge dangerous confrontations, but even in the smaller hate that we have seen hurled outside of Target store bathrooms.
Some of us may have been lucky enough to have a strong woman raise us, and teach us how to stand with dignity for what we believe in. As the events unfold around us, my hope is that we all find not only the strength to do the same, but are blessed with some safety through the storm.
For myself, I know that just as I walk a journey towards my outside matching as closely as possible to my inside. I have to be ready to face the challenges that come with the changes. I wish they were physical and mental alone, but you have my commitment to do the best I can to be an instrument of change for the better as I transform myself… with liberty and high heels for all.
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