Merriam Webster’s definition: to be excited or emotionally stirred up with anger. Yep… that explains it.


I never know when a thought will hit me that is worth pursuing for an article. I love the challenge of finding parallels in thoughts and assumptions. “Seeing Red” has a duplicitous meaning for me. Not as much as it used to be, but still relevant, even today, and one I think you’ll find amusing.

I’m heading home, and although the traffic in my area is minimal compared to a large city, it can still cause me to string together a sentence of negativity towards my fellow drivers. Why is it that one carefree individual can cause so much duress to those who feel hurried to get to their destination? If you want me to see red, then by all means drive ten miles per hour under the speed limit with no means for those anguishing to pass having a way to do so. Nothing, and I mean this sincerely, causes me to lose my cool any quicker and with powerful emotion than in dealing with all the other less than perfect drivers. I am aware that I make my own share of mistakes and cause the same outrage with me to happen in others. This is the nature of driving. It is also the nature of being a crossdresser.

Besides driving (for me) this life of a crossdresser has been one of the quick emotional outbursts and bipolar impulses in the severity of the high and low. A casual drive that is relaxing can turn into resentment the moment someone impedes our progress. Sound familiar? I also doubt that there are two other activities that cause one to spend an exorbitant amount of time talking to oneself…

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What I long to be is the driver who sashays down the road without a care in the world, unmoved by the opinion of others and content within their place in the world. Much like an aged crossdresser trying to explain to a younger one struggling to understand and accept this life and their place in it. Peace is magical, it is salvation, and it is generally just out of one’s grasp. When we think we have it secured, it shatters easily and becomes placed further out of our reach.

In either case, I find it hard not to see red. I’m better at both today than I was in the past. Accepting my crossdressing self is much easier than forgiving the two semis on the interstate, going five miles per hour under the posted speed, as one tries to pass the other for… 10 miles… I no longer see red and toss all of my clothing and accessories away, once punishing that part of me that is more important than I ever realized.

I’ve settled in one part of my life, becoming the acceptor of my lot in life, and finding value and rewards in doing so. Seeing red now is equated with my desire to present as a Scottish lass in long, flowing red locks and killer heels… The smile on my face is genuine. I enjoy being me, being free. If I could only get rid of all the other drivers and have the road to myself, life would be nearly perfect…

Is there some tidbit of grand wisdom in my thoughts? Simply this. Letting others evade our peace because of our self-defined perceptions is a bad recipe. I found a way to curb my anger when driving and I learned to calm the demons that tore at my soul and accept that getting there 5 minutes earlier isn’t worth dying over nor is figuratively cutting off my nose to spite my face…  When I eventually die, the list of positives of being a crossdresser, transgendered, two-spirit, gender-neutral, or any other term will vastly outweigh the negatives. Someone might compliment me as handsome in my suit and tie, but it will never make me feel as good as when I know I’ve put together the perfect outfit, heels, makeup, accessories, and then complete it with the exquisite shade of red hair…

Until next time…


Be content, be inquisitive, and above all, be at peace.


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Sabrina (Brina) MacTavish

Brina is from Iowa. She is currently the Managing Editor of CDH and TGH. When she isn't busy on-site, she spends her time writing--more than a hobby, but still seeking that 1st bestseller. Under her male guise, she has 5 published works of fiction and one short novella under Brina's deplume. A recently completed CD novel should be ready in the next year and Brina hopes it can become a series with fun characters.

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Clarissa Cross
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1 year ago

Thank You for a great post. I’m a doctor and ha a patient who told me that he had done some traffic error and had to retake his drivers license and when he was doing the driving test he flunked because he was afraid to go to fast and then the policeman told him that he would have to take the test again because he was driving to slow and thus causing danger, I seldom laugh of my patient but this time I couldn’t resist.

Clarissa Cross
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1 year ago

one of my friend commented that he wish gasoline would end up around 15 dollar per gallon as this would keep a lot of cars away from the road, I almost agree with him.

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