Rules

Rules
1. I am a male to female transgendered person. If the whole subject of transgenderism grosses you out, please do not continue to follow this blog. Eventually there will be pictures and discussions about men dressing as women and going out in public. If you are offended by this subject, I suggest you search again.
2. Cyberbullying and harassment of any sort will not be tolerated. Any posts that harass transgenders or any other member of the LGBT community (including their significant others) will be immediately deleted and the violator removed from the blog. NO EXCEPTIONS.
3. There are no pictures or stories of a sexual nature on this blog. If you are looking for this kind of a blog, please look elsewhere.
4. Anyone is welcome to follow my blog, and much like an equal opportunity employer I will not restrict access to anyone based on their race, color, religion, national origin, creed, or especially sexual orientation. We are all equal in my eyes!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Transgendered or Crossdresser?

I have read several posts on other LGBT blogs that discuss the differences between transgendered people and crossdressers, and truthfully, I don't fit completely into either. I am a man that dresses in womens clothing when I have the chance and 90% of the time am underdressed. That would make me a crossdresser.
But stop the presses. I also have the emotions and feelings typically attributed to the female gender, and feel that I am a woman stuck in a man's body. Nothing makes me feel more like myself than spending all day in panties, pantyhose, a bra, a nice woman's outfit, heels, and makeup and wig, partaking the day as a woman. That would make me a transgendered person. Current circumstances have dictated that I cannot present full-time as a woman, but if I could, I would. There is just too much at stake.
So where does that leave me? Because I feel that my physical makeup is not what it should be, I am transgendered. Yes, I do present as a man when the need arises. I work on cars, I fix the house, I mow the lawns, etc.., but the whole time I wish I was doing it while presenting myself as Janet. I wish I was doing those things with my wig in a ponytail, wearing capris, a knit t-shirt, and canvas shoes or ballet flats, worrying about breaking one of my french manicured nails.
To ask the question again: Where does that leave me? The answer is in a constant state of turmoil.

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