For starters, I left my last blog hanging. The following day after I returned from Tulsa I had requested a day off so I decided to spend the entire day dressed. I bowl on Monday nights so I was gone the majority of the day. I left the house at about 7am and headed to storage to get dressed. As I was dressing, I could not help but think about the fact that I returned from Choctaw the previous day without losing any money. Since it was Monday (which is traditionally one of the best days to go to the casinos) I decided to head north and try my luck again. Let's just say that the two pairs of shoes I fell in love with the previous day were bought that day. I won $40, which was enough to buy the shoes. A happy ending to an otherwise disappointing (in a CD sense) trip.
The high heels
And the Kitten Heels
Now on to what I have been doing for the past month: daily dressing!!
The only days I have not dressed since I have been home from Tulsa are Saturdays and Sundays.
I have dressed every week day in the morning for the drive into work. My opinion is that two hours are better than none! A few of the highlights:
To say that I have had fun would be an understatement! I have dressed every weekday and these 14 are just a small representation. I have worn the same pair of shoes only once and have not duplicated a complete outfit. Some have been way more comfortable than others!
Soapbox time!!
Along with this recent flurry of dressing every morning has come a revised sense of woman. Yes, I know that I was not born as a woman, but I sure got here as quick as I could. I have gotten to the point now where I really don't care what strangers think. When I am out and about en femme, I am me. I am not a dude trying to look like a woman, I am Janet. The clothes, makeup, wig, everything is the persona I most identify with, and is how I prefer to dress. Honestly, the clothes I wear in guy mode are an act. If I could, I would be Janet 24/7. When I think, I think as Janet. When I speak to people, it is as Janet (without the woman's voice when I am in drab, of course). My emotions are Janet's. My evil male temper comes out on occasion, but that is because of that wonderful testosterone. Some people might disagree with what I am saying, but it is my opinion of what my life is all about. When you take away all of the BS, I am a woman who was born with the wrong body parts and physique and because of societal constraints have been forced for 40 years and counting to live by a set of rules that I do not agree with. We can choose the profession we want to pursue. We can choose the people we want to be around. Why can't we choose the gender we want to convey to the world without fear of ridicule? I would have chosen Janet a LONG time ago. Picture this: a group of children walk into the auditorium when they reach a certain age. The purpose of the meeting? To decide if they want to stay the gender they were born as or start the gender reassignment procedure. If they choose the change, a permission slip is sent home to Mom and Dad. LOL--this is all toungue in cheek, of course. Everyone knows this wouldn't happen.
What brings this up? I do not like my male self. I do not feel attractive as a male. As a female, I feel pretty. It feels natural and NORMAL. As I have been dressing this past month, I have realized what I really want. I have dressed every work day. During that stretch, I have been sick twice and this week have been fighting a hip injury that I got bowling Monday night. I did not skip dressing a single day. My thoughts? If I am going to work, I am going to dress. Sometimes I stop in at the local store for items I need. If I need gas, I stop at the station. But most of the time I just drive to my changing place before work. It might seem like a waste of time and makeup to some, but I must dress every morning. I hate using "real women" analogies, but in this case I feel the need. If a GG (genetic girl) has to go to work and she does not feel well, she does not stray from the required dress code. Why should I? My self imposed dress code is business casual Monday through Thursday and casual on Fridays. I do not stray from that. This morning I wore a dress, pantyhose, and heels. Tomorrow will be casual.
Another thing that brought this up is my Flickr page. Yes, I have a Flickr page. I have my profile listed as Female. That is how I identify myself. There is no implied deception or any other trickery or tomfoolery, I just see myself as female. The intro is spot-on. I do not show my face in those pictures because I do not want my identity known to the public. Not yet, at least.
Well, that is all for now. Sorry it took so long and sorry for the long soapbox.
Janet