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Traversing The Gender Spectrum
I’m quite sure the subject of ‘Traversing the Gender Spectrum’ has been discussed previously on TgR. However I have this thing on spectrums buzzing around my head and I need to put pen to paper (2014 style).
It is a fact that many TgR members describe themselves as cross dressers. Nothing wrong with being a crossdresser, I started when I was about four years of age (catch them young I heard God say).I am not about to dictate who is what on the gender spectrum, however whatever goes on in my puny mind and my inner most feelings can probably be generalised, an archytype?
I myself started life as crossdresser and widely considered myself a crossdresser throughout most of my life. Everything was neatly catergorised and placed metaphorically in boxes; simple? I always ensured I recieved my weekly copy of the TV times (chuckle).With the life of the crossdresser came the usual guilt, shame and a feeling of ‘I ought not to be allowed to live, I’m too different and don’t fit in’.
Over the years I began to realise that the crossdressing was not the be all and end all, but a symptom of a much deeper and insiduous challenge; transsexuality. Over those ensuing years my attitudes and mindsets began to change. There again I suspect that those mindsets were always there and transsxualism was the abiding challenge that I had been endowed with from birth, or even pre birth. Others, that is friends have mentioned seeing subtle changes about my demeanor over the years, perhaps linked to an increasing inevitabilty of my place on the gender spectrum.
Despite never having surgery (SRS) or facial feminisation or even female hormones I feel that I have transitioned in attitudes and self worth and a personal acceptance of just who I am. Like everyone else we change, we grow in mind and spirit throughout life in maturity. What you see is not necessarily what is on the inside. I’m a big lad with a five o’clock shadow with thighs like Mal Meninga’s (not quite), yet my inner feelings speak of a strong femininity and an attachment to womanly things. I love floral patterns, my favourite colour is lilac, I can leave a pile of used tissues from viewing chick flicks. I’m told by my aging daughter I’m super sensitive.
Oh dear, will it never end? absolutely not.