Stupid Bigender…why did I choose this?
I didn’t. It chose me.
Note: if I repeat something I’ve already mentioned in earlier posts, its to reinforce a point or for new readers to understand something. If I contradict something from earlier, it’s because I’ve learned more about myself since then. Also, I know everyone is different. Everyone has their own lives to live and their lived experiences are different from everyone else’s. This is my take on my life
26 April 2020. It was an absolutely beautiful Sunday morning in the Annapolis Valley NS and as the weather forecast had the following three days looking cold with snow and rain, I got out early into the vegetable garden to get as much prep work done as I could.
It was 4c, no wind but full sun. Very quickly it warmed up to 14c and I soon had my sweater off. As I continued to dig over the dirt, I could feel by biceps working hard. The sun beat down on my bare arms and neck and what was I thinking? “Well that’s not going to be much help if I want to wear a sleeveless dress or top. A farmers tan and large muscles.” Such is my conflict between expressions.
Working alone doing a mundane, yet somehow enjoyable task like working over the garden, my mind had plenty of time to consider many thoughts. Not only planning on what I was going to plant where, but also how life might have been different. Questions that popped up were like; should I somehow have stopped myself at “just being a crossdresser”? Could I have lived with that? How about calling it a hobby or seeing it as an art form; in praise of women? I was born male, raised male, enjoy my male life and everything I do as a male so why can’t I just be happy being a straight crossdressing male? There is more to me than just that male portion of my life that until quite recently wasn’t seen by many. Have I now made my life more difficult?
What if I hadn’t got up the nerve to talk to my CO? If I’d been somehow able to quash the thoughts of being more visible? Just have been, or gone back to being an at home alone crossdresser? I think you might suspect the answer…I would not have been all right in the head! There has always been more to me than just wanting to wear the clothes of the opposite gender. That female expression has been a part of me for ever. I just never really understood it.
So at 58 years of age, I find myself trying to balance my two expressions. Sure I love to work outdoors, in the garden etc but that sometimes conflicts with how I want to improve my female expression. Sure I keep my body hair free and toenails painted, what guy doesn’t? Oh, never mind. I usually cover my arms in guy mode to avoid getting too much sun, or go shirtless to avoid the dreaded farmers tan. I try to keep my fingernails as long as I can and coated with clear polish. I tweezed my eyebrows decades ago and they remain fine. I believe these are all parts of my female expression bleeding through into everyday male life.
The previous day after getting home from my night shift and my wife leaving to take groceries to her mother, I had a chance to go through some bags of used clothing my youngest daughter had set aside. Due to boredom, she had actually cleaned out her room…lol. Now I’ve stated in the past that I don’t do part ‘dressing’, but on this occasion I only donned my wig and did the “tuck and stuff” to achieve the correct body shape. And I felt completely fine with my image, even without makeup. I’m not turned off or revolted by what I see. I just see me and I’m now comfortable with that.
So back to the clothes. I found a few items and put then aside. I went into the family room where my daughter was watching something and said “you don’t mind?” as I was wearing leggings, tshirt and cardigan (all saved items), and she answered, “no. Why should I?” but then ran out of the room. That surprised me until she returned with a tube of foundation and a grey eyeshadow pallet. “I don’t use these, thought you could”. “Oh, and there are some bags of clothes in the garage you might find something in them”. “All ready gone through, haha” I replied. We talked about what I had found as well as about what I use for makeup. Love my daughter. I then put the clothes away, changed back to drab gardening clothes and went to dig. It was again, in the garden, that I thought about how I can switch between expressions without regret of losing or having to “put away” an expression.
Being bigender for me is a balance and it’s not always easy, between living up to whom I have been or perceived to have been by others until this point in my life, and who I truly am; which includes that part of me that has been kept under wraps for so long.
I have thought about what I would be like to “live” for a time as a woman, but I have no desire to transition. I believe I would miss the male me. I have thought about what it would be like to be able to modify my body somewhat, ie grow some breasts, get curvier hips, but that’s not happening. Would love to get rid of my damn beard though (but I’m lucky it’s not very dark or heavy), that might be doable.
And in the middle of all these questions and racing mind, I recall the one time I did see a specialist and she said something along the lines of “there is this woman that needs out”. Ok, so she knew her stuff. She saw it in me, I hadn’t clued in yet. Time, self-reflection and learning eventually made the lightbulb come on.
I didn’t choose to be bigender.
What I did choose was to accept who I am. I choose to be the best person I can be. I choose to learn more about myself and others like me. I chose to put myself out there as an example so others know they are not alone and they too can express themselves freely.
Yes, at times it can be very difficult being bigender. Would I choose to be any different? Nope!
- Posted in: The Early Years