This is maddening. Throughout my life I've kind of wished I didn't have this annoying desire to make myself look pretty. I've even used drugs as a means of "getting it out of my system", so that I could go a few months feeling desire instead of envy when I'd see a pretty girl. Because, you know, that's normal.
But during this time, I've noticed something. The less control I feel like I have over my own life, the more my female side starts to come out. I really hate feeling like I'm not in control of my own life, too. I wonder if the only way my brain can deal with feeling like I'm someone else's bitch, is by fetishizing it? That's an awfully crude way of putting it, but then as Sigmund Freud liked to say, our subconscious minds are very crude indeed.
For the past few years, I've been living with family for reasons beyond my control. But this past April, once certain restrictions on me were finally lifted, I found a job doing something that I was extremely good at. I worked my ass off. I poured everything I had into making this job work. I finally broke free of this city that's steeped in mediocrity, and made it to New York City. No one cares how you act here. I see non-passing transsexuals at least 1-2 times a week, and no one bats an eye. No one stares or whispers, or tells them they'll surely burn in hell, they just go on their way.
I work for a small company, but it looks like we're going to be successful. I'm finally in control of my life. My life is where I want it to be. I can crossdress with impunity. Except, I don't want to anymore. I'm in control of my life now. And I feel like a man again. On the one hand, this is good. It's what I've wanted all along. On the other hand, I have about $500 worth of awesome thrift store finds that are taking up too much space, and that I'm suddenly deeply embarrassed that I own. I kind of want to get rid of it all. But then, I put so much time and energy into getting ridiculously good deals on all these clothes and shoes (and boots!) that it seems like such a shame to get rid of them all. And I can't exactly say I have NO desire to crossdress anymore. I'm just more indifferent to it than I usually am.
Maybe I can get lucky and meet some girl here who loves the idea of having a boyfriend that's more interested in women's fashion than he has any right to be? I mean, there are girls out there that are lesbians, so it stands to reason that there are girls out there who wouldn't mind dating somewhat-feminine guys that like to play with makeup sometimes? But how exactly do you bring that up? That's the million-dollar question right there.