Christine Abrams
11-12-2010, 05:40 PM
Allright, so... obviously I crossdress, otherwise I wouldn't be here.
The thing is, I waited 'till 27 to come out and had cultivated a very strongly male presentation. Occasionally someone would ask me if I'm gay (I am), and I would respond that no, I'm not.
As you can imagine, all those years of repression has left some considerable psychological scars. Add to this the fact that I waited 'till 30 to leave home, have spotty social skills, and you have recipe for disaster.
So anyway, I moved to Seattle for the holidays last year and long story short, I spent 6 months homeless, and now live in a neighborhood that I came into while living with one of the tent cities of the Puget Sound area.
So now I have: bad hair, nightmare brows, bad social skills, feelings of the opposite gender I never learned to process properly, a few female undergarments, and a trashy evening dress I got from a so-called "friend" that was schitzophrenic and turned on me like an analogy I can't think of right now..
To make matters worse, I've been rejected by the Seattle TG community; Very occasionally, when I can muster the self-esteem to do my hair and pluck my brows, get enough sleep the night before and generally have a decent outlook, at worst I'm treated with tolerance; at best I'll get some very welcome looks from some man that finds me attractive, but I'm frankly too scared to follow through with introductions.
So, there you have it... I feel completely hopeless. I had been active in a gender processing support group at SCS but have been rejected by no less than three very prominent members there. One went so far as to invite me over for a few drinks and a bull session about me possibly joining their band as a stand-in bassist, but didn't meet me when they said they would.. message recieved.
Now that I've rambled on for most of a page, I come to the reason for me posting: what the hell do I do, now? I'm waking up at 1:00 in the afternoon, playing my xbox all night and apparently just waiting to die... I guess I'm asking for help.
Thanks for your patience, whoever has read this.. sorry, I just needed to vent.
The thing is, I waited 'till 27 to come out and had cultivated a very strongly male presentation. Occasionally someone would ask me if I'm gay (I am), and I would respond that no, I'm not.
As you can imagine, all those years of repression has left some considerable psychological scars. Add to this the fact that I waited 'till 30 to leave home, have spotty social skills, and you have recipe for disaster.
So anyway, I moved to Seattle for the holidays last year and long story short, I spent 6 months homeless, and now live in a neighborhood that I came into while living with one of the tent cities of the Puget Sound area.
So now I have: bad hair, nightmare brows, bad social skills, feelings of the opposite gender I never learned to process properly, a few female undergarments, and a trashy evening dress I got from a so-called "friend" that was schitzophrenic and turned on me like an analogy I can't think of right now..
To make matters worse, I've been rejected by the Seattle TG community; Very occasionally, when I can muster the self-esteem to do my hair and pluck my brows, get enough sleep the night before and generally have a decent outlook, at worst I'm treated with tolerance; at best I'll get some very welcome looks from some man that finds me attractive, but I'm frankly too scared to follow through with introductions.
So, there you have it... I feel completely hopeless. I had been active in a gender processing support group at SCS but have been rejected by no less than three very prominent members there. One went so far as to invite me over for a few drinks and a bull session about me possibly joining their band as a stand-in bassist, but didn't meet me when they said they would.. message recieved.
Now that I've rambled on for most of a page, I come to the reason for me posting: what the hell do I do, now? I'm waking up at 1:00 in the afternoon, playing my xbox all night and apparently just waiting to die... I guess I'm asking for help.
Thanks for your patience, whoever has read this.. sorry, I just needed to vent.