LookingGlass
03-07-2015, 03:21 AM
Friday nights with nothing to do may be the worst these last few months. Tonight has been le piece de resistance, though certainly no peace. With nothing else to do of course I get dolled up. Changed outfits a few times… typical routine. I finally settled on a bodycon-like dress I got on sale at Dillard’s. I’m looking in the mirror at the finished product with the dress and heels and everything else and I think, “Wow!” I am looking at myself thinking I feel completely great about how I look and feel. Loved it. Cloud 9 and all that jazz parading around the apartment. Then the phantoms showed up in the mirror.
About 12 years ago I started this trend of build-and-purge a wardrobe on the cheap in between relationships. I’m still confused how one girlfriend didn’t notice the platform heels on the computer room floor in my apartment one night she stopped over briefly. So now after a second divorce I’ve picked back up and this time actually get closet space to hang stuff up. I look at it all, clothes and shoes, and I smile contently. Then the phantoms show up again.
My ex-wife here and best friend back in my hometown know. They’ve both been supportive in different ways. My friend has been completely non-judgmental about it, and my ex has actually gone shopping with me. That last one is going to hurt because I really enjoyed it, but I suspect she is about get into a relationship with a new guy and I am not one to step on another’s toes there. The problem I’ve run into is that I really don’t have a clue how far it goes, and tonight actually made me break down and cry about it. I think I’ve only really ever had one close male friend. I’ve always befriended women much easier. Personal life, professional life. And while there was always what I called a sexual attraction to women, there of course was always something else to it. Starting at 6 I was either stealing away catalogs from Sears or JCP or whoever. I would play out fantasies at night when I was supposed to be asleep that I was forced to wear girls’ clothes. I even made Princess Leia slave girl outfit out of pajamas that I accidentally fell asleep in. Years later my mom admitted she saw me asleep in it. I think I turned so pale I disappeared.
So, I never really tried to think much of it. Something always felt off, felt strange. After years of refusing to think much on it because I was afraid of a lot of things with it, I’ve tried changing that routine. Most of the girls and women I’ve befriended so much always had a quality I admired, and sometimes I really was attracted to them, sometimes because of that thing they had that now I think I wanted for myself. I walk around in life in guy mode and I feel like I have to be some shadow. Avoid gazes, move in and out quickly. I get into girl mode and I feel normal and happy. Then I start to break down because underneath the clothes and hair and shoes and makeup there is still a male body who can’t make heads or tails of decades of confusion. My friend back home years ago (before she knew) said it was always easy hanging out with me because I was one of the girls so to speak. My ex and people every now and then make comments about me being like a woman about something odd and random has not helped the confusion. I feel so stuck and lost and confused and so tired of it.
I’ve started and retyped this so many times I don’t remember what the different trains of thought were going and I know this may start to get to the realm of TL;DR. Maybe I just needed the Internet to rant on tonight. Anyway, whoever reads this, this “girl” has many thanks for you.
Dani
About 12 years ago I started this trend of build-and-purge a wardrobe on the cheap in between relationships. I’m still confused how one girlfriend didn’t notice the platform heels on the computer room floor in my apartment one night she stopped over briefly. So now after a second divorce I’ve picked back up and this time actually get closet space to hang stuff up. I look at it all, clothes and shoes, and I smile contently. Then the phantoms show up again.
My ex-wife here and best friend back in my hometown know. They’ve both been supportive in different ways. My friend has been completely non-judgmental about it, and my ex has actually gone shopping with me. That last one is going to hurt because I really enjoyed it, but I suspect she is about get into a relationship with a new guy and I am not one to step on another’s toes there. The problem I’ve run into is that I really don’t have a clue how far it goes, and tonight actually made me break down and cry about it. I think I’ve only really ever had one close male friend. I’ve always befriended women much easier. Personal life, professional life. And while there was always what I called a sexual attraction to women, there of course was always something else to it. Starting at 6 I was either stealing away catalogs from Sears or JCP or whoever. I would play out fantasies at night when I was supposed to be asleep that I was forced to wear girls’ clothes. I even made Princess Leia slave girl outfit out of pajamas that I accidentally fell asleep in. Years later my mom admitted she saw me asleep in it. I think I turned so pale I disappeared.
So, I never really tried to think much of it. Something always felt off, felt strange. After years of refusing to think much on it because I was afraid of a lot of things with it, I’ve tried changing that routine. Most of the girls and women I’ve befriended so much always had a quality I admired, and sometimes I really was attracted to them, sometimes because of that thing they had that now I think I wanted for myself. I walk around in life in guy mode and I feel like I have to be some shadow. Avoid gazes, move in and out quickly. I get into girl mode and I feel normal and happy. Then I start to break down because underneath the clothes and hair and shoes and makeup there is still a male body who can’t make heads or tails of decades of confusion. My friend back home years ago (before she knew) said it was always easy hanging out with me because I was one of the girls so to speak. My ex and people every now and then make comments about me being like a woman about something odd and random has not helped the confusion. I feel so stuck and lost and confused and so tired of it.
I’ve started and retyped this so many times I don’t remember what the different trains of thought were going and I know this may start to get to the realm of TL;DR. Maybe I just needed the Internet to rant on tonight. Anyway, whoever reads this, this “girl” has many thanks for you.
Dani