Christie Camelle
04-25-2015, 09:42 PM
Ok, so I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and I have come to the conclusion that I was simply born wrong. I have two sisters and a brother living and a brother we lost about 6 years ago. All of my siblings are overweight. I mean several hundred pounds. My oldest sister is pushing 400 lbs easy. My living brother is near that. The one who passed away was well over 400. My younger sis is a good 200 lbs. And they all have health issues.
I am the forth child and I am 5'9" and maybe 160. I could easily lose down to 135 or 140 if I tried. My health is near perfect for a 48 year old. I dressed today for the first time since Halloween. Full makeup, hair done. I looked pretty nice. It felt... normal. I even drove to pick my older sis up at work while dressed (she is my only family member who knows and is very supportive). When my mom was pregnant with me, my dad was sure I was going to be a girl. My name is the name he had picked out for me had I been born female.
I have been a closet dresser since I was about 12 years old or so. I could never understand why I liked dressing in girl's clothes better than boy's stuff. I played all the normal boy games and such, but I was a runt. I was never the first picked for the teams and it didn't bother me. Still, something felt awkward. I have always been very sensitive, emotionally. Some songs make me cry. I love to watch a good love story movie. I am one of the few guys who will admit to having watched "The Notebook" and liked it. (sensitive... I'm crying as I write this)
A few years ago, I started dressing more at the encouragement at my then girlfriend. She helped build my confidence and that time frame was the first time I used makeup and wigs. We would go out together and have girls' nights out. When we broke up, I did my first purge and almost immediately regretted it. I have since added an item here and an item there until I have a decent, yet small wardrobe and accessories.
I have never considered myself gay (I consider myself an ally), but I had two experiences with men in recent past. One was purely sex thing and the other was, well, with a bi guy who I adored. He was a casual CD. He moved away not long ago, so... anyway. I have recently thought about the sexual aspects of my dual life. I have concluded, as I am sure some of you have as well, that I am "bi when dressed" or something to that effect. When I dress for Halloween, I get hit on by both men and woman. What a rush! God, if I could only feel that every day of the year!
All this being said, I have concluded that I am not so much a CD as a trans woman with no hope for a normal, happy life. I am trapped in this body due to finances, age, location, and circumstances. I would love to meet either a woman who appreciates my femme side or a man who is like minded. Oh, to be in love! I have been there before, but only in part. This true side of me has been neglected and will most likely never find love. I have been the protector, the provider, the man of the house... I would love to feel that again. Or I would love to lie down next to my soul mate, curl up against him, and feel weak and timid and loved and protected.
I don't know how many of you do this, but I tend to separate the two halves of myself, referring to each as an individual. The two parts of me are symbiots, each being necessary to the others existence . And alas, poor Christie is imprisoned within the walls of a body that she feels alien in. She feels sad. So do I. I can't help her. All I can do is give her time to be herself and allow her to live her life as best she can. If only I knew then what Christie knows now...
Thank you all for letting me vent.
I am the forth child and I am 5'9" and maybe 160. I could easily lose down to 135 or 140 if I tried. My health is near perfect for a 48 year old. I dressed today for the first time since Halloween. Full makeup, hair done. I looked pretty nice. It felt... normal. I even drove to pick my older sis up at work while dressed (she is my only family member who knows and is very supportive). When my mom was pregnant with me, my dad was sure I was going to be a girl. My name is the name he had picked out for me had I been born female.
I have been a closet dresser since I was about 12 years old or so. I could never understand why I liked dressing in girl's clothes better than boy's stuff. I played all the normal boy games and such, but I was a runt. I was never the first picked for the teams and it didn't bother me. Still, something felt awkward. I have always been very sensitive, emotionally. Some songs make me cry. I love to watch a good love story movie. I am one of the few guys who will admit to having watched "The Notebook" and liked it. (sensitive... I'm crying as I write this)
A few years ago, I started dressing more at the encouragement at my then girlfriend. She helped build my confidence and that time frame was the first time I used makeup and wigs. We would go out together and have girls' nights out. When we broke up, I did my first purge and almost immediately regretted it. I have since added an item here and an item there until I have a decent, yet small wardrobe and accessories.
I have never considered myself gay (I consider myself an ally), but I had two experiences with men in recent past. One was purely sex thing and the other was, well, with a bi guy who I adored. He was a casual CD. He moved away not long ago, so... anyway. I have recently thought about the sexual aspects of my dual life. I have concluded, as I am sure some of you have as well, that I am "bi when dressed" or something to that effect. When I dress for Halloween, I get hit on by both men and woman. What a rush! God, if I could only feel that every day of the year!
All this being said, I have concluded that I am not so much a CD as a trans woman with no hope for a normal, happy life. I am trapped in this body due to finances, age, location, and circumstances. I would love to meet either a woman who appreciates my femme side or a man who is like minded. Oh, to be in love! I have been there before, but only in part. This true side of me has been neglected and will most likely never find love. I have been the protector, the provider, the man of the house... I would love to feel that again. Or I would love to lie down next to my soul mate, curl up against him, and feel weak and timid and loved and protected.
I don't know how many of you do this, but I tend to separate the two halves of myself, referring to each as an individual. The two parts of me are symbiots, each being necessary to the others existence . And alas, poor Christie is imprisoned within the walls of a body that she feels alien in. She feels sad. So do I. I can't help her. All I can do is give her time to be herself and allow her to live her life as best she can. If only I knew then what Christie knows now...
Thank you all for letting me vent.