jenni_xx
09-28-2015, 12:23 PM
Ok, I'm not the most frequent of poster on this site, and I actually tend to come here when I'm not having a period of activity in regards to my dressing, which I suppose in and of itself is a little strange.
I go through intense periods of ups and downs in regards to my dressing, and one thing I've noticed is that, when the ups start, well, up, again, it takes me a while to build up my confidence. Then, when my confidence reaches its peak, my desire to dress starts to wane.
I've lost count of the amount of times I've thrown things away. Even though I've been "dressing" since my pre-teen years (I'm now 44), if I were to add all the minutes spent dressed together, I doubt it would add up to the grand total of a month. The vast majority of my time is spent as, and presenting as, male. The vast majority of my time that is where I'm comfortable, happiest, secure, fulfilled.
Yet this "thing" still niggles at me, sometimes deep down inside, other times screaming from the rooftops, most times just a passing thought. Yes, pink fog moments (that can last a matter of minutes or be present for x-amount of weeks) have occurred numerous times. Numerous times they've been suppressed in terms of succumbing to them (i.e not acting upon them), numerous times I've wrapped myself in my innate needs and desires and gone along with those feelings in their entirety.
But I'm still a man at heart. I always have been. And the vast majority of my life has been spent presenting myself as male, and happy, comfortable, and wanting to do so.
It's for this reason that I would like to say now, to all who are reading, that I do not appreciate, nor want to be, referred to in any way with a female pronoun. My username (Jenni) can stay, but I would respectfully request that if you are to refer to me, then please do so by addressing me with a male pronoun. Thank you.
Anyway, for a while now I've not dressed at all. Then the other day something just switched within me. It happened at a time when my female wardrobe consisted of nothing more than a pair of shoes and rather nice cream scarf. And that's it. Everything else had been "purged". Why those two items were kept over and above anything else I can't explain. And now my bank manager is about to be made very happy indeed because I'm about to go out and spend again - to replace all the items I've so willingly and short-sightedly thrown away. This spend includes an appointment for a bra fitting at a well known UK store in a weeks time, and an online purchase of forms (due to arrive in a few days) that will accompany said bra fitting. Today, in male mode (because I currently have no clothes, or make-up, etc to present otherwise), I spent time in an independent shop trying, but not yet buying, several different outfits, including shoes, coats, dresses, tops, skirts. The day after tomorrow, when work payment is made into my account, being the time when said items will be bought.
All of this will, of course, result in my boyfriend becoming unhappy with me. Not because it means his boyfriend (me) is again choosing to express himself in a feminine way, but because of the strain it will result in on our finances.
All of which could have been avoided only if I refused to succumb to the desire many months ago to throw it all away.
Which leads me to my ultimate point - throw away we will. Only to buy again. A cycle that is ridiculous and denies who I am, who we are, in a vain hope to align ourselves with what society as a whole finds palatable. And a vain hope that that will actually last. It never does. I know this. I'm not young - I'm 44. Yet I still make the same mistakes again and again.
I can only conclude that this boils down to being unable to accept myself. Something that will most likely happen for the rest of my life. The clothes I buy today, I'll end up throwing out tomorrow. Only to repeat, again and again, this ridiculous cycle.
I go through intense periods of ups and downs in regards to my dressing, and one thing I've noticed is that, when the ups start, well, up, again, it takes me a while to build up my confidence. Then, when my confidence reaches its peak, my desire to dress starts to wane.
I've lost count of the amount of times I've thrown things away. Even though I've been "dressing" since my pre-teen years (I'm now 44), if I were to add all the minutes spent dressed together, I doubt it would add up to the grand total of a month. The vast majority of my time is spent as, and presenting as, male. The vast majority of my time that is where I'm comfortable, happiest, secure, fulfilled.
Yet this "thing" still niggles at me, sometimes deep down inside, other times screaming from the rooftops, most times just a passing thought. Yes, pink fog moments (that can last a matter of minutes or be present for x-amount of weeks) have occurred numerous times. Numerous times they've been suppressed in terms of succumbing to them (i.e not acting upon them), numerous times I've wrapped myself in my innate needs and desires and gone along with those feelings in their entirety.
But I'm still a man at heart. I always have been. And the vast majority of my life has been spent presenting myself as male, and happy, comfortable, and wanting to do so.
It's for this reason that I would like to say now, to all who are reading, that I do not appreciate, nor want to be, referred to in any way with a female pronoun. My username (Jenni) can stay, but I would respectfully request that if you are to refer to me, then please do so by addressing me with a male pronoun. Thank you.
Anyway, for a while now I've not dressed at all. Then the other day something just switched within me. It happened at a time when my female wardrobe consisted of nothing more than a pair of shoes and rather nice cream scarf. And that's it. Everything else had been "purged". Why those two items were kept over and above anything else I can't explain. And now my bank manager is about to be made very happy indeed because I'm about to go out and spend again - to replace all the items I've so willingly and short-sightedly thrown away. This spend includes an appointment for a bra fitting at a well known UK store in a weeks time, and an online purchase of forms (due to arrive in a few days) that will accompany said bra fitting. Today, in male mode (because I currently have no clothes, or make-up, etc to present otherwise), I spent time in an independent shop trying, but not yet buying, several different outfits, including shoes, coats, dresses, tops, skirts. The day after tomorrow, when work payment is made into my account, being the time when said items will be bought.
All of this will, of course, result in my boyfriend becoming unhappy with me. Not because it means his boyfriend (me) is again choosing to express himself in a feminine way, but because of the strain it will result in on our finances.
All of which could have been avoided only if I refused to succumb to the desire many months ago to throw it all away.
Which leads me to my ultimate point - throw away we will. Only to buy again. A cycle that is ridiculous and denies who I am, who we are, in a vain hope to align ourselves with what society as a whole finds palatable. And a vain hope that that will actually last. It never does. I know this. I'm not young - I'm 44. Yet I still make the same mistakes again and again.
I can only conclude that this boils down to being unable to accept myself. Something that will most likely happen for the rest of my life. The clothes I buy today, I'll end up throwing out tomorrow. Only to repeat, again and again, this ridiculous cycle.