LilahCD
01-14-2008, 05:17 PM
So, I came out to my family and friends months ago, now. I've shown up at a very redneck place clean-shaven, wearing male (yet very gaudy) clothing, mascera and eyeliner (which I know now to be a faux pas), expunged my life of most hetero friends, even gone and bought myself my own clothing and makeup.
Yet I still never dress up... And I'm still living in a social vacuum.
It should be so easy.. after all, everything I stand to lose by exploring my female side has already been lost, the harm has been done and I'm free of people I called friends just so I could avoid being completely alone, all the while being oh-so-careful to not reveal the slightest limpness of wrist, watching the way I walk, talk and generally act to the point that I don't know who I am anymore...
10 months. 10 months ago I came out, bought my first (very conservative) dress, hose and other underwear.. and still I sit here in my free time, dressing only in my bra, not even bothering to shave my face whenever I feel the need to let Lilah out.
Here I sit at this terminal, with you readers as my only friends.. and I've already shot myself in the foot here.
Do i not want to be happy? Is that it? I look at myself in the mirror and, while I'm definitely male, there are more delicate aspects of my face which I could play up and other features, like relatively heavy brows, which could be plucked and made up so that at worst (LoL) I look like a somewhat attractive, yet mostly ugly woman.
The ugliness of my features don't drive me away.. It's as if it isn't worth the effort because no matter how much I want to, and no matter how good it makes me feel, I'll still have to wash it off before my roomate (who I act as care provider for) gets home. He says he accepts that side of me, yet... the look in his eyes as he looks into my eyeliner-enhanced pair tells a different story.
Maybe I'm a coward. Maybe I'm afraid of running into those I've alienated while in denail and being given the third degree, an attack I don't feel I have the right to defend against after some of my worse quotes ("Any MAN who dresses as a woman is lying to himself and holding back our society" :()
I know I haven't made the best impression on these boards.. Maybe I am just a deluded jerk who misses being called "young lady" all the way 'till I was in my 20's every other time I shaved, who attacked all those around me who had the courage to express their better aspects.. Maybe I'm just a pervert.
If any of the above is true, they are other truths converging around one central truth: I am Human... and I am hurting.
I don't know what my point in posting this was; probably just need to vent in a semi-anonymous fashion, a chance to feel a little more "normal" as I sit here in front of this terminal, face unshaven and unmade, hair brushed conservatively back, wearing a bra one size too big with not one other scrap of female clothing on me..
Well.. I think the storm inside has blown itself out, for now.. thank you to any who read this, I just needed to vent.. and I'm sorry.
Yet I still never dress up... And I'm still living in a social vacuum.
It should be so easy.. after all, everything I stand to lose by exploring my female side has already been lost, the harm has been done and I'm free of people I called friends just so I could avoid being completely alone, all the while being oh-so-careful to not reveal the slightest limpness of wrist, watching the way I walk, talk and generally act to the point that I don't know who I am anymore...
10 months. 10 months ago I came out, bought my first (very conservative) dress, hose and other underwear.. and still I sit here in my free time, dressing only in my bra, not even bothering to shave my face whenever I feel the need to let Lilah out.
Here I sit at this terminal, with you readers as my only friends.. and I've already shot myself in the foot here.
Do i not want to be happy? Is that it? I look at myself in the mirror and, while I'm definitely male, there are more delicate aspects of my face which I could play up and other features, like relatively heavy brows, which could be plucked and made up so that at worst (LoL) I look like a somewhat attractive, yet mostly ugly woman.
The ugliness of my features don't drive me away.. It's as if it isn't worth the effort because no matter how much I want to, and no matter how good it makes me feel, I'll still have to wash it off before my roomate (who I act as care provider for) gets home. He says he accepts that side of me, yet... the look in his eyes as he looks into my eyeliner-enhanced pair tells a different story.
Maybe I'm a coward. Maybe I'm afraid of running into those I've alienated while in denail and being given the third degree, an attack I don't feel I have the right to defend against after some of my worse quotes ("Any MAN who dresses as a woman is lying to himself and holding back our society" :()
I know I haven't made the best impression on these boards.. Maybe I am just a deluded jerk who misses being called "young lady" all the way 'till I was in my 20's every other time I shaved, who attacked all those around me who had the courage to express their better aspects.. Maybe I'm just a pervert.
If any of the above is true, they are other truths converging around one central truth: I am Human... and I am hurting.
I don't know what my point in posting this was; probably just need to vent in a semi-anonymous fashion, a chance to feel a little more "normal" as I sit here in front of this terminal, face unshaven and unmade, hair brushed conservatively back, wearing a bra one size too big with not one other scrap of female clothing on me..
Well.. I think the storm inside has blown itself out, for now.. thank you to any who read this, I just needed to vent.. and I'm sorry.