Shy Charlotte
06-29-2004, 04:35 PM
Hi Gals, me again...
In speaking with some of our younger members, and reading the posts of many older members, I wonder if there's some sort of trans-gendered crossroad one reaches where the thrill of dressing loses its flair. I know many, if not all of you have purged at one point or another, and have come back stronger than ever. After my last purge, I remember shopping and feeling the thrill of the chase, but after transformation I came to the realization that A. I wasn't a woman, B. Never will be, C. Probably will never pass as one, and D. Should stop trying?
I was looking back on how I got started on our mutual adventure, and it started with a grandmother letting me try on her knee highs. Got addicted to the feel of those, moved on to pantyhose, moved on to the whole nine yards of make-up, shoes, dresses, wigs, you name it. Grew up ackward, never fitting in because I knew that I was different from everyone else and if anyone ever found out I'd be crucified. Those who did now (my parents) were always harsh in that regard and said how I was shaming myself and family, and asked if I was gay (heaven forbid! Oh, I'm not by the way).
Finally came out to my closest friend, who was kinda uncomfortable about it but accepted me none the less (although is bothered when I show up femmed). Finally met an TG organization that helped me come to terms with being ok with myself. Hmm, then finally met up with my current girlfriend, who finds the whole thing kinky and loves it (she keeps trying to get me to sleep with a guy, but nope. That's her kick, not mine.) Was standing in the mirror with her one day, her wearing something sexy, and me wearing something sexy, and realized that there was no way I could compare.
CD life in a nutshell. Sorry to bore you all. I was just trying to find the turning point, because only recently I noticed that when I change into my alter-ego (no, not Batman), I don't feel the pink curtain come down, as it were. Sure, I'm better at dressing and have better techniques than when I started, but at the same time I don't FEEL like a woman anymore, just like a guy with a tight dress on and too much makeup. Before, even the thought of dressing up was met with a kind of giddy anticipation, and a tingling at the base of the neck. Now if I do it at all it almost seems rote, like a force of habit.
Alot of psychologists think that in order to be a CD, we have to have a chemical disposition, and emotional triggers at the right time and the right place. Do the effects of those triggers go away? If one matures and feels more accepted by society, does a subconscious part do away with inclinations to alienate oneself from society? Is this just a super-purge that will come back as strong as ever, or is it a subconscious rejection of the external female expression, determined by a mental realization that the fem self isn't necessary/required? Gad knows our lives would be simpler (although less exotic) if we gave up the silk.
I know alot of you have much more experience than I do, and I would love to hear your take and experience, and any suggestions.
Thanx and sorry this reads like a bad thesis,
Hugz & Kisses,
The Long-winded Introspective One
In speaking with some of our younger members, and reading the posts of many older members, I wonder if there's some sort of trans-gendered crossroad one reaches where the thrill of dressing loses its flair. I know many, if not all of you have purged at one point or another, and have come back stronger than ever. After my last purge, I remember shopping and feeling the thrill of the chase, but after transformation I came to the realization that A. I wasn't a woman, B. Never will be, C. Probably will never pass as one, and D. Should stop trying?
I was looking back on how I got started on our mutual adventure, and it started with a grandmother letting me try on her knee highs. Got addicted to the feel of those, moved on to pantyhose, moved on to the whole nine yards of make-up, shoes, dresses, wigs, you name it. Grew up ackward, never fitting in because I knew that I was different from everyone else and if anyone ever found out I'd be crucified. Those who did now (my parents) were always harsh in that regard and said how I was shaming myself and family, and asked if I was gay (heaven forbid! Oh, I'm not by the way).
Finally came out to my closest friend, who was kinda uncomfortable about it but accepted me none the less (although is bothered when I show up femmed). Finally met an TG organization that helped me come to terms with being ok with myself. Hmm, then finally met up with my current girlfriend, who finds the whole thing kinky and loves it (she keeps trying to get me to sleep with a guy, but nope. That's her kick, not mine.) Was standing in the mirror with her one day, her wearing something sexy, and me wearing something sexy, and realized that there was no way I could compare.
CD life in a nutshell. Sorry to bore you all. I was just trying to find the turning point, because only recently I noticed that when I change into my alter-ego (no, not Batman), I don't feel the pink curtain come down, as it were. Sure, I'm better at dressing and have better techniques than when I started, but at the same time I don't FEEL like a woman anymore, just like a guy with a tight dress on and too much makeup. Before, even the thought of dressing up was met with a kind of giddy anticipation, and a tingling at the base of the neck. Now if I do it at all it almost seems rote, like a force of habit.
Alot of psychologists think that in order to be a CD, we have to have a chemical disposition, and emotional triggers at the right time and the right place. Do the effects of those triggers go away? If one matures and feels more accepted by society, does a subconscious part do away with inclinations to alienate oneself from society? Is this just a super-purge that will come back as strong as ever, or is it a subconscious rejection of the external female expression, determined by a mental realization that the fem self isn't necessary/required? Gad knows our lives would be simpler (although less exotic) if we gave up the silk.
I know alot of you have much more experience than I do, and I would love to hear your take and experience, and any suggestions.
Thanx and sorry this reads like a bad thesis,
Hugz & Kisses,
The Long-winded Introspective One