Jocelyn Renee
10-02-2008, 12:55 PM
I was going to post this as a response to a thread about friends and possible blackmail, but I decided to post it as it's own thread. As someone who has suffered the loss and rebirth that comes from outing, I have lots of thoughts on this subject. For me, living a life of truth is the ONLY correct way to live. I say that with full knowledge that choosing that path is almost guaranteed to completely destroy your current life.
I spent my life excelling in school, preparing for and attaining success. From the outside I had a great life. Of course, I zealously fought to keep it all together because in so many ways I had what I wanted and I wasn't about to jeopardize what I had built. But it all went away with a speed that was remarkable. Why? Because my great job, all my great friends, and my 5 year love affair with a "great" woman rested upon a foundation of lies. All it took was the removal of one tiny stone to send it all crashing to the ground.
I learned the hard way that cars, clothes, houses, and superficial relationships do not make your life worthwhile. It occurred to me that my bosses and friends that had once been so full of praise never really cared. I was just a means to move the company forward, not unlike any other piece of disposable equipment. For my friends I was just an accoutrement that made them shine just a bit brighter. For my girlfriend I was the source of clothes, cars, and vacations. When my "hobby" threatened to make them look bad by association, they dropped me and never looked back.
What was left after the crash were the only things that had ever been real in my life. I felt like a sucker for working so hard for so long to guard and protect the aspects of my life that had never been anything more than illusion. I was angry - angry at myself for being so short sighted and angry at those who had been so shallow. I vowed to never again allow myself to be part of anything that was not true.
It was hard work and it took years of struggle, but now I am happy, free, and invulnerable. No one can blackmail me because my life is built upon a foundation of truth. My job, my family, and my friends know the truth of me. I relish the opportunities I now have to rid myself of people who can not or will not accept the truth that I don women's clothing from time to time. If that one tiny thing would stand in the way of loving me, then I do not want them in my life. They are not worthy.
For the majority of my life I could have agreed with these ideas in theory, but I never would have put them into practice willingly. Who wants to proactively destroy their lives? I was pushed into this kicking and screaming all the way. I put the blame on myself and fought to suppress my "sickness". For those that would read this and think, "I'm glad it worked out for you, but I'm not going to risk it." you have my complete understanding. I'm certainly not advocating everyone take out an ad in the Times tomorrow, but in the end truth always wins. It might get ugly in the interim, but what emerges is beautiful and free. I've been on both sides and I much prefer what emerged on the other side of that long, dark tunnel.
I spent my life excelling in school, preparing for and attaining success. From the outside I had a great life. Of course, I zealously fought to keep it all together because in so many ways I had what I wanted and I wasn't about to jeopardize what I had built. But it all went away with a speed that was remarkable. Why? Because my great job, all my great friends, and my 5 year love affair with a "great" woman rested upon a foundation of lies. All it took was the removal of one tiny stone to send it all crashing to the ground.
I learned the hard way that cars, clothes, houses, and superficial relationships do not make your life worthwhile. It occurred to me that my bosses and friends that had once been so full of praise never really cared. I was just a means to move the company forward, not unlike any other piece of disposable equipment. For my friends I was just an accoutrement that made them shine just a bit brighter. For my girlfriend I was the source of clothes, cars, and vacations. When my "hobby" threatened to make them look bad by association, they dropped me and never looked back.
What was left after the crash were the only things that had ever been real in my life. I felt like a sucker for working so hard for so long to guard and protect the aspects of my life that had never been anything more than illusion. I was angry - angry at myself for being so short sighted and angry at those who had been so shallow. I vowed to never again allow myself to be part of anything that was not true.
It was hard work and it took years of struggle, but now I am happy, free, and invulnerable. No one can blackmail me because my life is built upon a foundation of truth. My job, my family, and my friends know the truth of me. I relish the opportunities I now have to rid myself of people who can not or will not accept the truth that I don women's clothing from time to time. If that one tiny thing would stand in the way of loving me, then I do not want them in my life. They are not worthy.
For the majority of my life I could have agreed with these ideas in theory, but I never would have put them into practice willingly. Who wants to proactively destroy their lives? I was pushed into this kicking and screaming all the way. I put the blame on myself and fought to suppress my "sickness". For those that would read this and think, "I'm glad it worked out for you, but I'm not going to risk it." you have my complete understanding. I'm certainly not advocating everyone take out an ad in the Times tomorrow, but in the end truth always wins. It might get ugly in the interim, but what emerges is beautiful and free. I've been on both sides and I much prefer what emerged on the other side of that long, dark tunnel.