Ok. This is probably going to be a long post, but I don't know what else to do. I kind of feel like I'm at the end of my rope. I've read a lot of posts, and everyone seems so awesome. So accepting. That said...thanks for taking the time to read my post. I think I'm just trying to figure out who the hell I am. What I am, even. Sorry if this post is in the wrong section or anything. You can blame it on my noobness.
I am 31. I've been crossdressing since I was 12. The first time I crossdressed, my mom was gone shopping, and I went through her closet for some reason. Seeing those dresses hanging there, something stirred inside of me and I couldn't fight it. I started trying on her dresses. From there that was it. I crossdressed whenever I could. I saved money from my jobs afterward and bought my own lingerie, pantyhose, etc. I would lock myself in my room and crossdress at night...it always excited me so much. I was never officially caught by my parents, but I think my mom had her suspicions. My dad had no idea...which is for the best. He was absolutely opposed to anyone gay or "different." I know if I would have said anything I would have been disowned. Not looking for a pity party, just telling it how it is. He freaked out when I grew my hair out long...asked me if I was trying to look like "One of those Nine Inch Nails fags?" (I LOVED Nine Inch Nails growing up), so that gives you an idea of his ideals. Absolutely against anyone different. He didn't do anything horrible like hit me or anything like that, he just wasn't exactly the most accepting person in the world.
Now...I like girls. Always have. And I've never had any problems getting girls since high school. The problem? The burning curiosity and feelings about men in the back of my mind. So...along with my crossdressing, I simply couldn't fight these urges and had to experiment. When I was in my early twenties I finally had my first homosexual experience. I began talking online with an older man that also crossdressed a bit. We shared our desires and experiences for a while, and it culminated with him inviting me over. Nervously, I said yes. The next day I showed up with my bag of girly things, and trembling, knocked on his door. He opened the door and to my relief he was very cute. Clean cut, athletic, etc. I dressed up for him in the bathroom...I could barely apply makeup I was so scared. Finally I finished and came out to meet him. We had a short flirty conversation, and then proceeded to have the most sexually awkward experience of my life. To sum it up, he tried to kiss me, and hold me, and really, I wasn't ready for it. I just felt so uncomfortable. Long story short, I didn't really have any fun because I was freaking out internally. Afterwards when driving home I pulled the car to the side of the road and threw up. I was so disgusted with myself. I was depressed for days. I vowed to never do anything like that again. Ever. That was it. I went home, threw all of my lingerie into the garbage and convinced myself I was done. I was done crossdressing. Done "experimenting." Done with it all.
And right now you're all thinking the same thing. "But it wasn't over." And you're right. It wasn't.
Fast forward a couple years later. I had finally gotten to a place where I was accepting the fact that I liked crossdressing again. I had purchased some more girly things and crossdressed when I could. I still swore off men though. That would never happen again. But of course the thoughts and desires were still there. Again, I liked women, but couldn't kick this nagging curiosity about men. I hated that feeling. It made me feel so ashamed.
So...one night I was at a bar with a lot of friends and a stranger from out of town came over and started talking with us. He was nice. We talked with him and joked around...it was fun. He bought us all a round of drinks for being so nice and chatting with him. At one point he looked at me though, and I instantly felt something in the pit of my stomach. His look said "I want you." and I knew it. My instinct was to fight it, but since I had a few drinks in me, those instincts went out the window. He asked me for a ride after the bar closed and I happily obliged. Once in the car he started touching me and asked to come to his room with him. I was extremely nervous, but said yes. Long story short, I felt much more comfortable this time and actually had fun. I enjoyed the experience. That was weird for me. I didn't think I would ever enjoy something like that. The next day I kind of went back to the same feelings of awkwardness and denial.
I'm getting to the point...promise.
Fast forward a few years later. One night while I was working online, I happened to start talking with a local transgender. She was a born male living as a pre-op female. After talking for a bit, she invited me over. Feeling seriously conflicted, I said ok. Now mind you, I went as a complete male. No crossdressing. After arriving, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was very pretty. We talked for a bit, and of course, one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together. The thing I couldn't get over? I loved it. I loved that she was the combination of a woman and man rolled into one. It just felt...awesome. We ended up meeting one more time and it was just as amazing as the first time. Very passionate. Unfortunately she was in the process of moving and left to move across country after the second meeting. After she left I really think I started to realize that while I am sometimes attracted to females and to certain males, I am also very attracted to transgendered girls (m2f).
Now this whole time I have continued to crossdress on a regular basis. I have a pretty bitchin' stash of things, and think I've gotten to the point where I look pretty darn good all dolled up.
Now, this summer my girlfriend of quite a few years years been out of the country for a few months for work. Obviously I don't mind too much, as it gives me a chance to express my feminine side without worry. Here's the thing though. She doesn't know that I dress. She doesn't even know about this other side of me that has experimented with other men and TGs. I have broached the subject many times, but I can tell from her reactions that she most likely would not like it. Since we've been together I've fantasized about other cds and transgenders a lot. Now, I have to stress that my gf and I have a great sex life. No problems at all actually. I am genuinely turned on by her and love her.
For some reason, everything has just hit me. Tonight, for the first time in my life I stopped and realized I might be gay. Or maybe half gay. Bisexual I guess? I don't know. I know, ridiculous, right? How long did the signals have to show themselves before I started to open my eyes. I like girls with "something extra." I also like regular girls, but like I said, when I have fantasies, it's always about TG girls. I love crossdressing. I would never want to fully transition or anything, I like being male, but I love dressing up when I feel like it.
Now my gf is coming back in a couple weeks and I am suddenly having a million conflicting feelings and I don't know what to do. At this point I am confused as to who the hell I really am. Seriously. Am I a closet semi gay part time crossdresser? bi-sexual? Transgendered? Straight? Ok...probably not straight...I realize that. You get the idea. I know that no one can make decisions for me, but I'd love to hear what you all have to say/suggest. I guess I just feel so conflicted right now. At the end of the day I love my life, my career, friends, girlfriend, etc...I just wish I was at peace with who I am and what I want. I don't even feel like I fit in a certain category. Maybe I don't need to fit in a category, but the fact that I don't makes me feel even stranger. I know most of my problems probably stem from my father, society, genetics, and god knows what else. I just need to hear something nice right now. To know I'm not a freak. Because right now I feel like one.
Thanks so much for reading and listening to me go on and on.