Since I came out to my SO last year, she's been so supportive.....way beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. This may ramble a bit, so bear with me, girls.
She's bought me dresses, helped with makeup (still learning and not very good at it) and has held my hand during my more-than-a-few drama-filled breakdowns. Confused would be an understatement. But I'm not bringing anything to the table that so many of us deal with, or have dealt with, so many many times. Chrissy is totally gay, man crazy but when I'm not dressed.....I rarely think about it. Anyone else deal with this? She wants to visit Provincetown on the cape and be in a drag show. haha
My "problem" is that dress-up time usually involves partying in one form or another......AKA not sober. I'm 50, professional.....settled with a home and two kids...etc.....but still like to party on occasion. For the most part, Chrissy stays tucked away (pun intended) and I can go weeks without dressing. But a few drinks....etc......and she explodes out of the closet like gangbusters. She's kind of a tramp, campy, loud, totally limp wristed and fem. I dress top to bottom with makeup, wig, yummy pumps...or the "full betty" as they say. The other me is 6' 3" 225lbs, masc with a beard (shave it for our dress up parties)....almost a bear but not as heavy.
I've read so so many posts and I realize everyone is on their own journey. No labels. I'm just tossing this out there, maybe someone is in the same boat
But in some weird way, I want to be respected in the cd community and I feel like I'm faking it because I can put it all away so easily and live a normal straight life until the next party rolls around. When I say "party", I mean just me and my wife. She lets me go crazy and let Chrissy out of the suitcase, no holding back. This is kind of strange but what the hell, might as well tell someone about it. I am very musical and have incredible rhythm. I like to crank up funk, disco, motown...and pretend to be one of those backup singers, shaking my hips in my high heels. Again, 6' 3" and as my SO says......I have legs for days. : ) Sorry, not sure why I brought that up. : )
I envoy those of you who go out dressed in public, clubs, shopping, restaurants. My ultimate fantasy is to visit Montreal and go out to a club dressed and mingle with other cd's. I'm in Vermont. It's not even about the sex. I simply want to hang out and be a girl with others like me. Too scared I suppose.
I think that I've strayed from the topic. Imagine that. haha
I guess what I'm saying is that I've been kicking myself because most times, I don't get that itch to let her out of the closet unless I've been partying....like I'm not a real cd.....like in some weird way, I need to be thinking about it and/or dressing all of the time or I'm not part of the cd community. But then I have to tell myself, after reading so many posts, that everyone is on a different journey. Some are able to be "out" and some stay hidden.
All I know is that when I slip on my thigh highs, put on a dress and slip into my pumps.....it's like this tingle runs up my back and it feels incredible. In my mind, I'm so pretty and so sexy. I've walked, what feels like, miles in hotel rooms....working the runway. It's so strange but I know most of you will understand: my SO gave me a (fake) pearl necklace for xmas. I couldn't believe how much a simple accessory could elevate Chrissy to another level, so much more of her character came out. It made me feel even more like a woman.
Sorry.....rambling again. Thanks for listening.