Im so sick and tired of being me sometimes.
I live in a fairly accepting country, the danish people as a whole, is actually quite relaxed with the whole LGBTQ movement.
But Im sick and tired of being raised to believe that being effeminate sometimes, is wrong. It's so deeply engrained with me, that even in these times when its really no big deal, and Im out to my wife, who dont mind at all. I still cant bring myself to ask for help, tell her that I would like to dress up today, ask an SA for help with the what where and how with makeup. Or go in to a shop and ask for help, try on clothes or shoes ect. Hell I dont even dare to look at a dress in a window, caused that should not hold any interest to a man.
Even though I know All these things are OK. I still feel it's a violation of some sort.
And it makes me sad, frustrated and it stresses me out, that Im just not allowed to feel relaxed with myself. And the one not giving permission is me, and All of this because of some stupid oldfashioned social conditioning.
Yesterday I wanted to buy some makeup. I do have Lots of makeup, but my eyeshadow is not very good. So I wanted to buy a new pallette, and ask for advise, so that I would get what was right for me.... You know what? I ended up buying a lipstick.! Oh well I wanted the lipstick, but I just couldent bring myself to ask the SA about the eyeshadow. I could barely manage to ask her to find the lipstick for me.
Im a decent person. Im pulling my weight and then some, Im a good husband and father and Im easy going.
From an objective perspective, I did everything right with the whole crossdressing thing. I've been at it on and off since I was 6 and stopped completely for 9 years when I met my wife. Then about a year and a half ago, when the stress levels of my life became unbearable. Due to the birth of my daughter, and the death of my father, I was litterally being torn apart with happyness and sadness at the same time. The "pink fog" came rolling in Strong, so before I did anything else, I Manned up and told My wife the one thing noone Else had ever known about me. Fortunatly she took it well, and accepted it right away... But I still feel bad about it. I cant bring myself to talk about it, everything inside me screams stop. So I wait till she asks a question, or asks if it is time to dress up again.
And it hurts so much not being able to express ones feelings, without getting All tonguetied and awkard.
Thats how toxic the traditional upbringing can be for people like us.
Anyway Im probably rambling. Im just a little sad, and I had to get it out.
Louise