Ok so I have this friend who I worked with at one point in my life when I was dumped and depressed. She is older than me by 17 years. We met years ago and she immediately became attracted to me uncontrollably. Eventually she kinda seduced me and we had a one night stand (which didn't deter our friendship one bit). That was awesome. We talked every other night about life, love, happiness, and everything. It was like we were a couple, but totally on the down-low because we both understood that even though we had feelings of love, it was kind of like a mother-son relationship where she understood that I didn't want to settle down with a 47 year old woman (I was 30), but she was happy enjoying her young boy-toy. I was happy to have an understanding friend as well as get some action from a beautiful older woman.
We were both recovering from alcohol abuse at the time of the intimacy. I dont drink anymore and neither does she, but we quit differently. She got into an abusive relationship and eventually found herself at AA and moved in with a wonderful and generous TS person, who she claims to adore to the point of a strange attraction. I believe she still lives there. I quit drinking just by will-power. I just stopped about a year ago.
So what happened was we lost touch a little as I started closing myself in my depression and shunning society a bit. One day she called me and said, "Why dont you ever call anymore, what's your gig?" So I confided in her since we were so close. I told her everything. My dressing, my toys, my bi-sexual behaviors. I even admitted to enjoying a cuckold/femdom and chastity fetish I developed along with being in the closet. I sent her pictures of myself in makeup and totally dressed and confessed that it was really affecting my social life. She was so understanding and apologized and tried to make me feel very comfortable. She talked about her TS roommate and how we are so similar, and how she never really thought that because she never could have guessed I dressed up or was like this. She offered to take me out to some kind of a meeting or something. Eventually it turned into her pressuring me that I am trans and I should come out as trans and be happy. This is not the case. I'm a guy. I love being a guy, I just also love trying to pass and sometimes I'm good at it, its exciting.
Eventually we stopped talking because she got upset that I'm living a lie or something and that I need to come out. She said there are no cross-dressers, just trans people who dont know they are trans yet. This upset me very much. Now she knows of my habits and thinks I'm doing something wrong and we dont talk. She wont pick up my calls or call me back. It's really sad. I lost a good friend and one of my only friends. (The other is a guy who would probably not talk to me if I told him this stuff) I dont know if I should continue trying to talk sense into this person or just leave her be (going with the latter).
I posted this to remind people of the toxic transgender movement out there that does exist. I'm not against people wanting to be the opposite sex. There is nothing wrong with a man feeling like hes a woman or vice versa, however, it seems to me that there is a certain percentage of people who are TS (or support trans-people) that think they are the arbiters of truth and will usurp you; or hold you accountable for their strife and for disagreeing with them to the point of dangerously ousting you against your will for being 'against' them. So please every CD person should be careful with who you associate with in that community. To me, the sudden explosion of the trans movement in media and pop culture is done so to fuel a war on men, masculinity, true femininity and definitely a war on cross-dressers. Again, I'm not saying all trans people are like this or that I think they are a problem, but the media and invested interests are definitely not in your favor as a cross-dresser or a transgendered person. We as CDers are in more of a hot seat than any other, this is why the subject is even more taboo and not as widely accepted as the trans subject. After all, when we aren't dressed, to the media and to society in the aggregate we are just another ugly, hairy boy.