“I never wanted to begin... Name that sin...” (from the song by Ultravox)
When you crossdress, M to F, do you become temporarily queer?
Let’s say that you have no connection with the LGBT community in real life, except being open to all manner of human behavior without prejudice. You identify as a male, you’re straight, for lack of a better term, and you think of yourself as relatively normal (again, for lack of a better term)...
However, you like to crossdress, i.e. wear women’s clothing for pleasure. When you do so, you become queer for the length of time you are dressed. Nearly everyone you come in contact with will assume you’re gay (G), people on this site will assume you’re transgender (T), you may begin to think you’re bisexual (B), and you like the idea of being some sort of “male lesbian” (L). All this, just by wearing the “wrong” clothes! You become queer whether you want to or not...
Cool! Most of the time I have no connection with LGBT, but when I don my cute skirt I am trans-ported to the queer Universe. This happens time after time, over and over, and, much like a .jpeg image file, I lose a little resolution (in regards to orientation) every time I open my closet. I like it. It makes me feel truly alive, truly different, and, even though I’m not genuinely queer (in a traditional sense), at least I’m queer by association. Queer is a major side-effect of MtF crossdressing...
BTW, I think queer is a good word, and a strong word, even though it is not often associated with strength. Queer most often refers to homosexuality, especially in this country, but it also refers to anything (or anyone) that is NOT ordinary or normal. That’s a GOOD thing! Queer is another way of saying extraordinary, and it’s a pleasure to entertain queerness each time I dress. I try to be queer as often as I can. Unfortunately, I can’t stay that way very long – it’s not in the (genetic) cards, you see...
Are you like me, enjoying the state of being temporarily queer, or are you queer all the time?
PS – If I dress up as Dorothy, from The Wizard of Oz, well, that would be a VERY queer thing to do, even temporarily, although I DO happen to live in Kansas...