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Titles, Labels and definitions*
* these definitions have been taken from a number of simple Google searches.
Is this important? Does a label matter? Is it something that should cause worry?
cross-dress verb wear clothing typical of the opposite sex.
I do this... I enjoy playing this game... I feel comfortable playing around and being somebody different. So. Duh! It’s me.
transvestite noun a person, usually a male, who adopts the dress and often the behavior typical of the opposite sex, especially for purposes of emotional or sexual gratification.
“adopts the behaviour”... interesting. Because I feel that when I cross-dress I am in some ways forced to adopt a behaviour. e.g. Heels make you walk differently; that’s either a stomping around (because you can’t walk in them), or a graceful stride (because you can walk in them). So if you walk properly in heels, you adopt the behaviour of walking like a beautiful woman.
But does that make you a transvestite? Or just a good cross-dresser?
Equally, if you wear make-up, that is adopting a behaviour that some (not all) women like to display. So if a cross-dresser doesn’t wear make-up, they will most probably look like a male in woman’s clothing; and I don’t think that is a behaviour most females go for.
Oh... and I do not do this for sexual gratification.
transgender adjective denoting or relating to a person whose self-identity does not conform unambiguously to conventional notions of male or female gender.
This is not me. I am male. When I dress I autonomously adopt the behaviours of a female, but I think I am unambiguously male. Although it would be nice to be able to “pass” or make somebody look twice.
unambiguous adjective not open to more than one interpretation.
Just to confirm. I am male.
transsexual noun a person who emotionally and psychologically feels that they belong to the opposite sex.
I do not feel like I am female. I have long gone past ever thinking I could think that I could be female and I am realistic that I take part in this to play dress-up.
drag queen noun (informal) a man who ostentatiously dresses up in women's clothes.
Aren’t we all a little ostentatious? I mean, if adopting some behaviours, isn’t putting on bright red lipstick or creating bold looking eyes designed to impress?
ostentatious adjective characterised by pretentious or showy display; designed to impress.
It’s fun, right?
androgynous adjective partly male and partly female in appearance; of indeterminate sex.
Just to make this clear. When I am ‘normal’, I look male. It’ll take a lot of work to look female. There won’t be a middle ground, unless I leave my wig off, or become one of those beardy transvestites/cross-dressers.
I think do not think labels are important. I aim to be an unambiguous, ostentatious male who dresses in clothing designed for the opposite sex, and adopt some behaviours typical of a female. And I would find it amusing to make somebody question whether or not I am male, if just for one second.
Got it?
[The goal] is much simpler. It’s about embracing joy and happiness - each and every day of your life - no matter where you find it.
Renee Reyes http://www.reneereyes.com/Crossdress%20Survival%20Guide/index.html
The Early Years
Peter Pan made me do it.
It’s Peter’s fault.
I must have been 13 or 14 years old when I found a fancy dress outfit belonging to one of my siblings. A green tunic, a green pointed hat and some light green tights. I have no idea what compelled me to do it, but when I pulled on the tights I felt a buzz; it was like scoring a goal for my football team, or notching up a new fastest speed on my bike. It felt adventurous and exciting.
Those thin stretches of elasticated green material were my secret. I buried them away within a bag of sports kit, and when I felt like it I would squirrel them out of the bag and stretch them over my lightly fuzzy teenage legs and hide in my bedroom.
When I found a knee length beige coloured skirt, that I think belonged to my sister, I hid this with the tights; and then somehow I found myself in possession of a black, silky, long sleeved top. My outfit was eclectic, but it was intoxicating. Hiding under my covers, dressed like I had been thrown in to a charity clothes bin, but feeling like I had found a new way.
There were a few times when I was alone at home, and these fleeting moments were spent either playing video games, or sneaking in to my sisters room and seeing what I could wear.
She always has been much smaller than me, so there was either very little choice, or I spent a lot of time stretching her clothes to not fit her. She never mentioned anything.
A black and purple lace dress was my favourite option, and I remember sliding this over my slight frame many times; squeezing tighter in to the delicate garment as I grew older and bigger. (I matched this with the black top, and I upgraded to a pair of black tights that one day happened to get mixed in with my clean washing).
I struggled with shoes though. She definitely did not have any my size, and as I did not live with my mum I couldn’t borrow hers... not that they would have fit me either.
On my most daring of days I went in to my sisters’ make up bag and took out a candy pink lipstick, posing in the bathroom mirror as I tried to apply the colour neatly to my lips. In reality I must have looked incredibly foolish, but I was only acting on what made me feel good.
But then, all of a sudden, I stopped. I was taking more interest in girls, and learnt to drive. School ended, and then came the beers, pubs, clubs, work.
I could not fit in to the clothes that had given me that adrenalin hit, and I certainly could not afford my own right then; and anyhow, where would I buy them from?
Although the desire was still there.
Peter has a lot to answer for.
Yeah, how my life never tasted sweeter?
As the rain tumbles down (it’s June FFS), I’m going to take some time to think about why I am doing this.
Maybe I should also consider WHAT AM I DOING? HOW? WHERE? WHEN? and once again, for good measure WHY?
My blog, Thrills and Heels: The evolution of..., is an account of my entire journey as a crossdresser. Some of the stories that I will write have never fallen from my lips, nor have they been detailed on any website, book or napkin, and the reason I wish to share them now is because I am starting this journey afresh, and I hope they will add some context.
I am keeping all the memories and very limited experiences that I have and I am using the thoughts and feelings that I have associated with them to develop and expand my crossdressing life.
Let’s face it, I spend money on clothes, shoes, etc etc, I’m even giving her a name. She has funds and time, she will have a personality; she has a life.
That’s the WHY? cleared up like I’ve used a comb to clean up jelly. I might come back to it later.
WHAT AM I DOING? The plan is to research how I can go about taking my casual crossdressing life to a higher level.
And right now I’m not talking full-on, drag act, making weekly trips to bars and clubs, screaming “I neeeeeeeed to be 100% convincing”, but to actually find my vibe (titter, chortle... *vibe*). To know who I want to be, who I would like to look like, how I can look like her, what it feels like to be her, and become her and what it’s like to show her off to the world.
That to me seems like a lot. It’s daunting. It’s a new beginning, a big challenge, financially and socially difficult, and it will be blooming tough, but knowing how good I have felt when I have taken teeny-tiny steps, taking a full stride with a hip/bum wiggle in 4 inch stilettos will feel like the greatest of drugs. (I do not advocate drug use!)
When? I aim to update the blog each week, at least once a week, and I’ll hopefully set myself a target date to take my creation out for about a year’s time.
Where? At home, you fool... except when I finally take her out; that’ll probably be to Pink Punters. Fool.
How? I don't intend on sharing my secrets. Oh. Wait. Yes, in fact, I do. You’ll see how as my blog grows.
And the final WHY?: Really? Who do you think I am?
