My inquisitive friend Linda asks: “What is it specifically that gives you so much joy presenting as a woman in public?”
Before I answer this question, I need to make sure you understand, before October 2014, all of this was hell. Urges. Self loathing. Disgust! Okay, now fast forward to now. Pure, unbridled joy and happiness. So, why?
First off, literally doing things I never dreamed possible. I put on a beautiful dress, do my makeup, strut in heels and never, ever, think twice about doing so. Joy.
While I never, ever “pass”, I am pretty! I look good in a dress. I am cute! Joy.
Out in public over 400 times. Zero negative experiences. Acceptance. Joy.
Hugs from total strangers. Smiles as I pass by. Friends I never dreamed I could have. Joy.
Extended conversations with total strangers. Not one single mention of my attire. Joy.
Being somewhere and being recognized by some one from another place. Joy.
Heels. Dresses. Cute skirts. The perfect outfit. Complements. A great world we live in. Joy.
Pride. Love of self. Being me. Joy.
Being a man. Being a woman. Loving the woman I am. Joy.
Purses. Shoes. Necklaces. A dangling bracelet. Earrings. The perfect lipstick color. Joy.
The Cleveland Museum of Art. MOCA. The Great Lakes Science Center. North Coast Men’s Chorus. Mercury Theatre Company. Weathervane Playhouse. Joy.
Being who I am. Being who we are. Meeting others with these feelings. Joy.
There is NOTHING better than being a woman. Yes, being a real woman comes with difficulties. I understand that. I have lived almost my entire life with woman. I admire them. My wife. Our daughters. Joy!