double life

Double Life – Self-Image Problems

Aside from the practical and emotional and time-management problems (which I alluded to last time) of leading this double life, of two separate lives under one brain and body, there are self-image issues.

Talking to Myself

  I’d look at myself in the mirror and worry that maybe I wasn’t feminine enough – inside and out – to consider myself a woman. This is not simply an appearance thing – or even mannerism thing. Often, looking at my reflection morphed into a conversation with myself, a reflection of a deeper sort.

Sometimes, I asked myself if maybe I was fooling myself; maybe I was faking it. Was I pretending to be female, or was I really partly female? I consoled myself with the notion that awkwardness was to be expected in behaving in a way that was unlike the way I had been used to for decades.

But, the question never completely went away, even as things became more natural for me. One of the main reasons I allowed that doubt to gnaw away at me was that I don’t think I ever really accepted what I had appropriated – that I could be two separate people.

More and more, that question escaped beyond the boundaries of philosophy and into practicality.

Not the Man I Used to Be

  That same mirror would stop me on the other end of this double life too. I’d see my male self and realize that whatever he once was, he was now looking like something else. It’s not that his personality was much changed as much as it was his appearance, and the disconnect between the two was quite upsetting.

I’d allowed myself the conceit that I could look handsome with longer hair, but seriously, once the hair got beyond shoulder length, it just looked plain ridiculous on the man that I am – even in a pony-tail. I started to fold my pony-tail under and that helped, but the longer nails were still a huge problem, and it can only get worse, as I contemplate piercing my ears and other things.

Woman-Focused Space – You Mean Me?

  And then, quite recently, there was this: I received an invitation to a female-only event, one that was described as a “woman-focused space… by women for women… a celebration of all that is female, in the broadest interpretation of the word.” They even explicitly welcomed cross-dressers in feminine mode.

I don’t pretend to fully understand my own emotions, but for whatever reason despite their inclusiveness, I had misgivings about attending, and I didn’t end up going.

Along the same lines, it has occurred to me that I am not entirely comfortable referring to myself as a woman, or female. In an earlier version of my About page on this site, I expressed my feelings as follows: “I am usually female, but never quite completely.”

I thought that statement was clever, but now I realize that never quite completely being female is also a way of expressing my doubts, my never quite completely being sure about being female.