double life

Double Life, Single Person

In the course of contemplating – ad infinitum, I might add – the authenticity of my femininity and my life as Janie, it finally occurred to me that I am actually quite unsettled by the idea of being two people – of leading a double life.

Personal reflection is a strange process by which you think about the same things over and over, until you think that maybe all that thought is just procrastinating away the actual real life you are supposed to be leading. But then, you consider something with ever-so-slightly different words, and suddenly, a door opens.

Such was the case about this double life thing.

Sure, I have always understood the pressures of leading this double life, of hiding things from people who are close to me, of having to remember which email address to use, and which name to respond to.

But, what choice did I have?

Like many folks, I adhere to a fairly classic take on gender roles. The trouble in my case is that I wanted them both – but given the pretty solid divide between gender roles that I subscribe to, I needed them to remain separate. Mixing pink and blue creates purple, and while (at least metaphorically) I love blue and pink, I (again metaphorically) abhor purple.

A number of friends warned me that it was very difficult to be both genders. Their advice was to choose one, and their expectation was that eventually the weight of the two lives would force my hand one way or the other. After all, I still get only 24 hours each day – and that’s not nearly enough time even for one life, never mind two.

Still, choosing one or the other was not an acceptable outcome, leaving a large part of myself without expression. Besides, there is much more to the double life dilemma than I have been able to express in this post. And, there is light on the other side of that door I mentioned at the outset.

Come back for my next post for further details.