Role Modeling

At least in terms of my physical sex, I know I am not female. No one has to tell me that. I am clearly – and will forever be – male. (There are those who will argue that no matter the hormones or surgery, a person cannot change their sex – but that is a discussion for another day, and an issue of concern more for transsexuals than people like me.)

Gender is different than sex. Sex refers to biological differences. i.e., chromosomes, hormonal profiles, internal and external sex organs. Gender describes the characteristics that a society or culture delineates as masculine or feminine. (This description comes from Monash University in Australia, but the concept is the same on a hundred other sites.)

My gender is often feminine. I am happy to be treated as a woman, and behave in line with society’s expectations on women, and I am a person fortunate enough to have the natural gifts to enable me to do so.

Is my spirit female? I don’t know. Is there even such a thing? Ditto.

Am I pretending or acting? Not really – I mean to the extent I am not used to being feminine and during the time it takes me to learn, some things are put on. But what is not put on or fake are my feelings and the desire to be feminine and to be treated as female.

I am, in no way, impersonating a woman.

I am, however, emulating women I look up to as I would a male role model in my male life, guiding my appearance and behavior into ones that align with my self-image, or perhaps that align with the way that makes me feel the best about myself and will position me socially in society where I wish to be.

It just so happens that what I want to be is generally aligned with the female gender rather than the male.