Jun
16
I am starting to question my grip on reality. Or, perhaps my friends’.
Last week I played golf for the first time openly as a woman. It was also the first one-on-one time I have had with this golf-buddy of mine since I told him I was trans. Of course, old habits die hard, especially when there is no occasion to practice new things, and he couldn’t help saying things like, “You’re up, big g–! Oops! Sorry!” He freely admitted that he still sees me as a guy, notwithstanding my adorable light-mauve golf dress and makeup. He’s known me as a guy for decades, and it is hard for him to see me any other way.
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09
Last time, I spoke of practicality (horrors!) in terms of feminine footwear, and related it to passability. This is a bit of an addendum to that post.
While part of me wants to be as authentic a woman as possible, another part recognizes that tgirls are, by definition, exceptional women – exceptionally good, bad or just different, we are not the same.
I have often made a point of saying how much I feel that being a tgirl is being a special, wonderful, rare creature.
So, I am well aware that simply striving to be a woman like every other is not always the goal.
I am not entirely without sympathy for the concept that guides some of us, that many GGs have come to take their femininity for granted and have dropped the ball.
We may want to pursue that so-called lost art of femininity, but even then, if it is to have any effect outside of the individuals doing it, it is still an evolution, not a revolution.
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