The Guy Inside

I have often wondered whether I am being unduly generous with myself in allowing that I might be two spirits in one body.

But then, I have an experience that reinforces the truth of that assertion.

I was out and about yesterday, doing my thing in a pretty patterned skirt, pink tights and a white top – and yet I felt every bit a man. It was a bizarre feeling of being trapped inside these feminine clothes, and having to force every girly action. I was totally pretending.

I was feeling strong and somewhat aggressive and practical; not the slightest bit soft.

I remember saying to myself, “These stupid shoes – how am I supposed to get anywhere in these!?”  And, “Why am I doing this?”

do i look like a guy to youIt was almost like a clichéd scene from a sitcom where a guy thinks he’s having a bad dream but then realizes he is at work dressed in women’s clothes…

I have developed a bit of a female life, so sometimes I have to be a woman whether that’s my mood or not.  And, as you can see, sometimes, it is quite uncomfortable for me.

But, feeling my male side bridling at the restrictions imposed by being Janie only reinforces my belief that I really do have two sides.

When my feminine spirit is active, the very things that irritated me yesterday are instead a source of pleasure.

I accept that it is going to take me longer to walk where I am going, and I revel in the beauty of my shoes and the wonderful way they make my body move as I walk.

My movements and actions feel graceful and natural; my interactions with others aren’t restrained or forced.  There is no pretense.

At those times, the man inside me is sleeping – and bothering no one.  (Oops, did I really say that?)