Most of my attempts result in a strained voice or a sore throat. Or both.
Now, with a new job, I wish I had my Meg voice
down pat! If I can't start a new job with a totally new look, next best
would be to start a new job with a new voice.
Showing posts with label passing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passing. Show all posts
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Voice
I've tried on a few occasions to change the pitch of my voice, to sound more femme.
I know there's more to girl voice than pitch, but that's definitely the place to start. I've watched videos, I've purchased courses, but I can't seem to get
it. I think I need to do some one-on-one with a voice coach, but I
haven't ~ probably because I'm convinced I just
can't do it.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Walks Like a Woman But Talks Like...
In July, someone commented:
do you present with a fem voice?
Alas, no. But I started working on it in earnest and I'm quite discouraged. I have a link to a tutorial where the presenter talks about using a pitch program to monitor your pitch, to try and keep it within female parameters. The ones I found respond so quickly I can't tell from word to word (or from word to breath) what the pitch is.
I purchased Melanie Anne Phillips' voice training last June, with high hopes. So far, the voice has eluded me. And I know there's more to female voice than pitch, but pitch is prime. And my pitch is low and inside.
So I keep my voice soft and I keep practicing the first step, where I try to keep my voice from breaking as I lower from a falsetto. All I've managed to do is strain my voice.
But I keep trying, and I keep looking for new approaches. Feel free to send me yours in email me or comments.
do you present with a fem voice?
Alas, no. But I started working on it in earnest and I'm quite discouraged. I have a link to a tutorial where the presenter talks about using a pitch program to monitor your pitch, to try and keep it within female parameters. The ones I found respond so quickly I can't tell from word to word (or from word to breath) what the pitch is.
I purchased Melanie Anne Phillips' voice training last June, with high hopes. So far, the voice has eluded me. And I know there's more to female voice than pitch, but pitch is prime. And my pitch is low and inside.
So I keep my voice soft and I keep practicing the first step, where I try to keep my voice from breaking as I lower from a falsetto. All I've managed to do is strain my voice.
But I keep trying, and I keep looking for new approaches. Feel free to send me yours in email me or comments.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Be Careful What You Wish For
(Before I get to the meat of the post, I need to wish Charity a happy birthday!)
When I dress, I hope to pass.
It's more than that though. Passing is in the middle. Here's a list of hopes, from minimum to needs-help-of-fairy-godmother:
wear a skirt or dress
not look like my male self
not look like a guy in a dress
tie: pass as a woman
blend with other women
be attractive as a woman
be downright pretty
I'm in my late 50s, and even for women with the advantage of being one all their lives, most women my age aren't what society would call pretty. I don't expect anyone to come up to me and say "wow, you look great." OK, I can probably find someone on Craigslist. Gigs -- Creative. Looking for someone to tell me I look great. Will pay up to $50.
But in real life? No way. At the last soiree, someone said from an angle, I looked like Lily Tomlin. Thanks, I suppose. But I'd rather look like, say, Catherine Bach.
Then a reader sent me a bunch of "then" and "now" pictures of actors and actresses.
Would you believe it? It took 30 years but I'm prettier than Catherine Bach! I got my wish, just not the way I hoped.
When I dress, I hope to pass.
It's more than that though. Passing is in the middle. Here's a list of hopes, from minimum to needs-help-of-fairy-godmother:
wear a skirt or dress
not look like my male self
not look like a guy in a dress
tie: pass as a woman
blend with other women
be attractive as a woman
be downright pretty
I'm in my late 50s, and even for women with the advantage of being one all their lives, most women my age aren't what society would call pretty. I don't expect anyone to come up to me and say "wow, you look great." OK, I can probably find someone on Craigslist. Gigs -- Creative. Looking for someone to tell me I look great. Will pay up to $50.
But in real life? No way. At the last soiree, someone said from an angle, I looked like Lily Tomlin. Thanks, I suppose. But I'd rather look like, say, Catherine Bach.
Then a reader sent me a bunch of "then" and "now" pictures of actors and actresses.
Would you believe it? It took 30 years but I'm prettier than Catherine Bach! I got my wish, just not the way I hoped.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Passing By Accident
This is more funny than useful or empowering though.
I went to the bank. I was dressed in a girl's shirt and I had my "natural" lipstick and some gloss on.
None of that is important.
My son is renting an apartment from an Asian man. (And I just had the urge to sing "Secret Asian Man" but controlled myself.) Once a month, I deposit a cheque into his account. I write the landlord's name on the cheque and write FOR DEPOSIT ONLY and his account number on the back. I bring it to his bank and it gets put in his account.
His first, middle, and last name are all scream Far East. I think it's a Vietnamese name. It might be Korean. I'll call him Lam Tho Pham, just because it sounds Vietnamese to my ears.
As I said, I went to the bank and was speaking to the teller, a woman from Bangladesh. I knew she was from there because her last name is the same as a former co-worker, a lady from Bangladesh. I asked and she confirmed it and said it was a fairly common name there.
When I finished the transaction she said "is there anything else I can do for you Mr Pham?"
Look at my picture. I assure you, without makeup I look more like Woody Allen than Ho Chi Minh.
But I guess I passed. Odd as it was.
I went to the bank. I was dressed in a girl's shirt and I had my "natural" lipstick and some gloss on.
None of that is important.
My son is renting an apartment from an Asian man. (And I just had the urge to sing "Secret Asian Man" but controlled myself.) Once a month, I deposit a cheque into his account. I write the landlord's name on the cheque and write FOR DEPOSIT ONLY and his account number on the back. I bring it to his bank and it gets put in his account.
His first, middle, and last name are all scream Far East. I think it's a Vietnamese name. It might be Korean. I'll call him Lam Tho Pham, just because it sounds Vietnamese to my ears.
As I said, I went to the bank and was speaking to the teller, a woman from Bangladesh. I knew she was from there because her last name is the same as a former co-worker, a lady from Bangladesh. I asked and she confirmed it and said it was a fairly common name there.
When I finished the transaction she said "is there anything else I can do for you Mr Pham?"
Look at my picture. I assure you, without makeup I look more like Woody Allen than Ho Chi Minh.
But I guess I passed. Odd as it was.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
One More Note About A
Then I'll return to the main event. (A, I hope that didn't sound like you're an afterthought! You're my newest friend!)
She gave Dorothy and me her e-mail address, which turned out to be the wrong one. It seems to belong to someone ~ I wrote and it didn't bounce. There may be a very confused person out there.
After we all said goodnight, I went up to my room and took a few pictures because I wasn't sure I had one that showed my new hose. This is my first time in patterned hose. Also that dress is new. But instead of enjoying The Meg Experience, I changed right away for two reasons. One, it was late. I took out my contacts and used my eye makeup remover, then I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower (again) to scrub off the rest of my makeup. I put my glasses on and instead of my nightie, I put on the clothes I had worn to work that day. They were still women's clothing; I decided I'd go female in case I didn't have a chance to do the full dressup. Jeans, women's shirt, sneakers. I skipped the socks and cami I wore earlier.
And reason number two: I went down to the front desk to say hi to A.
It was less than 30 minutes from the time Meg left until I showed back up.
I was greeted with an enthusiastic "hi!" and a "how can I help you?"
I leaned close and in a whispery voice said "I'm... Meg."
Affirmations like hers are priceless. She said "When I saw Meg, I knew I checked you in, but I didn't remember you." She swears she didn't recognise me, and I'll take that at face value. Unless it was the Clark Kent thing, now that I had my glasses on.
She gave Dorothy and me her e-mail address, which turned out to be the wrong one. It seems to belong to someone ~ I wrote and it didn't bounce. There may be a very confused person out there.
After we all said goodnight, I went up to my room and took a few pictures because I wasn't sure I had one that showed my new hose. This is my first time in patterned hose. Also that dress is new. But instead of enjoying The Meg Experience, I changed right away for two reasons. One, it was late. I took out my contacts and used my eye makeup remover, then I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower (again) to scrub off the rest of my makeup. I put my glasses on and instead of my nightie, I put on the clothes I had worn to work that day. They were still women's clothing; I decided I'd go female in case I didn't have a chance to do the full dressup. Jeans, women's shirt, sneakers. I skipped the socks and cami I wore earlier.
And reason number two: I went down to the front desk to say hi to A.
It was less than 30 minutes from the time Meg left until I showed back up.
I was greeted with an enthusiastic "hi!" and a "how can I help you?"
I leaned close and in a whispery voice said "I'm... Meg."
Affirmations like hers are priceless. She said "When I saw Meg, I knew I checked you in, but I didn't remember you." She swears she didn't recognise me, and I'll take that at face value. Unless it was the Clark Kent thing, now that I had my glasses on.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Pass or Not
I watched the original Wall Street last night.
My second impression was amazement at how little the world of Wall Street has changed in twenty-five years. I suppose it's worse now than it was before. The twin towers are gone. But the neighborhoods looked familiar, and today's headlines just show how much they underestimated the damage "investors" can do to the economy.
But my first impression was: Darryl Hannah has very masculine features.
On Friday I spoke about "passing at the fringes."
It seems more pronounced when her face is turned a bit, but if I saw this picture as one of Stana's "the femulated" images, I'd think it was a decent job, considering there wasn't a lot to work with. Her square jaw reminds me a bit of John Travolta from his Grease days.
I apologise if I ruined "Splash" for you. :)
My second impression was amazement at how little the world of Wall Street has changed in twenty-five years. I suppose it's worse now than it was before. The twin towers are gone. But the neighborhoods looked familiar, and today's headlines just show how much they underestimated the damage "investors" can do to the economy.
But my first impression was: Darryl Hannah has very masculine features.
On Friday I spoke about "passing at the fringes."
It seems more pronounced when her face is turned a bit, but if I saw this picture as one of Stana's "the femulated" images, I'd think it was a decent job, considering there wasn't a lot to work with. Her square jaw reminds me a bit of John Travolta from his Grease days.
I apologise if I ruined "Splash" for you. :)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Passing Isn't It
It's a lot, but many transgendered males do not and will never pass as women. It's a fact. Some I've seen are breathtaking. Some, not so much. As Meg, I'm never sure if I'm turning heads, or stomachs.
Passing has been called the "holy grail" of crossdressing. Pat called it that in a recent comment. I've called it that myself.
I was wrong.
Passing is wonderful. Going out and being accepted is wonderful. Being called "ma'am" is wonderful.
Every artist wants to paint like DaVinci, or Magritte, or Dali, or whoever is the master in her style.
Every garage band wants to be the next Beatles, or Bieber (seriously ~ follow the link. Is he one of us too?)
At some point, the artist or musician or skater has two choices: accept that she's never going to be the best there ever was, or be an angry bitter person who rails against the universe.
Accepting yourself doesn't mean you stop trying to improve. One has nothing to do with the other.
The artist or musician or skater might be very skilled or gifted in her art, but she's handicapped because she lacks the magic spark that makes Michaelangelo, or Dylan. Or the physical agility of Michelle Kwan.
All of us born male who try to reach for female beauty are handicapped as well, but in different ways. Our hands are too big, our adam's apple protrudes too much, we have a bass voice, or angular face.
We can all, I think, pass, but many of us only at the fringes. Maybe our features are more masculine than 99% of women, but there are women who could be our twins. Maybe being six-foot-four is tall, but some women are taller. My voice is masculine, but has anyone heard Bea Arthur?
Passing, as I said, is great. But there's something that is more important, and something that's attainable by every one of us. I think Stana and Dani are there. I am not.
I'll finish this Monday. Please give me your thoughts in the meantime.
Passing has been called the "holy grail" of crossdressing. Pat called it that in a recent comment. I've called it that myself.
I was wrong.
Passing is wonderful. Going out and being accepted is wonderful. Being called "ma'am" is wonderful.
Every artist wants to paint like DaVinci, or Magritte, or Dali, or whoever is the master in her style.
Every garage band wants to be the next Beatles, or Bieber (seriously ~ follow the link. Is he one of us too?)
At some point, the artist or musician or skater has two choices: accept that she's never going to be the best there ever was, or be an angry bitter person who rails against the universe.
Accepting yourself doesn't mean you stop trying to improve. One has nothing to do with the other.
The artist or musician or skater might be very skilled or gifted in her art, but she's handicapped because she lacks the magic spark that makes Michaelangelo, or Dylan. Or the physical agility of Michelle Kwan.
All of us born male who try to reach for female beauty are handicapped as well, but in different ways. Our hands are too big, our adam's apple protrudes too much, we have a bass voice, or angular face.
We can all, I think, pass, but many of us only at the fringes. Maybe our features are more masculine than 99% of women, but there are women who could be our twins. Maybe being six-foot-four is tall, but some women are taller. My voice is masculine, but has anyone heard Bea Arthur?
Passing, as I said, is great. But there's something that is more important, and something that's attainable by every one of us. I think Stana and Dani are there. I am not.
I'll finish this Monday. Please give me your thoughts in the meantime.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Rally Report VIII: Civilian Report
I'm not sure what to do with this.
My friend P posted a page of rally pictures on facebook. I'm not his facebook friend (no page for my male persona) so I checked them on my wife's page. He captioned the first twenty or so, then stopped (at least for now).
"Christine" is featured on the page.
To make this a bit easier to read, I'm going to borrow my anonymous friend Pat's name. My first name is ambiguous, at least in spelling, so I'll use an ambiguous alias. For the captions, I'll call myself "Pat Thebunny" instead of writing. People with small children will understand the reference.
One picture was of my wife, her friend J, and I, and it was labeled "the folks I hung with at the rally" and our names. I was listed as "Pat (Christine O'Donnell) Thebunny".
In a second picture of the three of us, I was just listed as "Ms. O'Donnell" (in quotes).
The third picture was captioned:
Just to make it clear, Pat is a guy dressed up as O'Donnell. Every so often, I would catch "her" in the corner of my eye, my brain would register "woman" and invariably my system was shocked to realize it was really Pat. Pre-ty freaky. He/she got quite a lot of amusing looks, particularly on the Metro going both ways and as we were leaving the Mall after the rally.
He also included close-ups of the name tags on my jacket.
I guess I passed, and passed well, and passed repeatedly. And he assumed I would pass in the eyes of his friends. I'm not sure what he made of the "amusing looks" ~ if they were people who liked the costume (they coulda said so!) or people who thought I didn't pass that well. Or maybe he was reading amusing where it didn't exist.
I need to follow up, but I'm not sure how. He ignored my "admit it ~ you thought I looked good" email and my "I could've done wingwoman duty" email.
I'd like to open a dialogue.
At the very least, I'd like to write "great. Now everyone's going to be looking at my boobs."
At the very most, I'd like to write "yes, I do this a few times a year. I'd like to interview a civilian. Interested?"
I'd like to find a way to go from least to most, I guess.
I'd also like to know if any of his friends comment on the pictures, or my femulation. I'd be especially interested if one of his friends wrote to him "I bet this isn't the first time he's done it" although I doubt P would relay that back to me. I think he'd be afraid of the answer.
But what I'd really like to do is set up my own page, friend P and then invite all of my readers to friend him as well. :) I suppose I could do that just by giving you all his name, but in the interest of fairness I'd need to out myself in the process.
But it would be a lot of fun. :)
My friend P posted a page of rally pictures on facebook. I'm not his facebook friend (no page for my male persona) so I checked them on my wife's page. He captioned the first twenty or so, then stopped (at least for now).
"Christine" is featured on the page.
To make this a bit easier to read, I'm going to borrow my anonymous friend Pat's name. My first name is ambiguous, at least in spelling, so I'll use an ambiguous alias. For the captions, I'll call myself "Pat Thebunny" instead of writing
One picture was of my wife, her friend J, and I, and it was labeled "the folks I hung with at the rally" and our names. I was listed as "Pat (Christine O'Donnell) Thebunny".
In a second picture of the three of us, I was just listed as "Ms. O'Donnell" (in quotes).
The third picture was captioned:
Just to make it clear, Pat is a guy dressed up as O'Donnell. Every so often, I would catch "her" in the corner of my eye, my brain would register "woman" and invariably my system was shocked to realize it was really Pat. Pre-ty freaky. He/she got quite a lot of amusing looks, particularly on the Metro going both ways and as we were leaving the Mall after the rally.
He also included close-ups of the name tags on my jacket.
I guess I passed, and passed well, and passed repeatedly. And he assumed I would pass in the eyes of his friends. I'm not sure what he made of the "amusing looks" ~ if they were people who liked the costume (they coulda said so!) or people who thought I didn't pass that well. Or maybe he was reading amusing where it didn't exist.
I need to follow up, but I'm not sure how. He ignored my "admit it ~ you thought I looked good" email and my "I could've done wingwoman duty" email.
I'd like to open a dialogue.
At the very least, I'd like to write "great. Now everyone's going to be looking at my boobs."
At the very most, I'd like to write "yes, I do this a few times a year. I'd like to interview a civilian. Interested?"
I'd like to find a way to go from least to most, I guess.
I'd also like to know if any of his friends comment on the pictures, or my femulation. I'd be especially interested if one of his friends wrote to him "I bet this isn't the first time he's done it" although I doubt P would relay that back to me. I think he'd be afraid of the answer.
But what I'd really like to do is set up my own page, friend P and then invite all of my readers to friend him as well. :) I suppose I could do that just by giving you all his name, but in the interest of fairness I'd need to out myself in the process.
But it would be a lot of fun. :)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Two Minds
Are y'all ready for a novel? Here it comes.
So far, I have received four comments on this blog. One was a friend saying hi (Hi Deb!) and one was a very encouraging note from an anonymous reader.
I appreciate every note and comment.... I don't think I put my e-mail address on here (youcancallmemeg@gmail.com) but I will. I've been spending free time writing, and thinking about the trip, and planning, and not learning blogspot or blogger or whatever this site calls itself.
I'd like to address the other two comments I received. One is from Chris. She noticed that I said I would be in a secure facility and wondered if there's a problem with clearance and crossdressing. (By the way, the secure facility I was in that day was a women's prison!)
I answer every security questionnaire truthfully. I haven't come across one that asks about sexual orientation or gender identity issues. There is usually a catchall "is there anything you can be blackmailed about?"
When I filled out my first form, I paused there. And I made a decision: if I ever got a call from someone saying "I know what you do when you're alone and I have pictures and the addresses of your family and friends and boss and you will do what I want or I'll tell all...." I'd take a deep breath and say "knock yourself out."
So no, this is not something I can be blackmailed about. Yes, I'm of two minds on the word getting out. But I'm leaning more towards being true to myself, and letting chips fall where they may.
I wear women's shirts sometimes. If anyone were to notice and say "isn't that a woman's shirt?" I plan to say "no it's MY shirt." This is evolutionary ~ at one time I would've stammered and fallen over at the thought of being discovered. From there I went to planning to saying something like "No! It can't be. Is it? Why do you think that?" and never wearing it again. I'm heading towards the point where I'll say "yes, I saw it in the store and I liked it so I bought it." Final step is "yes, I like wearing women's clothes. It fits well, doesn't it?"
I'm not there yet, but sometimes I feel like making the leap. And no-one's ever asked.
I wear socks with flowers or feminine patterns. I think it's pretty obvious that they're not men's socks. I've been asked about it only once or twice. I simply say "I don't wear ties and I want a little colour in my wardrobe" and that's sufficient. But I should say, "they go with my girls' sneakers." Two minds.
I wear a charm bracelet, with four charms on it. Almost no-one comments on it, which I think means people notice it and aren't sure what to do about it. When people do, I explain each of the charms and why I wear the bracelet. Recently, an elementary school age girl saw it and said "is that YOURS?" I said "of course! Whose would it be?" She said "your wife, or your daughter".
No-one notices that hair on my arms (and legs and upper chest) seems to come and go.
About a year ago, I was joking with my manager and said that I could look like a girl. A few days later, I showed her a picture. I had to convince her that it was me (she was certain it was my sister - yay!). Then she asked "was this for a party, or is this something that you do, sometimes?"
I thought that was the most perfect description of my relationship with Meg. I was going to try the "party" defense (actually I wasn't sure what I was going to say ~ that two minds thing) but I said "it's something that I do, sometimes."
That was one of the most liberating moments of my life. And it worked out well ~ she wanted to see more pictures and when I suggested I come to work for Halloween (well, the day before) she practically insisted. I did. Again, for the "two minds" thing, I had a makeover at MAC that day so when people said "you seem awfully good at the makeup" I could say MAC did it.
About ten years ago, when just shopping for women's clothes gave me small panic attacks, I went into a little shop called "Boutique Unique". They had new clothes, used, clothes, vintage clothes. The owner was there and the shop was mostly deserted. I picked out a few things and she said there are no returns. I was wondering if I should buy them and she said "what size do you usually get?" From the tone and her look, I knew she was trying to decide if they were for me or not. I just blurted out "I usually wear a 12" and she pulled out a tape measure and measured me and told me which of the clothes might fit or might not and said I could try them on, but I was NOT ready for that.
Two minds.
Back to the original point.... My wife thinks crossdressing can get my clearance revoked. I think not.
Chris also wrote:
I find myself most curious about our relations with job / friends / wife, and I keep asking about such.
Well, I'm not quite sure what you mean, which is a good thing. This is long enough, but if you explain a bit, I'll be happy to answer. At some point I'll explain my philosophy on secrets. Amanda, you can skip that one. :)
The other comment I want to briefly address was anonymous and here is the gist:
judging by the photo on your blog, you don't look very passable. I think you would be crazy to consider flying .... at best, you risk ridicule by others, at worst you risk being beaten up or arrested (it is not a good idea to mess with airport security guys).
But this is way too long, so I'll leave it for tomorrow.
I'm also going to change pictures. Am I passable, or not?
So far, I have received four comments on this blog. One was a friend saying hi (Hi Deb!) and one was a very encouraging note from an anonymous reader.
I appreciate every note and comment.... I don't think I put my e-mail address on here (youcancallmemeg@gmail.com) but I will. I've been spending free time writing, and thinking about the trip, and planning, and not learning blogspot or blogger or whatever this site calls itself.
I'd like to address the other two comments I received. One is from Chris. She noticed that I said I would be in a secure facility and wondered if there's a problem with clearance and crossdressing. (By the way, the secure facility I was in that day was a women's prison!)
I answer every security questionnaire truthfully. I haven't come across one that asks about sexual orientation or gender identity issues. There is usually a catchall "is there anything you can be blackmailed about?"
When I filled out my first form, I paused there. And I made a decision: if I ever got a call from someone saying "I know what you do when you're alone and I have pictures and the addresses of your family and friends and boss and you will do what I want or I'll tell all...." I'd take a deep breath and say "knock yourself out."
So no, this is not something I can be blackmailed about. Yes, I'm of two minds on the word getting out. But I'm leaning more towards being true to myself, and letting chips fall where they may.
I wear women's shirts sometimes. If anyone were to notice and say "isn't that a woman's shirt?" I plan to say "no it's MY shirt." This is evolutionary ~ at one time I would've stammered and fallen over at the thought of being discovered. From there I went to planning to saying something like "No! It can't be. Is it? Why do you think that?" and never wearing it again. I'm heading towards the point where I'll say "yes, I saw it in the store and I liked it so I bought it." Final step is "yes, I like wearing women's clothes. It fits well, doesn't it?"
I'm not there yet, but sometimes I feel like making the leap. And no-one's ever asked.
I wear socks with flowers or feminine patterns. I think it's pretty obvious that they're not men's socks. I've been asked about it only once or twice. I simply say "I don't wear ties and I want a little colour in my wardrobe" and that's sufficient. But I should say, "they go with my girls' sneakers." Two minds.
I wear a charm bracelet, with four charms on it. Almost no-one comments on it, which I think means people notice it and aren't sure what to do about it. When people do, I explain each of the charms and why I wear the bracelet. Recently, an elementary school age girl saw it and said "is that YOURS?" I said "of course! Whose would it be?" She said "your wife, or your daughter".
No-one notices that hair on my arms (and legs and upper chest) seems to come and go.
About a year ago, I was joking with my manager and said that I could look like a girl. A few days later, I showed her a picture. I had to convince her that it was me (she was certain it was my sister - yay!). Then she asked "was this for a party, or is this something that you do, sometimes?"
I thought that was the most perfect description of my relationship with Meg. I was going to try the "party" defense (actually I wasn't sure what I was going to say ~ that two minds thing) but I said "it's something that I do, sometimes."
That was one of the most liberating moments of my life. And it worked out well ~ she wanted to see more pictures and when I suggested I come to work for Halloween (well, the day before) she practically insisted. I did. Again, for the "two minds" thing, I had a makeover at MAC that day so when people said "you seem awfully good at the makeup" I could say MAC did it.
About ten years ago, when just shopping for women's clothes gave me small panic attacks, I went into a little shop called "Boutique Unique". They had new clothes, used, clothes, vintage clothes. The owner was there and the shop was mostly deserted. I picked out a few things and she said there are no returns. I was wondering if I should buy them and she said "what size do you usually get?" From the tone and her look, I knew she was trying to decide if they were for me or not. I just blurted out "I usually wear a 12" and she pulled out a tape measure and measured me and told me which of the clothes might fit or might not and said I could try them on, but I was NOT ready for that.
Two minds.
Back to the original point.... My wife thinks crossdressing can get my clearance revoked. I think not.
Chris also wrote:
I find myself most curious about our relations with job / friends / wife, and I keep asking about such.
Well, I'm not quite sure what you mean, which is a good thing. This is long enough, but if you explain a bit, I'll be happy to answer. At some point I'll explain my philosophy on secrets. Amanda, you can skip that one. :)
The other comment I want to briefly address was anonymous and here is the gist:
judging by the photo on your blog, you don't look very passable. I think you would be crazy to consider flying .... at best, you risk ridicule by others, at worst you risk being beaten up or arrested (it is not a good idea to mess with airport security guys).
But this is way too long, so I'll leave it for tomorrow.
I'm also going to change pictures. Am I passable, or not?
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