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As we go through life as transgender women or trans men, we just have to develop a hard shell of sorts to get us by.
Sadly, we often have to resort to hiding and sneaking around our family’s back to at the least keep our gender dysphoria issues at bay. At least in my case, even though I wasn’t proud of it, I spent hours or even days trying to figure out how I could do my cross dressing. Even to the point I wish I could get back just a portion of the creative energy I expended on dressing like a girl. Obviously, it is way too late now to worry over expended energy as the entire process made me stronger.
Little did I know, I would need all of the strength I could summon to make it through my upcoming long and twisted gender journey. Along the way, I needed to survive all the unkind external forces I would end up facing. Before I grasped the importance of learning how to cross dress my male body to blend into the world. Possibly the biggest lesson I needed to learn was cis-women ran the world I wanted to be a part of. Without the women’s help and approval, there would be no way I would be allowed to play in their sandbox, as I like to refer to it as.
To be a force of nature, I needed to learn to be a gentle force. In other words I needed to play off my gender differences. I could never try to claim my womanhood the same way my friends did but I could claim my right…
