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Growing up, my expectations from “Greatest Generation” era parents were to fit into the square peg to square hole example.
To me, it meant being a “normal” boy. Loving sports and playing in the woods next door. The only problem of course was I didn’t want anything to do with much of anything associated with being a male. For years and years, I just thought I was not normal as I was sure there couldn’t be anyone else who felt the same way I did.
Ironically, for the shortest period of time, I did encounter a friend in my tweener years who very much leaned towards to being a serious cross dresser or transvestite as it was known back then. Before our experimentations into his Mom’s wardrobe and makeup progressed too far, he moved far away. I was left once again thinking I was the only one into being feminine.
As I went through life, I felt I was never “normal” primarily because of my gender dysphoria which I knew I had long before the term transgender was ever used. The farther I progressed however, I learned I was attracted to others who were not “normal” by society’s standards. I think deep down I was attracted to them because I thought they would be the friends who would accept my authentic transgender self. Sadly, once I was starting to embrace my non-normal self, I was forced into the ultimate square peg into a square hole experience, known as Army…
