Side Chick?

For years I have thought of the many times I went out into a feminine world to explore the possibility of living full time as a transgender woman. The more I did it, the more natural it became. In essense I learned fairly quickly I could exist in a feminine world.

After my wife passed away and I started hormone replacement therapy, I became very lonely. To battle being alone, I essentially did what I called going out to be alone. Because I rarely interacted in the beginning with anyone until I began to form a whole new circle of friends. As I look back, I found I needed a better way to express what I was doing.

Finally I came up with this blinding reality. I was slowing becoming my own “side chick.” Unfortunately for me it all starred when my wife was still alive. During all the nights I was out and about cross dressed as a woman when she was still at work. Those were the days when my self esteem as a man was at an all time low due to all the lying I was doing to her when at the same time my self esteem as a novice transgender woman was growing by leaps and bounds. All in all, it was a process I couldn’t maintain. Living life with a foot in each of the binary genders was killing me.

Becoming my own “side chick” definitely came with it’s own set of ups and downs. I started the process by going to so called “safe” places such as predominately male gay venues. I found out quickly I wasn’t really accepted there either. Plus I didn’t like the music much anyhow. At that point I began to seek out two of the smaller lesbian bars which were…