It’s been nearly two years since I first started going out in public. It’s been quite a journey—from being terrified, yet exhilated, to stepping out in the backyard late on a moonless night, to being regularly out in public, even if I’m not fully out. These days it’s more of a “don’t advertise, don’t deny” situation. That’s to say, I don’t necessarily advertise my crossdressing, but if asked I’m not going to deny it either.
I’ve been extraordinarily fortunate that unlike so many crossdressers, I’ve never felt particularly guilty or shameful about my crossdressings (even if it wasn’t something I was gonna go out and tell people about). And for that I thank my Mom (as well as my late Dad) who raised me to be self-confident even I was the odd man out in a variety of ways.
No I haven’t told her, and I’m not sure I ever will. I think she’d be accepting and at times it painful to compartmentalize myself—for example, I’d love to tell her about performing. But mothers worry, and I don’t want her to worry.
So anyway… Thank you, Mom!
