All I know is this...most of my life I was wearing a straitjacket...self imposed. A set of coded instructions set to control me and fit me into patterns ranging from clothing to speech...movement, what I could laugh at , like, dislike, and so on through every detail of my existance...all to make absolutely certain not one tiny fragment of what I presented to the world would appear as anything but male and so not be subject to doubts.
Now that I no longer care, I feel so incredibly liberated. And discovering all that I have missed is wonderful, eye opening and illuminating. Some things are very different, as in now feeling free to dance. But other areas are just an extension of tastes I already had only now free to explore fully. Taste in clothing is actually very similar. I have no interest in frill petticoats or most brightly colored garments and I am still put off in most cases by bright patterns. Just as my male taste ran from leather jackets and black jeans to Armani suits (when I could afford them...lol) So I now find my tastes running from the simple but chic gray, black and white designs of HM and similar stores at one end, on through to the high end Fifth Ave styles with no stop whatsoever in the middle for the soccer mom suburban styles. I detest most anything with flowers on it...lol...
I guess some things never change. Still, the person I am slowly becoming is certainly female. Just authentically grounded now and not an impersonation of a lie.
It might be nice were my new freer self better suited to the middle class lifestyle I can actually afford. Sadly, this bitch seems to have expensive tastes...lol...and she likes diamonds.