23-01-2018, 10:31 PM
**Hopefully, if others join the discussion we can keep on the track of being or not being Gender Fluid.*
So, where to begin... I guess at the beginning...
Since I was a child I have always made an easy transition from what is characterized as “boy stuff” to “girl stuff.” I can remember discovering my older sisters’ dolls and playing house, and then going outside and playing catch. I have always felt comfortable with those of my bio gender and those of the other. With males I have always been “one of the guys,” and with females, at least in my mind, “one of the girls.” I never thought this was anything unusual until my early teens when I realized that I gravitated to two distinct groups. I would horse around and get into the usual pubescent mischief that boys of that age do, and then go sit at the lunch table with a group of girls. Reflecting on it, both groups accepted me as a peer, and the girls never thought it weird when I would hang out with them. This has continued through college and into adulthood.
When I discovered one day at about 11 or 12 that my mother’s under garments fit me, I began my slide down the slippery slope! Since that time, I have pretty much had two sets of clothes, one distinctly male, the other, at least to some respect, feminine. I really never was sexually excited with wearing women’s clothing, but as Julie posted a quote in another thread, any sexuality came from the fantasy of me as a woman making love to another woman. Fast forward 30 years, and I remember sitting in office meetings or at conferences as an attendee or speaker dressed in the proverbial gray pinstriped suit, starched shirt, natty tie and wingtips, while underneath all of that were a comfortable camisole, silk panties and depending on the weather, pantyhose or tights. All the while smiling inside thinking, “if they only knew!”
My attraction to females has always been those who I considered my equal, strong in personality, yet feminine. The problem with being GF is that most women find my feminine side a turnoff, if not disgusting, so I have learned to manage it and know when to act male or female, and certainly when to let the cat out of the bag that I am very comfortable in women’s clothing.
Not surprisingly, I am a feminist, and a strong support of equal rights for women... and everyone else, too! I have always found much of the normal male discussion about women and their body parts somewhat disgusting, don’t get me wrong, I admire a beautiful woman as much as anyone, but not as purely a sexual object. On the other hand, I do get a kick out of hearing women talk about a man’s attributes, and have picked up a great deal of insight on what women find attractive.
The bottom line is that psychologically and emotionally I have always moved easily between what are considered normal male and female personnas easily and without intention. Often I will complement a woman on her outfit, and my words have been taken the wrong way, as when I’ve complemented a man on his appearance!
I won’t go into sex, as that is a completely different realm, and I’ll save it if someone brings it up, plus this post is already much longer than I thought it would be!
So, my question is, do you fall in the Gender Fluid category (I know, I hate labels, too!)? If so, please share your thoughts, or maybe even your story!
Cheers!
Jenn
So, where to begin... I guess at the beginning...
Since I was a child I have always made an easy transition from what is characterized as “boy stuff” to “girl stuff.” I can remember discovering my older sisters’ dolls and playing house, and then going outside and playing catch. I have always felt comfortable with those of my bio gender and those of the other. With males I have always been “one of the guys,” and with females, at least in my mind, “one of the girls.” I never thought this was anything unusual until my early teens when I realized that I gravitated to two distinct groups. I would horse around and get into the usual pubescent mischief that boys of that age do, and then go sit at the lunch table with a group of girls. Reflecting on it, both groups accepted me as a peer, and the girls never thought it weird when I would hang out with them. This has continued through college and into adulthood.
When I discovered one day at about 11 or 12 that my mother’s under garments fit me, I began my slide down the slippery slope! Since that time, I have pretty much had two sets of clothes, one distinctly male, the other, at least to some respect, feminine. I really never was sexually excited with wearing women’s clothing, but as Julie posted a quote in another thread, any sexuality came from the fantasy of me as a woman making love to another woman. Fast forward 30 years, and I remember sitting in office meetings or at conferences as an attendee or speaker dressed in the proverbial gray pinstriped suit, starched shirt, natty tie and wingtips, while underneath all of that were a comfortable camisole, silk panties and depending on the weather, pantyhose or tights. All the while smiling inside thinking, “if they only knew!”
My attraction to females has always been those who I considered my equal, strong in personality, yet feminine. The problem with being GF is that most women find my feminine side a turnoff, if not disgusting, so I have learned to manage it and know when to act male or female, and certainly when to let the cat out of the bag that I am very comfortable in women’s clothing.
Not surprisingly, I am a feminist, and a strong support of equal rights for women... and everyone else, too! I have always found much of the normal male discussion about women and their body parts somewhat disgusting, don’t get me wrong, I admire a beautiful woman as much as anyone, but not as purely a sexual object. On the other hand, I do get a kick out of hearing women talk about a man’s attributes, and have picked up a great deal of insight on what women find attractive.
The bottom line is that psychologically and emotionally I have always moved easily between what are considered normal male and female personnas easily and without intention. Often I will complement a woman on her outfit, and my words have been taken the wrong way, as when I’ve complemented a man on his appearance!
I won’t go into sex, as that is a completely different realm, and I’ll save it if someone brings it up, plus this post is already much longer than I thought it would be!
So, my question is, do you fall in the Gender Fluid category (I know, I hate labels, too!)? If so, please share your thoughts, or maybe even your story!
Cheers!
Jenn
