I confess. I’m still a little jealous. Jealous of all those women who go out and walk around the city wearing beautiful dresses. They look so good. Everything is fine. What they do is normal. And they have not much to fear.
For me this is still a serious hurdle. When I go outside in a dress, there is something going on. What I do is not normal. And I doubt if I look good. I feel tension and discomfort…
but also some euphoria.
I could take a different view.
When a cis woman puts on a dress, it is just one of her options. It could also have been a pair of pants, or a skirt. Combined with a strapless top or a blouse. Just what she feels like, it’s all the same.
When I put on a dress, it is something completely different from pants and a t-shirt. I feel great. I feel amazing. It’s wonderful. I’m so happy. I’ve been doing it for decades, and the feeling of happiness remains. It’s a feeling women don’t have, at least not to that extent.
That dress is one of my superhero costumes.