Its like therapy to tell your story
Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 6:42 am
I remember starting, I suppose like most trying on my mothers and sisters things at an early age.
But along with family expectations and defined gender roles it sort of gets shoved to one side so that you fit in.
And since its not the "norm" you try doing all the butch things, sport drinking and carousing to compensate.
I started work in the construction industry and used to have to work away at lot so the dressing got put off.
I did have a photo for along time (hidden away) that I took of myself in 1973 in bib and brace velour hot pants, jersey blouse, boots and ash blond tapered wig (god knows where I got them from), I did look good!
Got married had kids, my wife had terrible fashion sense, I used to buy the occasional things for her and wondered how they would look on me, and kept it all repressed. Got divorced, after she met Mr Right, and left with him till Mrs Right told him he could'nt go, and I did'nt want her back, got the kids, and and raised them till the last of them moved out a couple of months ago.
In the meantime I had discovered the internet and found there were a lot of others like me, would secretly look at Vicki Renes site each week and wish it was me on there.
Anyway with the youngest gone I thought let's have shot, went to the local mall and bought some clothes and make up etc (saying I wanted to buy something nice for the partner etc etc). and presto Yvonne was born ( My mother says thats what I would have been called if I had been born a girl)
My only problems (only) I'm 50, overweight, but loosing kilos rapidly since the youngest left, but the ravages of being outside have left there mark, enough wrinkles that my face looks like a relief map of the Alps. also I'm a lot hairer than I'd like to be (and its bloody hard to shave your back when your on your own.)
I'm waiting some stuff I bought on ebay and a couple of videos on how to do make up, which is the thing I find hardest at this time, I either look like a bloke in dress or a very old and ugly and over made prostitute.
I can do the clothes, figure and boobs bit.
What I'd really like is to have a makeover done, and learn some tricks and tips and what looks best on me, but I fear that may be out of the question in my part of the world (Adelaide) as I can't find anyone on the net or yellow pages.
I may go overseas on holiday in 08 or 09 and have a go in the UK or US
I don't really know what I going to do, whether I just dress for myself and take a few photos or try and go out and be passable (that would be fantastic to do) Time will tell.
Sorry for rambling on, its sort of like therapy to tell your story, that you have'nt been able to do before.
I figure I'm not alone in this experience. you could fill volumes but have to keep it short.
Thanks for the opportunity to bare the soul.
LOL Yvonne
But along with family expectations and defined gender roles it sort of gets shoved to one side so that you fit in.
And since its not the "norm" you try doing all the butch things, sport drinking and carousing to compensate.
I started work in the construction industry and used to have to work away at lot so the dressing got put off.
I did have a photo for along time (hidden away) that I took of myself in 1973 in bib and brace velour hot pants, jersey blouse, boots and ash blond tapered wig (god knows where I got them from), I did look good!
Got married had kids, my wife had terrible fashion sense, I used to buy the occasional things for her and wondered how they would look on me, and kept it all repressed. Got divorced, after she met Mr Right, and left with him till Mrs Right told him he could'nt go, and I did'nt want her back, got the kids, and and raised them till the last of them moved out a couple of months ago.
In the meantime I had discovered the internet and found there were a lot of others like me, would secretly look at Vicki Renes site each week and wish it was me on there.
Anyway with the youngest gone I thought let's have shot, went to the local mall and bought some clothes and make up etc (saying I wanted to buy something nice for the partner etc etc). and presto Yvonne was born ( My mother says thats what I would have been called if I had been born a girl)
My only problems (only) I'm 50, overweight, but loosing kilos rapidly since the youngest left, but the ravages of being outside have left there mark, enough wrinkles that my face looks like a relief map of the Alps. also I'm a lot hairer than I'd like to be (and its bloody hard to shave your back when your on your own.)
I'm waiting some stuff I bought on ebay and a couple of videos on how to do make up, which is the thing I find hardest at this time, I either look like a bloke in dress or a very old and ugly and over made prostitute.
I can do the clothes, figure and boobs bit.
What I'd really like is to have a makeover done, and learn some tricks and tips and what looks best on me, but I fear that may be out of the question in my part of the world (Adelaide) as I can't find anyone on the net or yellow pages.
I may go overseas on holiday in 08 or 09 and have a go in the UK or US
I don't really know what I going to do, whether I just dress for myself and take a few photos or try and go out and be passable (that would be fantastic to do) Time will tell.
Sorry for rambling on, its sort of like therapy to tell your story, that you have'nt been able to do before.
I figure I'm not alone in this experience. you could fill volumes but have to keep it short.
Thanks for the opportunity to bare the soul.
LOL Yvonne