He has trapped me inside
Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2004 8:35 pm
Hi, everyone.
I never realized how important dressing was to me until now, when I have no chance to (being deployed and such...). I've been on the brink of a breakdown for about the past week because of the fact that... I can't express myself. This goes beyond just crossdressing, though... even though it is a large part of it. Its the fact that I have to wear this... mask that doesn't fit my face at all, and it is very real and alive and is twisting and distorting me in all of the ways that I never wanted it to. The mask is my male half.
I've come to the point where I feel like my femme and my male are to seperate entities that are currently in this gladiatorial battle that there seems to be no end to. I don't know what to do with all of this. I want to talk to someone, but all that army people will do is fix me "according to the needs of the army."
Last night I was flipping through my sketch book and found a picture that I had been working on of a finger puppet of a soldier on the middle finger of a hand "flipping the bird." The soldier had a bayonet in his hand and was also flipping the bird. I drew it as a derogetory statement to being in the army and fighting this stupid war in Iraq. Anywho, I looked at it with a whole new meaning last night, and... as weird as it sounds... I saw me. I was the finger puppet... and that is exactly how I feel right now, like the government's little prank monkey. There is quite a bit that I would give to change that, but I can't. I started writing all over the picture, just whatever phrase or word came to mind at what ever place my pencil fell. I don't know what came over me. I was angry, confused, and in tears screaming on the inside.
One phrase that stuck out in my my is "He has trapped me inside." The phrases on the page were written from my femme aspect on life, where most of my head is right now, and body is far from. I feel so desperate just to get out en femme that it is on my mind quite a large portion of the time.
Someone just today ask me what was wrong, and specifically mentioned "women problems." He tried to give me advice, but I blew him off, telling him that he did not understand the situation, and that I was not willing to discuss it... but maybe I should... I'd probably turn a few heads.
Just like I told Julie in another post, take none of your time for granted, as you don't know how long it will last.
With Love,
Celes
I never realized how important dressing was to me until now, when I have no chance to (being deployed and such...). I've been on the brink of a breakdown for about the past week because of the fact that... I can't express myself. This goes beyond just crossdressing, though... even though it is a large part of it. Its the fact that I have to wear this... mask that doesn't fit my face at all, and it is very real and alive and is twisting and distorting me in all of the ways that I never wanted it to. The mask is my male half.
I've come to the point where I feel like my femme and my male are to seperate entities that are currently in this gladiatorial battle that there seems to be no end to. I don't know what to do with all of this. I want to talk to someone, but all that army people will do is fix me "according to the needs of the army."
Last night I was flipping through my sketch book and found a picture that I had been working on of a finger puppet of a soldier on the middle finger of a hand "flipping the bird." The soldier had a bayonet in his hand and was also flipping the bird. I drew it as a derogetory statement to being in the army and fighting this stupid war in Iraq. Anywho, I looked at it with a whole new meaning last night, and... as weird as it sounds... I saw me. I was the finger puppet... and that is exactly how I feel right now, like the government's little prank monkey. There is quite a bit that I would give to change that, but I can't. I started writing all over the picture, just whatever phrase or word came to mind at what ever place my pencil fell. I don't know what came over me. I was angry, confused, and in tears screaming on the inside.
One phrase that stuck out in my my is "He has trapped me inside." The phrases on the page were written from my femme aspect on life, where most of my head is right now, and body is far from. I feel so desperate just to get out en femme that it is on my mind quite a large portion of the time.
Someone just today ask me what was wrong, and specifically mentioned "women problems." He tried to give me advice, but I blew him off, telling him that he did not understand the situation, and that I was not willing to discuss it... but maybe I should... I'd probably turn a few heads.
Just like I told Julie in another post, take none of your time for granted, as you don't know how long it will last.
With Love,
Celes