Where will I end up?
I kinda wonder where I’ll end up. Roughly one year ago was the first time I ever told someone I crossdressed – and the reception wasn’t too great. Now, I’m further than a lot of crossdressers would ever go in their lives – and yet I still feel like I have so much more to do.
Right now I just have so many crossroads open that I’m not sure which path is the best for me.
I have “passing” as a girl on my mind, but at the same time I want to be recognized for who I really am – an effeminate guy, but still a guy at the end of the day.
I also don’t know how far I should take the belly dancing? There is probably a market for a male belly dancer (crossdressed or not) so I wonder if I can eventually make some extra money out of it.
I used to be dead scared people would think I’m gay, but now that I’ve actually experienced that incorrect assumption in real life – I’m actually not too concerned if people do think that. I could even use that assumption to my advantage cause Cape Town is supposed to be very gay friendly.
I suppose the fairytale ending of this blog would be if I could dress and act how I wanted, when I wanted, without worrying about what others think (within reason, of course).
That’s still a long way off though.
