I am a mtv.
That's male transvestite to you and me.
I'm bent. I'm queer. I'm a poof. I'm a fag.
I also get kicks from doing drag.
I guess it all started when I was about 8.
For years I doubted whether I was straight.
As it turned out I ended up gay.
Gay but still married until divorce court has its say.
So now here I am in my own little world.
Mooching around sometimes dressed like a girl.
All my male friends are gay or bi but very few straight.
In general me and straight men don't get on that great.
I'm just a guy who likes to wear make up.
When will straight men open their eyes and wake up.
Straight women in general are more accepting and open.
But there are still some that need their nose broken.
Cross dressing is not the only thing that defines me.
So it makes me laugh that it's sometimes used to despise me.
Well I'll carry on experimenting with my identity.
If you see a blonde guy in makeup it's either Izzard or me!
Fiona came up this weekend. At some point on Saturday night I drunkenly staggered off to get changed and reappeared wearing wedges, a per una skirt, bra, and the blouse in this picture. Fiona sqeaked with glee and dissapeared off returning moments later with the necklace in the photo. I love the necklace. Very middle class casual tranny wear!
I've been cross dressing since I was 8 and to me it's just a very small part of my identity. I say cross dressing rather than transvestite as technically speaking transvestites are people who live 24/7 in the clothing of the opposite sex. Whereas cross dressers just do it on occasion for their own personal reasons. (But mtv was a catchier title for the poem). For me it's just a bit of escapism and relaxation. Kind of like Clark Kent ripping off his suit to become Superman. I get changed in to my female clothes and I can stop being me for a while by becoming 'Beth' if I've had a particularly stressful day or if there are family things getting me down (as is happening at the moment). Women fought for their right to wear trousers, Beckham can wear a sarong, male goths wear makeup, so why do some people have issues with Brumcunian wearing mascara, lippy, a skirt and blouse. In the 21st century dawn of the metrosexual this whole 'male/female clothing' divide is getting a bit outdated.
Shopping for clothes is kind of tricky. The internet is good but there's the obvious disadvantage of not being able to try things on. Plus not really being able to know what size (other than shoe size) you are because shop sizes vary so much and having a three pack (a beer gut and man boobs) makes my shape somewhat different from a genetic woman. Of course you can try things on to your hearts content in high street shops but I usually go with the 'have you got this in a size 18. It's for my girlfriend' approach rather than 'hey can I use the changing rooms to try all these female clothes on'.
My ex used to take me shopping. She would try something on and say under her breath 'would you like this on you?'. In many ways (other than her having the wrong anatomical bits) me and her were perfect for each other. But we would have never worked out. These days my finances are a bit tight but I've got some cash on it's way to me once my hot tub gets sold second hand at the show room it is currently displayed in. Once I get my cash windfall I'm going girlie clothes shopping. See Fiona... it's on blogspot now so I can't get out of it when I come down to see you over the summer!