your own worst enemy

I used to think I would instantly be recognized when dressed in drag but over the years that has become a fallacy. I can think of countless occasions when I have passed colleagues and acquaintances (including my own brother) and was not recognized in Joanna mode. I had to literally flag my brother down and it took him a few seconds to make the connection.

For one thing, people don’t expect to see you dressed like that so they will not put two and two together and certainly not based on a chance encounter on the street when they may not even notice your presence.

As a result of this knowledge, I now never concern myself with discovery but even if it were to happen I would be more than happy to explain.

Those who read my blog know that I am out to my partner N, my children, extended family and close friends. My neighbors also know and could not care less so if you are living your life worrying about detection you are potentially missing out on being yourself and perhaps being happier for the ability to express yourself as you are inclined.

Fear is your worst enemy here and the drastic scenarios you imagine are almost never realized. Even if they were there is no law against alternative gender expression in most parts of the western world.

I know this because I was there for a very, very long time.




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