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Identity is a strange thing we have ourselves an image of who we are.The world has a different image of who we are.
We also have a image we try to project for the world to see , this maybe our true image – but may also be some sort of visual lie, to make the world accept you .I guess in a lot of ways we use visual lies daily , but then what is a visual lie a false hood ?
Can you say plastic surgery , makeup or perhaps just a fake smile to hide the nightmare that is our life – i guess what matters is the depth of the Lie.
For a T. Person a transgendered person – their always living a visual lie from someone’s perspective either their own or the worlds , right up till that wonderful moment – the first time your body is finally in tune with your soul then at last you are living that truth , i have not got to that yet , will i ? i don’t know.
So when im in the Southern USA with no clothes i like or would ware , i only have boy stuff with me apart from my pink jelly watch and a pink v-neck T and no makeup.
So this Saturday in Georges dressed in blue jeans , pink T minding my own business actually trying to hide in a corner with my Vodka and coke.
Dancing away in my little corner , ignoring the world and getting absorbed by the music – becoming a part of its beat, the thump of its soul drowning out the rhythm of my heart , in my little corner suddenly this women appears by my side and says excuse me but i really think i should say , dear you would make a wonderful women have you ever considered that you are one.
It would seem that our self-identity leeks from our every pore , of course i would make a wonderful women because inside in my mind , in my heart i am a women. To me right now i feel like im in drag as a man im putting on a long worn out mask a male mask that barely hides the edges of my identity – but it hides it enough i thought to give people the opportunity to say oh well just a really camp bloke, or there is something a bit strange about him. As opposed to them throwing the hands up in horror and going get away from me Satan as it were.
Identity , self identity can’t be hidden – well at least not from everyone all of the time, T-radar is alive and well in Baton Rouge it would seem.
Rebecca Martin
