Being Out

A collection of experiences about crossdressing, and being open about it with friends, family and co-workers



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I remember reading an article a while ago about how coming out doesn’t just happen once, but that it’s a continuous process of self-revelation each and every time you meet new people. I guess it must have struck a chord with me, because I found my self thinking about it recently as some circumstances at work are changing, and I feel like I’m coming out as a crossdresser to people again.

Coming out as a crossdresser – over and over again.



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Maybe if you’ve been paying attention you’ve noticed that I’m out to everyone publicly, and have been dressed to work events on a few separate occasions. What might not be abundantly clear, mostly because I haven’t really spoken about it a great deal, is that I’ve actually been going in to work dressed fairly regularly for the better part of a year now. I’ll let that sink in a bit. I have been dressing up… at work… fairly regularly.

Being out, and dressing, at work.


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So, my job’s kind of cool inasmuch as they have lots of somewhat large parties where people dress up (You’ve probably noticed). Ever since the first one I dressed up at (which was scary, but a necessary step in my eventual coming out of the CD closet and having people see this as a NORMAL, NON-PERVERTED HUMAN ACTIVITY), it’s become somewhat expected that at each costume party type affair, I’ll be dressed up like a lady. And that’s fine. I’m happy to fill that role :D So, the theme of the Christmas party was “France”… Little bit of a broad […]

Christmas Party – En Francais!




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So, I came out on Facebook earlier this year, to pretty much everyone I know, and the outcome, as you can see from the pics attached in that post, was pretty good. I felt freer and more-able to post pics on my one-and-only facebook account, and found a bit more courage to dress, and partially dress (makeup, nail polish, low heels a few times) to work, without comment, which is nice. It’s been so… liberating… to not have to hide one of the hugest parts of who I am. Admittedly, this is the SF Bay Area, so people are mostly […]

On being out.



There really isn’t much to say in this particular post – a friend and I went to Folsom Street fair. It was kind of boring (I’VE BEEN ON THE INTERNET, I’VE ALREADY SEEN EVERYTHING), so we stopped into a Thai place for lunch/drinks and ended up just hanging out there for a few hours before heading home. She took a some-way decent pic of me, so I might as well post it. Oh hai. (Another post from the series Being Out.)

Folsom Street Fair


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So, a funny thing happened a while ago… When I posted this entry back in April, one of those photos struck me as one of my favourite pics of myself. It was this one: I think it’s still probably my favourite (not that I don’t try to top it each and every time I take pics!). But while I was sitting in front of my laptop (updating this blog) I began to feel a lot of different things. Things I’d felt before, but never as strongly as I did just then. This is stupid. This is an AWESOME picture of […]

Out. To everyone… On facebook.



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After wrangling with updating WordPress a little bit, and then dealing with the fallout of “Holy shit, everything’s broken!!1one” I figure I should probably talk a little bit more about some of the stuff I’ve been up to this year. Looks like the last thing I wrote was about a friend’s birthday party I went to where I was dressed up around a few coworkers. Kind of scary, but for the most part, it turned out pretty well! progress++ Well, more in the theme of this being the year of doing alllll the scary things… At work, we had an […]

Dressed at an office party!




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Generally I don’t like going out on weekends if my wife is around, because we don’t really get to see each other too much on account of A: full time job, and B: Commute time, but when the opportunity to go out dressed presents itself, I at least try to take it. On this occasion, I packed up a bag and headed into SF to hang out with a friend of mine. Got to her place. Got changed. Got made up. Got nervous. Got outta there!

Out on the town… Sorry, town…


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So last night, after much hemming and hawing, I put on an outfit, and left my apartment with a friend. Out in public. Oh god. The wine in my system seemed to calm my nerves, and the fact that there was a friendly face with me helped too. My expectations were mostly to be, you know, beaten with sticks, set-upon by a bloodthirsty pack of homophobes, each kitted out with a gut-spilling spear, a sign saying “KILL ALL TRANNYS” (because clearly, they wouldn’t be able to spell ‘Trannies’) and a loudspeaker to announce to anyone outside the nearby vicinity that, […]

Out in public: A whole new world