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Have any of you had the felling that you have two personalities.
One being Male and the other being female. (But you are happy with you birth gender.)
Or both being male or female
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Have any of you had the felling that you have two personalities.
One being Male and the other being female. (But you are happy with you birth gender.)
Or both being male or female
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Eight personalities and counting…
None seem to have an internal life individually riding into town firing off ideas and emotions with no consideration for the other personalities sharing head space. Which am I? The cat herder who gets to take the blame!
I think you would do better posting this as a blog, not a story
Rhona McCloud
Could be
From the time I first understood that there was a true feminine component in me, not just that I liked wearing women's (then it was girl's) clothes. I, like a lot of males, compartmentalize my life. So, I simply compartmentalize my feminine side. When I went into that compartment, it was feminine all the way. Lacy nylon undergarments ruled and frilly dresses as well as full make-up were the norm. While on the outside, I was macho all the way. A woodsman's woodsman, camping, backpacking, fishing hunting (rifle and archery) and TSD rallying.
I remember, one day, thinking in the shower as I washed my hair with Ivory hand soap, "I'm not like those yuppies that shampoo their hair with perfumed shampoo."
Really now, that's bad? I mean, none of them (as far as I knew) slip into lacy nylon lingerie when they want to relax.
It was about that time that my wife caught me (over 35 years ago) and I had to come to terms with that dichotomy. Over the years, I've merged the two into one and discovered that the feminine side is the part that I like and is dominate. Fortunately my wife has learned to love me, dominate feminine side and all.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann
I'm always me, with different aspects to one personality
On some occasions, I draw heavily on masculine energy, such as when I need to problem-solve, or work with mechanical things. I am pretty much in male mode when I assemble a computer or flat-pack furniture, service a small appliance, or work on my car or bicycle. I’m doing it now, because I am writing analytically rather than from my emotions.
At other times, I draw heavily on feminine energy, such as when I hunger for (or achieve) emotional connectedness, when I need to stymie some big bully who is over twice my size (it occasionally works on women, too, because they do not expect it from a man), or whenever my feelings and emotions are up. When talking with women, depending on the conversation, I can be anywhere from the masculine side of center, to fairly girly. In the female-only online marketplace venues where used, vintage, and discounted women’s clothing and accessories are exchanged, I am a natural-born woman to the other women, there.
Like many of us, I prefer to be feminine in my down time, to balance how I often have to present myself to the world. Since with my build, I could not be mistaken for female on a dark night from yards away, I just wear a dress and sometimes some heels. Just like with women, it is ultimately all about how it makes me feel. As long as I stay away from the mirror, I’m OK.
More recently, though, I’ve managed to dredge up the courage to wear some of my heels (tastefully coordinated with shirt and trousers) in public on some occasions, such as when running errands. I get some stares, sometimes, but fortunately nothing worse than that has come of it. I believe we have come a long way since the time of my childhood.
I first discovered the TG scene in the late 1970’s, when I was in college. Virginia Prince was forming her “Tri-Ess” (Society for the Second Self), and publishing her books and Transvestia magazine. In the mean time, Drs. Green, Money, and Stoller were publishing findings from their work in the gender clinics at Johns Hopkins and UCLA. Other people were publishing (auto)biographies and multidisciplinary research findings (from the viewpoints of psychology, sociology, and ethnology). When I transferred to a 4-year school, a lot of that was available in the university library.
I read everything I could get my hands on, including a remark in one book about how people like me read everything we can get our hands on. :D I read how people were attempting to classify and categorize different aspects of the TG experience in their effort to bring some understanding to it. I read how cross-dressers in particular compartmentalized their femme selves, and how they showed up to Tri-Ess meetings in “drab” to maintain confidentiality, and cryptically referred to their femme selves by name as being in their luggage.
Of course, I was trying to understand my own experience…except that it never quite fit in any of the pigeon holes or boxes of the time. I tried to decide if my feelings were wholly a result of my experiences, or if there might be a physiological component, too. Finally, I decided that none of it really mattered, except that compartmentalizing was not good for me.
This is not an easy place to be, because most people, including those in the TG community, want us to be masculine or feminine, not “somewhere in-between.” The large body of TG fiction about boys of apparently ambiguous gender who can only find fulfillment as girls reflects this reality. I’m not comfortable among men, because many of my values and viewpoints are traditionally feminine. Being among women is sometimes a difficult proposition because of the assumptions they make about me simply because I am male. I won’t even talk about how far and few between intimate relationships are. It is a lonely place to be.
Not for me either
I too feel that compartmentalizing isn't good for me. The only place I wear men's clothing is at work where I've been issued a uniform. But even there, it's lingerie underneath, which includes a sports bra and forms that don't quite give me an A cup bustline. Mind you I have women's clothes that are masculine cut and allow people who know me to see me as male, dressed traditionally. However, every one of them is right off the women's rack, including my shoes and hose.
At home, it's strictly girly-girl for me. I'm more girly than my wife. I can't remember the last time she wore a dress and she doesn't even own a skirt. Her taste in tops are more in the line of what you'd think of as what a farm girl might wear. I, on the other hand, tend toward flowing dresses and skirts, lacy blouses of synthetic blend fabric and cut to enhance what feminine figure that I can produce. She wears only mascara and eyebrow pencil where I add lipstick, eye shadow and blush to that. She won't wear earrings and I am loathe to go without them. She does, however wear necklaces and rings, but then so do I.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann
Yes, But No
I have two personalities. My work personality is outgoing and gregarious. My real personality is introverted.
I have only one gender, which is masked at work to appear masculine.
Maybe you could say I only have the one true personality -- introverted and feminine. The other is a personality of convenience. A personality that I contrived that was nurtured by a demanding society.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
The social mask
The mask. It’s not just a standard metaphor, it is a useful and descriptive one. Though not all agree, many neuroscientists even have a firm idea of where in the brain the social mask lives. (Hint: it is the same place where The Critic lives, that wonderful voice that is always telling us not to do something stupid in a social situation to embarrass ourselves.) So we give people what they want and behave as they expect as a concession to the requirements of being social, even of surviving in a social world (because no job means no home and no food), while hiding some portion of our authentic selves behind the mask.
From the music video
Bring Me to Life by Evanescence
Whether it be called “the social mask” or “contrived personality” may simply be a matter of semantics. To me, though, the essential difference in the two experiences is how much conscious effort is required to keep a consistent presentation in place. I can illustrate with a popular substance known as ethanol. :3
Most people engage in social drinking so that they may relax by putting The Critic to sleep and silencing that voice that constantly hounds us with “Don’t do something stupid and embarrass us!” Human Resources types like social drinking because it disarms recruitment prospects and reveals more of the authentic “personality” that is hiding behind “the social mask.” Everyone knows how guarded applicants are at formal job interviews, so some HR types will “wine and dine” candidates for important positions in order to “open them up.” Other HR types do their recruiting at parties, where people are drinking, relaxing, being social, and not even thinking about finding work. In one of his soliloquies, Fritz Coleman told the story of how he was surprised at a party in just this fashion, by being offered a job presenting weather forecasts on KNBC-TV.
Of course, a social mask can become so well practiced that it is only necessary to “flip a switch” to turn it on. It can become like any other skill that requires conscious effort at first, but becomes more or less automatic with constant repetition. Do we then call it a “personality” at that point? I don’t know, but I can say that ethanol makes for a powerful and insidious “truth” drug! :D
A Couple Stories of that Nature
As far as I know, my two distinct personalities are online vs. in person. However, I'm writing (off and on) a couple stories where someone disguises himself/herself as the opposite sex, and the character's personality changes with the disguise. His fears, phobias, and anxieties change as well.
Christopher Reeve made live-action "Clark Kenting" seem plausible. It was more than just removing or adding the glasses to change between Clark Kent and Superman.
-- Daphne Xu
Superman
If I recall the backstory right, Superman is a humanoid alien from another planet (who escaped just before their sun went nova?), who poses as a reporter to hide and blend in with humanity. I always thought of the glasses as iconic of The Mask, especially because Superman has x-ray vision.
When you talk about Christopher Reeve playing Superman, what you have is an actor playing two roles. It is not uncommon in movies and theater for an actor’s part to include two or more roles. Even in comedy, actors usually work to make their characters plausible, as that is what the performing art is all about.
Taking theater as a metaphor, some students of behavior have proposed (social) Role Theory as an explanation for some of the ways that people behave in society. Where things get interesting is when people go from “this is what I do” to “this is who I am.” (Who am I? Teacher, student, surfer, house spouse, musician, engineer, party animal…)
Some M2F TG fiction (such as “in hiding” and “from groin injury to vaginoplasty” stories) follows that path, where the protagonist is a male who is required to act in the traditional role of a female, begins to like it, comes to identify with it, and finally takes the role as primary identity. More often than not, our protagonist assumes this means he was meant to be a girl or woman, rather than realizing that he is getting to experience aspects of his nature that he was never before allowed to even imagine he may have had. My go-to example is this non-fiction, autobiographical TG story, The Pageboy by Tamara Segunda (also available here).
Identities, personalities, roles, masks… Human nature is no simple thing. At times, it defies description.