The end of the Girly Girl Experiment

The end of the Girly Girl Experiment

It's been almost 15 years since I first tried to share my girly side to the world.

And while I can’t say it’s been a total failure, the blunt fact is that it is coming to an end, and overall I accomplished very little that remains.

I tried heels - until my knees said no thank you.

I tried makeup - and only ever looked like a clown - a male clown at that.

Earrings? Couldn’t keep them in my ears, finally the holes closed.

Stockings? Far too expensive for how quickly I would destroy them, and they never fit anyway.

Dresses and skirts? Mostly pushed to the back of my closet.

Painted nails? A bust.

SRS? Can’t happen, due to poor health choices.

And now, its my hair. I can’t manage it when its long, and when its short - well, I look like a man.

So honestly, what’s left?

Nothing.

Now, I am still pretty lucky. Most of the people who love me call me Dot, and I have never been threatened with violence, much less attacked, and I even briefly held a job, which is better than a lot of trans people get to do.

But I can’t shake the notion that as a girly girl . . .

I’m a failure.

End



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