So, as I mentioned last time, I had ran into a woman that I genuinely liked and that I used to chat with on fb. She did make me consider reconnecting through another fb page. Then yesterday, I ran into a woman that I have a curious relationship with. She is really one of the very few women that I truly believe have no problem with me wearing dresses, like none. I never got the feeling that she was saying what I wanted to hear for any reason, just that she thought it was cool. As a consequence, there is a special place in my heart for her. On the other hand, we have had one really bad spell where she got quite angry and was very hurtful to me. In the end, we made up and we were chatting on fb a bit. She is a not great at initiating but she does do it at times. She has gotten into a very serious relationship but she has told me that her hubby to be is cool with her having a tranny friend. Anyway, she finally (2 weeks plus) noticed that the fb page was gone. She asked last week and I told her why. This week she brought it up again and we ended up chatting and by the end of it I was having the same feeling as when I saw the other lady who made me want to chat again. But I'm a big believer in omens. I just like the notion of being given signs about decisions. It is romantic and nonsensical but for my tranny life, I embrace it. I don't do it for any serious decisions but for stuff like this, whether I should start a new fb page or not, I totally look at the signs. Anyway, so, yesterday, I also got to see a lady I totally loved chatting with. She is amazing on almost all fronts and I was really, really sad to lose her with the death of Vanessa. Buuuuuuuut, she is also in the early stages of a relationship and this one has been getting closer to the point where she needs to disclose who she talks with on fb. For a long time, she has known this would mean that I would have to disappear and her and I could not chat any longer. Anyway, she went on a trip with her man. She was not sure how things would work out. If they were good (which is really good for her btw b/c the guy is pretty cool), then she and I would most likely have to stop chatting. So, after having 2 women make me think that I should consider a new fb page, I saw her and got the report that the trip was great. So, great news for her and I am genuinely happy for her. But it was a completely clear message to me that I should not do a new fb page or at least consider contacting anyone through it. I was very sad about the loss.
Then today, who do I have to work with? A fantastic lady that was the one that really was the straw that made me kill Vanessa. She is really great and I would not have opened up to her if I didn't think that way. But it is so painful to have her working with me. One because, she really did break my heart with what she said. Two, because of my injury, I really don't want to see or talk to her. Three, I don't want to talk to her but we work in a group and so you have to pretend to be all friendly. It was painful, awful, horrible and it ruined my day even more. I just would rather never ever work with her again, then I don't have to talk with her, also, I don't want to be in close proximity to her because I don't want to make her feel badly. She was totally correct in her statement to me, she was very observant and there can be no debate about what she said. That is all fine, but I was devastated by it and I have no interest in hanging out with someone who really hurt me, even if it wasn't on purpose. Plus, I really don't want to make her feel badly. I just want to avoid her. Fuck me.
So all in all I'm hating life right now. I am too busy so I never get to dress up. Tragic really, I've got an amazing boy life and I should be doing fucking cartwheels about my situation. Well, I've said it for a while...I'm cursed.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
3 weeks post mortem
So, I'm 3 weeks post killing Vanessa. I'm good with it still. I still feel that there are a few women that would give a smug "I knew you'd come back" type of commentary if I did. Also, I really don't feel that I've lost all that much. The further away it gets the more content I feel about the decision. The other thing is I have also had only one interaction which made me want to go back or consider contacting someone with a new page. This lady was wonderful to talk to and she initiated discussion from time to time, so she was not part of the issue. My only concern with her, and this highlights another issue, is that she is a little too close to my boy life and people that know the boy me. In fact, that is something I have not mentioned, the fact that I am still quite closeted and some of my so-called friends have outed me to people without my permission. They always qualify their betrayal by saying that the person they were telling was cool or accepting or whatever but, the truth is, they completely betrayed me by telling someone. So, having no photos that can be seen anymore is really relaxing. I have no fears that someone has proof of the tranny me without my permission.
There was another variable about the facebook friendship experience that was trying and I'm glad is done. What happened frequently was the women I chatted with may have ended up in a relationship which caused them to ditch me. Or, I would open up to a woman but she would not be able to chat with me due to her partner feeling threatened. I understand this dynamic completely. I also can see that it is a bit crazy as it makes a bunch of assumptions. First of all, it does speak to the maturity of the couple's trust. Ultimately, your partner is trustworthy or not. I used to be very jealous about my girlfriends and want to put walls around them but I have learned that you really have no control over your partner and her choices. If she wants to be with someone else, there is little you can do. This is not to say that you don't try to be a good partner and don't pay attention but if your partner wants to be with someone else, there is little you can do. That really is saying that they have some need you are not meeting or that have some needs that you aren't fulfilling. This is no reflection on you if you are doing your best to be a good partner, this is a reflection on them. But irrespective of my opinions, I have had about 25% of the women I have opened up to end the dynamic b/c they were concerned that their partner would be threatened or uncomfortable with the concept of their woman chatting with a dude. I must say, I feel that is a bit silly. First of all, I'm a tranny for crying out loud. 99% of women would never ever date me, even the ones that love me as a person are still not necessarily interested in having a tranny for a spouse. Also, there is the fact that there is no way I would be with any of them. I'm taken and I'm never ever going to cheat so...that trumps any chance of any playing around. But I have to respect this variable and it did help to sour me on the attempts at facebook interaction. The ones that it really hurt the most with were ones that I was there for them when they were going through stuff but the second they get serious with a boy, I get kicked to the curb. It made me feel used.
anyway, I'm still desperately hoping to find more time in my life for dressing up and trying to focus on that.
There was another variable about the facebook friendship experience that was trying and I'm glad is done. What happened frequently was the women I chatted with may have ended up in a relationship which caused them to ditch me. Or, I would open up to a woman but she would not be able to chat with me due to her partner feeling threatened. I understand this dynamic completely. I also can see that it is a bit crazy as it makes a bunch of assumptions. First of all, it does speak to the maturity of the couple's trust. Ultimately, your partner is trustworthy or not. I used to be very jealous about my girlfriends and want to put walls around them but I have learned that you really have no control over your partner and her choices. If she wants to be with someone else, there is little you can do. This is not to say that you don't try to be a good partner and don't pay attention but if your partner wants to be with someone else, there is little you can do. That really is saying that they have some need you are not meeting or that have some needs that you aren't fulfilling. This is no reflection on you if you are doing your best to be a good partner, this is a reflection on them. But irrespective of my opinions, I have had about 25% of the women I have opened up to end the dynamic b/c they were concerned that their partner would be threatened or uncomfortable with the concept of their woman chatting with a dude. I must say, I feel that is a bit silly. First of all, I'm a tranny for crying out loud. 99% of women would never ever date me, even the ones that love me as a person are still not necessarily interested in having a tranny for a spouse. Also, there is the fact that there is no way I would be with any of them. I'm taken and I'm never ever going to cheat so...that trumps any chance of any playing around. But I have to respect this variable and it did help to sour me on the attempts at facebook interaction. The ones that it really hurt the most with were ones that I was there for them when they were going through stuff but the second they get serious with a boy, I get kicked to the curb. It made me feel used.
anyway, I'm still desperately hoping to find more time in my life for dressing up and trying to focus on that.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
the continued death of me...soon to be over though...getting tiresome
So, I reviewed my discussions about what happened with me 11 days ago. The killing of the fb page, twitter, and making all photos go away. It is a bit misleading when I read it b/c it makes it sound like I barely ever got any interaction with the "friends". Actually, when I did get replies, we often would have some form of discussion. The problem was I always (except you KS and JT), had to initiate...like always. And then, if I didn't initiate, months would go by. I tried to justify it by taking a more mature thought process, "I am willing to do this because these relationships mean so much to me," and "I'm a better friend than most of them." But it is a bit like knowing you are ugly, you can come up with a million ways of comforting yourself but the fact that you never get hit on, asked out, looked at....it sort of tells you the harsh truth. So, I got it.
As I mentioned in the previous posts, I also really got to feeling like a pest. That really, really bothered me. In the end, I think that may have been a big component of me bailing on fb. I had a few woman who sent me messages every 3 months at best. From the outset with these ladies, it was an example of the "I never get on fb." I got that and for them, I understood. Would I have wanted to chat with them more? totally. Anyway, I am sad about a few of these ladies b/c I suspect I may never chat to them again. All in all, off the top of my head, I lost ...well, all of them actually. Well, there are one or two I see at work on occasion. But in reality, they are all gone to me. Even the ones I see at work, I have no interest in pursuing the dynamic anymore because it was a waste of time. So, one of the ladies, who still has not noticed, chatted with me last week. It was standard co-worker crap. Boring, meaningless and devoid of any real content. But it is pointless for me to try to engage her. She will go on and on about her life and life events but when it comes to reciprocation...fuggedabowdit.
A funny thing has been telling the few that have noticed. It is an interesting process telling someone that their failure to make an effort in your relationship made you kill your fb page. I keep in generalities to soften the process but I make it clear that I "gave it up because I got sick of having to beg women to chat with me over and over." There have only been 2 or three ladies that have noted to me and it was interesting because they all wanted to try to make it sound like our dynamic would continue and I made it clear that it won't. They will say, "So, we will still keep in touch, won't we?" I respond with "well, I'll probably see you around I guess." Again, I'm not interested in making any one person feel badly. In fact, most of these women are ladies that I opened up to because I felt there were special and could accept me. But I'm also not interested in lying to be nice. The truth is 99% of the ladies I tried to interact with were shitty at reciprocating. I cannot tell you the amount of counseling and comforting and encouraging I did over and over. The compliments were sincere and I did it because I thought that is what my role should be. In return, I hoped for some effort to be made to be interested in me. Some did, at times, when I was really frustrated about how completely trapped I am, some were wonderful. But in the end I guess I was too much work or not worth the effort.
So where to now? Well, I still am a bit down about dressing up...I suspect it should take me a few more days before I get over the pity party and realize that I only have one short life and I need to do this while I can.
I will make that new fb page at some time in the next while...just not sure about when or what the new name should be. I have to figure out how to get rid of the Vanessa Vaughan on my google+ page as I do want to bury that name...of course that means I'm seeking a new or possibly old name. Regardless of what I do, I will employ the page for an entirely different purpose. NO Messaging. EVER. That ship sailed and sunk.
On a tranny positive note, I may have found a place to do my alterations. yay.
As I mentioned in the previous posts, I also really got to feeling like a pest. That really, really bothered me. In the end, I think that may have been a big component of me bailing on fb. I had a few woman who sent me messages every 3 months at best. From the outset with these ladies, it was an example of the "I never get on fb." I got that and for them, I understood. Would I have wanted to chat with them more? totally. Anyway, I am sad about a few of these ladies b/c I suspect I may never chat to them again. All in all, off the top of my head, I lost ...well, all of them actually. Well, there are one or two I see at work on occasion. But in reality, they are all gone to me. Even the ones I see at work, I have no interest in pursuing the dynamic anymore because it was a waste of time. So, one of the ladies, who still has not noticed, chatted with me last week. It was standard co-worker crap. Boring, meaningless and devoid of any real content. But it is pointless for me to try to engage her. She will go on and on about her life and life events but when it comes to reciprocation...fuggedabowdit.
A funny thing has been telling the few that have noticed. It is an interesting process telling someone that their failure to make an effort in your relationship made you kill your fb page. I keep in generalities to soften the process but I make it clear that I "gave it up because I got sick of having to beg women to chat with me over and over." There have only been 2 or three ladies that have noted to me and it was interesting because they all wanted to try to make it sound like our dynamic would continue and I made it clear that it won't. They will say, "So, we will still keep in touch, won't we?" I respond with "well, I'll probably see you around I guess." Again, I'm not interested in making any one person feel badly. In fact, most of these women are ladies that I opened up to because I felt there were special and could accept me. But I'm also not interested in lying to be nice. The truth is 99% of the ladies I tried to interact with were shitty at reciprocating. I cannot tell you the amount of counseling and comforting and encouraging I did over and over. The compliments were sincere and I did it because I thought that is what my role should be. In return, I hoped for some effort to be made to be interested in me. Some did, at times, when I was really frustrated about how completely trapped I am, some were wonderful. But in the end I guess I was too much work or not worth the effort.
So where to now? Well, I still am a bit down about dressing up...I suspect it should take me a few more days before I get over the pity party and realize that I only have one short life and I need to do this while I can.
I will make that new fb page at some time in the next while...just not sure about when or what the new name should be. I have to figure out how to get rid of the Vanessa Vaughan on my google+ page as I do want to bury that name...of course that means I'm seeking a new or possibly old name. Regardless of what I do, I will employ the page for an entirely different purpose. NO Messaging. EVER. That ship sailed and sunk.
On a tranny positive note, I may have found a place to do my alterations. yay.
Monday, February 10, 2014
more of the end of me
So, I did miss some key points about the death of my Vanessa's online life. One was the end of the being a maid for someone dream. This fantasy/wish was entirely dependent on me co-ordinating it with someone via facebook. So, even those folks that might actually enable this will not be able to set it up b/c the fact that I can't contact them in a timely fashion anymore. Not that I really had any hopes of it ever happening for real. That was one of the key reasons I decide to bail on fb. The fact was pointed out to me that I spend an enormous amount of effort achieving nothing when it comes to the maid dream. That also is ennervating for the women involved. So, really, to be honest, time still is so limited and the chance of me getting out is so difficult, it is true. Even if the ideal maid job happened, then what. Well, I still honestly believe I would have made it happen. I know I would but the problem was either the person lived so far away or they had some reason to not employ me. Regardless, that dream is deader than a doornail now. I can deal with that...hell, I spent the majority of my life dealing with the fact that I'll never get to live out 99% of my fantasies.
One thing I find interesting to me is the fact that one of the things that really, really motivates me to stay away from going back is the fact that one lady is so smarmy about our dynamic. I know that she thinks that I'll miss her and that I wouldn't be able to stay away. That smug attitude so helps me keep myself free from the temptation of re-activating. I'm almost one week in, I have 3 more to go and then it is gone forever. Sad, really sad but less sad than spending my time being a total fucking loser, pleading for people to chat with me, begging with ladies to girl talk with me, hoping for a chance to be a maid. Posting tons of likes and messages that never get acknowledged...Nope, I knew it almost as soon as I started but I fought it...I didn't want to believe that 99% of the people I interacted with didn't give a shit but even numbskulls like me can see the light...yep...the veil is off my eyes. Pretty tragic really, it's a bit like finding out there is no santa...all your faith in your "friends" blown to smithereens.
My flickr is fully private now...my twitter is gone, so..I'm effectively gone from the web...there is a relief in that...I did feel a bit vulnerable to people letting others know about me. It has happened so many times in my life I've lost count. Tell someone, have them promise to keep it a secret, have them tell someone you didn't want to know...yep... the joy of closeted trannydom...a lifetime of betrays by people that say they care about you.
Needless to say, all this negativity about the end of me has sort of crapped on my tranny life. I'm just not feeling like dressing up too much lately because it is still paired with this shitshow. I did wear a dress yesterday for a while while working...it was good...today...didn't feel anything but anger so...didn't.
My theory about Vanessa going away not registering seems to be correct...no-one has checked in except for the two darlings I previously mentioned. They are the exceptions.The funny thing is I spent so much time comforting, cheering, encouraging these other so-called friends and when I didn't pursue them? Nothing...well, they've lost their cheerleader, their inspirational pat on the back, their make them feel better about themselves when they feel badly person. They won't miss me though...most won't give it a seconds thought...and that is why I know I did the right thing.
I do expect to get back on fb to follow the cool queens I love but that will be it. I will not let anyone know and only send messages to those who have to for them to let me follow them. Translation...no-one that knows the boy me will find out...I just miss Mark Sheppard, Bassem Feghali, and Daisy Deadpetals too much to let the lousy friends spoil that.
One thing I find interesting to me is the fact that one of the things that really, really motivates me to stay away from going back is the fact that one lady is so smarmy about our dynamic. I know that she thinks that I'll miss her and that I wouldn't be able to stay away. That smug attitude so helps me keep myself free from the temptation of re-activating. I'm almost one week in, I have 3 more to go and then it is gone forever. Sad, really sad but less sad than spending my time being a total fucking loser, pleading for people to chat with me, begging with ladies to girl talk with me, hoping for a chance to be a maid. Posting tons of likes and messages that never get acknowledged...Nope, I knew it almost as soon as I started but I fought it...I didn't want to believe that 99% of the people I interacted with didn't give a shit but even numbskulls like me can see the light...yep...the veil is off my eyes. Pretty tragic really, it's a bit like finding out there is no santa...all your faith in your "friends" blown to smithereens.
My flickr is fully private now...my twitter is gone, so..I'm effectively gone from the web...there is a relief in that...I did feel a bit vulnerable to people letting others know about me. It has happened so many times in my life I've lost count. Tell someone, have them promise to keep it a secret, have them tell someone you didn't want to know...yep... the joy of closeted trannydom...a lifetime of betrays by people that say they care about you.
Needless to say, all this negativity about the end of me has sort of crapped on my tranny life. I'm just not feeling like dressing up too much lately because it is still paired with this shitshow. I did wear a dress yesterday for a while while working...it was good...today...didn't feel anything but anger so...didn't.
My theory about Vanessa going away not registering seems to be correct...no-one has checked in except for the two darlings I previously mentioned. They are the exceptions.The funny thing is I spent so much time comforting, cheering, encouraging these other so-called friends and when I didn't pursue them? Nothing...well, they've lost their cheerleader, their inspirational pat on the back, their make them feel better about themselves when they feel badly person. They won't miss me though...most won't give it a seconds thought...and that is why I know I did the right thing.
I do expect to get back on fb to follow the cool queens I love but that will be it. I will not let anyone know and only send messages to those who have to for them to let me follow them. Translation...no-one that knows the boy me will find out...I just miss Mark Sheppard, Bassem Feghali, and Daisy Deadpetals too much to let the lousy friends spoil that.
Friday, February 7, 2014
when I have fears that I may cease to be
I am writing this post as a post mortem on my attempt at social networking. For about the last 4 years I have been trying very hard to create a world for Vanessa. A world where I could interact with people as the person I have always wanted to be. That person was mainly the girly side of me. At first the process was full of promise. I came out to some ladies, befriended them on facebook and it seemed that it was going to be an amazing opportunity to finally be able to girltalk and discuss things that impacted me without the fear of being overheard or being outed by the narrow-minded folks that fill my life. The way I went about it was by coming out to ladies and seeing if they wanted to be fb friends or, if they were too close to my boy side and had fb friends that might out me, just message me on fb. Facebook also was a mechanism whereby I followed glamorous drag queens, other crossdressers, and cool fetish people in the area.
What eventually happened was I ended up realizing that developing or trying to build friendships on fb was dependent on a few things. First of all, there are people that are on fb rarely. They could just love me as a person but they just didn't use fb and trying to get them to go on more to chat with me was doomed to failure. The next issue was the harsh and brutal reality that evolved. Ultimately, I wasn't worth the effort. I had hoped my caring, supportive, playful manner would facilitate these ladies wanting to chat with me. It didn't. The way it ended up being was, I would get on the computer and send somewhere between 5 and 15 messages with various assorted greetings or questions about situations that the person was involved in. So, I might send a question about how someones spouse's job hunt was going or I would ask about a recent illness or I would just say good morning. Then I would hope for some feedback. It really was a lot of self-denial to continue to lie to myself and say that these ladies wanted to talk with me. This is not to say that they didn't like me but the truth is, they didn't care enough to make time. I did. I wanted to build those friendships and I actually have a busier life than any of them. So, in the end, I got lots of "gee, I'm sorry I haven't sent you a message in the last while" comments. That only worsened the situation because it meant that they felt guilt, which I really did not want this to be.
This is something that makes me incredibly sad as it isn't just the loss of a bunch of ladies that I chatted with on occasion, it is also the end of a bunch of interactions. There were a handful of ladies that I only chatted with on fb and with the death of Vanessa, that interaction dies with her. But, my sentiment is, you know me, you know where I work, you can call if you really want to find out what happened. I have an email address and I will give it out if a lady wants to contact me. But, I check that email a few times a week at most. There were also a few ladies that actually were good at chatting with me and I am sad that this closes that window but I need to be done with all the negativity that my online life was generating.
I won't go into particulars about what caused what and all of the things that caused me to get to this point. Suffice it to say that I heard the message loud and clear but fought with it for some time. It really should have happened months ago but I was just so resistant to believing the message I was getting.
I have also made all of my flickr photo not public anymore. I have deleted my twitter account as it really was doing nothing for me. I had tried to hide any google+ photos of me as well...with my goal being completely off line now. I will still use flickr as a photo album of sorts.
The truly ironic part of doing this is the fact that it won't even register with 99% of people that I interact with. I felt unwanted, so I went away...no-one even noticed....so I was unwanted. I also felt like a bother, a big ol' pain in the backside...so ending that is really important as well. A good example of the irony is the fact that I went into work 2 days after deactivating my account and I worked with 4 ladies that I chatted with on fb...only one noticed and she only noticed b/c it was her comment to me that really served as the "splash of reality" that made me accept that fb had failed. The two really good communicators both noticed the day of and, sadly, thought I had blocked them...which shows they don't know what it means to be blocked.
Anyway, I've got work to do and I'm sure nobody will read this and nobody will care but...I feel that writing this blog does serve a therapeutic process for me.
What eventually happened was I ended up realizing that developing or trying to build friendships on fb was dependent on a few things. First of all, there are people that are on fb rarely. They could just love me as a person but they just didn't use fb and trying to get them to go on more to chat with me was doomed to failure. The next issue was the harsh and brutal reality that evolved. Ultimately, I wasn't worth the effort. I had hoped my caring, supportive, playful manner would facilitate these ladies wanting to chat with me. It didn't. The way it ended up being was, I would get on the computer and send somewhere between 5 and 15 messages with various assorted greetings or questions about situations that the person was involved in. So, I might send a question about how someones spouse's job hunt was going or I would ask about a recent illness or I would just say good morning. Then I would hope for some feedback. It really was a lot of self-denial to continue to lie to myself and say that these ladies wanted to talk with me. This is not to say that they didn't like me but the truth is, they didn't care enough to make time. I did. I wanted to build those friendships and I actually have a busier life than any of them. So, in the end, I got lots of "gee, I'm sorry I haven't sent you a message in the last while" comments. That only worsened the situation because it meant that they felt guilt, which I really did not want this to be.
This is something that makes me incredibly sad as it isn't just the loss of a bunch of ladies that I chatted with on occasion, it is also the end of a bunch of interactions. There were a handful of ladies that I only chatted with on fb and with the death of Vanessa, that interaction dies with her. But, my sentiment is, you know me, you know where I work, you can call if you really want to find out what happened. I have an email address and I will give it out if a lady wants to contact me. But, I check that email a few times a week at most. There were also a few ladies that actually were good at chatting with me and I am sad that this closes that window but I need to be done with all the negativity that my online life was generating.
I won't go into particulars about what caused what and all of the things that caused me to get to this point. Suffice it to say that I heard the message loud and clear but fought with it for some time. It really should have happened months ago but I was just so resistant to believing the message I was getting.
I have also made all of my flickr photo not public anymore. I have deleted my twitter account as it really was doing nothing for me. I had tried to hide any google+ photos of me as well...with my goal being completely off line now. I will still use flickr as a photo album of sorts.
The truly ironic part of doing this is the fact that it won't even register with 99% of people that I interact with. I felt unwanted, so I went away...no-one even noticed....so I was unwanted. I also felt like a bother, a big ol' pain in the backside...so ending that is really important as well. A good example of the irony is the fact that I went into work 2 days after deactivating my account and I worked with 4 ladies that I chatted with on fb...only one noticed and she only noticed b/c it was her comment to me that really served as the "splash of reality" that made me accept that fb had failed. The two really good communicators both noticed the day of and, sadly, thought I had blocked them...which shows they don't know what it means to be blocked.
Anyway, I've got work to do and I'm sure nobody will read this and nobody will care but...I feel that writing this blog does serve a therapeutic process for me.
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