A Rare Event

A rare event happened on Monday. I told a good friend of mine about my alter ego. There are only a few people out there who know about both halves of my persona and I'm very careful to not let Tonya bleed into my other life. But this person is someone I trust deeply and someone who had demonstrated to me that she would not freak out on me when she found out.

I think every cross dressers goes through that moment of terror (fear of rejection) when we open up and share our secret identity to someone new. Despite knowing on an intellectual level that she would not get all weird on me, some visceral part of me was still scared shitless. It's that same sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you're at the top of the roller coaster and are about to go screaming down the the track at 60 MPH. This is also why I don't ride roller coasters anymore.

Well, as it turns out I had nothing to worry about. She hardly flinched when I told her, going so far as to tell me that she'd dated a cross dresser for a while. It didn't work out but I got the impression that the CD might not have been the reason it ended. I'll have to ask her more about that sometime.

My point? While I'm not ready to just start telling everyone in my life that I like to slip in to a skirt on evenings and weekends, I do feel better for coming clean with a close friend who I think probably suspected something like tis anyway.

Is there someone in your life that you need to tell something to? Got a secret you need to share?