Independence Day

 For all of my American readers, enjoy a safe, relaxing Fourth of July! 

Thanks for stopping by Cyrsti’s Condo.

In the Woods

Connie at Work. Pre Covid

 Recently here in Cyrsti’s Condo, I posted about “Growing Up Trans”  and received a couple comments about my habit of hiding a feminine stash in an old hollowed out tree I knew of in the woods next to our house. 

One comment came from Jenny on WordPress and the other here from Connie: 

” Your hiding place in the woods made me think of a line from the old blues song: “I’d rather drink muddy water and sleep out in a hollow log.”
The things we go through to find some relief and happiness sound utterly ridiculous, sometimes. In retrospect, I find some of my exploits to be humorous, even though I was very serious at the time I was carrying out my little deceptions. What I find so sad now, though, is that I had become as addicted and drawn to the deception as I was to the resulting euphoria I found in expressing my feminine-self. I’m not saying that “transgender” is an addiction, but I thought that of it that way for much of my life. After all, what I was “doing” exhibited most of the signs of an addiction:

*Spending the majority of your time engaging in the behavior, thinking
about or arranging to engage in the behavior, or recovering from the

*Becoming dependent on the behavior as a way to cope with emotions and
to “feel normal.”

*Continuing despite physical and/or mental harm.

*Having trouble cutting back despite wanting to stop.

*Neglecting work, school, or family to engage in the behavior more often.

*Experiencing symptoms of withdrawal (for example, depression or
irritability) when trying to stop.

*Minimizing or hiding the extent of the problem.

Of course, in my youth, I had no outside resource for learning what these symptoms were, let alone the yet-to-be-named “transgender.” My own guilt and shame were my only references, which had the effect of a vicious circle of dysphoria and euphoria.

Now that I know better, and that my gender identity and expression go far beyond mere behavior, I live with the reality that it is who I am (and was, though unaware) far more than what I do (or did).

If you listen to the aforementioned song, and think of yourself as both the woman and the man, you might imagine why it rings for me. To have drunk muddy water and slept in a hollow log would have been easy, in comparison to what I actually did, in order to have kept that woman (me) from disappearing from my life.:
Along the way, I too considered my cross dressing to be more of an addiction more than anything else. Until I began to journey more and more out into a feminine world. The more natural I felt as an out transgender woman, the better I felt about making the full time gender transformation. 
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Is “Passing” all Confidence?

 When I write many posts, I usually come up with ideas I could have added. Normally I didn’t add them because the post was already written or would have made the post too long. The same thing happened to me yesterday when I wrote a post concerning passing privilege. 

Then I began to remember a few of my previous posts as well as various comments from Cyrsti’s Condo readers such as Connie and Paula. One theme seemed to come through, having confidence in yourself was the main way to “pass” successfully. 

Speaking of “Paula” I enjoyed one of her comments referring to a few of her ill advised fashion choices in her early cross dressing days as being a “howler.” I know I was too and no amount of confidence could help me. As a matter of fact, I was doing my best to destroy any confidence I was building by making poor choices. My main example was being way too fond of wigs which were better suited to drag queens. Unfortunately also, the drag queen wigs weren’t my only “howler” mistakes. Mentioning them all would make this post way too long! It’s easier to write, if there was a bad cross dressing mistake to make…I made it.

The good news is I survived and once I learned to blend in and to dress for other women, I developed confidence and you could say I gained “passing privilege”. 

Ironically, nearly all of passing to me became a reality when I arrived at the point when I didn’t care what the public thought of me. I just followed my basic rules of blending and confidence and/or passing followed.

I was able to live my life as a transgender woman and put my howler days behind me.

Paula’s Place

 Recently here in Cyrsti’s Condo, I shared a comment from Paula and her thoughts on being a transgender musician. After going back and checking the post I noticed the link she shared to her blog didn’t work for me at least. Back in another Cyrsti’s Condo platform I always had her blog in my “Wanna Hook Up” linking section. 

To straighten things up, I re-added her link for you all to find. Here is the link: and she currently has a great post called “A Bad Year for Showoffs” you may want to check out.

In the meantime, here is a picture of Paula: