Sliding into sisterhood

Am I a girl?

Seriously?

I have never claimed that my autogynephilia definitely indicated any femininity within me beyond itself. Nor, though, have I insisted that I am a regular masculine man.

Until recently I have kept my antipathy to masculine values away from my crossdreaming sexuality, which was thoroughly segregated from the rest of my inner self.

Does integration of these indicate a feminine centre?

A man with a feminine centre is not like a woman. A woman has been brought up as female: this greatly influences how she is, regardless of centre. I have been brought up as male: this has greatly influenced how I am. A large part of me is the product of this influence. I do not disown or dislike this part.

Is there such a thing as a feminine centre? (I know what postmodern gender theorists think about this - hi, wxhluyp, darling - how are you?) Perhaps there isn't, but perhaps there is? Maybe human life is more thoroughly gendered than I have appreciated - like the French language, where every word is given a gender. So my sensitivity does derive from my femininity?

It's possible.

The case against would claim that I am sliding into a dangerous, sex-driven fantasy. Ooh, that sounds quite exciting, doesn't it?

Or perhaps my descent is reaching a firm base of identity which explains much and connects me with others who have grown from such a base. That sounds nice, and it might be true.