As expected, after the initial choices to make and the daily vocal training, life has been rather uneventful in my new gender-identity. I told my family and friends about it and the reason I’m doing it, mostly by just showing them this blog since it’d become a rather cumbersome story to repeat; a few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.
I suppose it sort of was the point of this experiment to demonstrate the insignificant nature of assuming a different gender role for a week and how little extra
experience it gives you. A lot of people would be telling me that I’m doing it wrongly and I’m not actually living like a woman, but what more can I do? As I said, there are women that don’t wear make-up and to just assume I’m going to have to wear make-up and pink skirts or what not because I’m living my life as a woman for a week is nothing but an insult and making stereotypes of women.
Modern day western society is simply open-minded enough that even though there are correlations between the behaviour of men and women, these are far from absolute, and women do exist which basically behave completely the same as some man could do, except for the fact that their voice is different, and they are physically different; physical stuff I apparently do not have the right to control until that real life experience period anyhow. There are transgendered tomboys you know, a prominent example is this female progamer Sasha Hostyn, she’s a tomboy, she’s a progamer, look at her, she dresses like most other progamers do, she doesn’t wear skirts, doesn’t seem to wear makeup. So she’s got long hair, so do several other male progamers, so do I. And I’m pretty sure there are transwomen with short hair as well.
I’m just not sure what difference it makes that I’m living my life as a woman for a weak except my morning vocal training, except that some people find it very amusing to mock me with it.