Both Sides Now

Bows and flows of angel hair,
and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun,
they rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done,
but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
from up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall,
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,
the dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real,
I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show,
you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know,
don't give yourself away.
I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud,
to say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends they're acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

I've looked at life from both sides now,
from win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall,
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now,
from up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all

(Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell © 1967 (renewed) Crazy Crow Music, as featured on the albums Clouds
and Both Sides Now. Also recorded (and charted) by Judy Collins, and Clannad & Paul Young.)

 

Ok, so why write a bio? After all it might seem somewhat self indulgent, but then it may also be cathartic, a log of one’s journey... and if on the way it helps understanding, or even helps another friend on his/her journey, then that’s also good. So here goes, in no particular order, but more a stream of consciousness... which I will add to as and when I can or feel inspired to.

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Why? Well the first thing to say is: for me it’s like that scene in Billy Elliott, when he is just leaving the audition for the RBS and they ask him what it feels like when he dances. Initially, he finds it hard to put into words, but then it comes to him: “I feel free... like electricity running through my body...” That is in a microcosm, how I feel when I am able to allow Jaye to express herself. It goes far beyond clothes, fashion, or style, even femininity: it runs far deeper.

Purging: Many of us have gone through phases of “purging” at some point in our lives, probably for all kinds of reasons. From my background of having grown up with an intense, personal faith, I find the very term “purging” curious – implying a sense of cleansing, and therein a notion of perceived uncleanness! Maybe that was how I felt, unclean, or that it was wrong? But is anything ever that simple?

I am sure that each of us will face or hit all kinds of challenges throughout our lives, and likewise we will probably handle them in different ways too. But what I do feel different about now is that I found a sense of belonging, of community like no other that I can draw on for support.

Perception: For me personally, the added complication of faith, saw an intense battle inside me – a “perceived” conflict between my expression of Jaye and my heartfelt beliefs. I say “perceived” because over time I realised it was more imagined than real: how I was seeing things rather than as they really were. I came to see that my dressing was not so much an addiction as a form of expression.

Belonging: For so long I felt that I was alone, a freak, a pervert even, perhaps someone who was ill? Even when I discovered this wonderfully diverse TG community of ours on the Internet – which proved to me I was NOT alone – I still came and went with emotional peaks and troughs, creating and terminating online identities several times, and returning the clothes to drawers or cupboards (I am lucky in that I have never actually binned anything!)... Only to return some weeks or in some cases months later.

However, deep inside my confidence was growing, although at this point I hadn’t truly allowed Jaye into my world. It was only in mid 2004 when I experienced my first real makeovers and, as you can see for yourself, ventured out in public as Jaye.

Makeovers: To be honest I dreaded looking in that mirror the first time: I really thought I was going to look dreadful and I would easily be able to just walk away and never even want to do it again. But it says something for Linda’s delicate and thoughtful makeup skills... and for something like 20 minutes I sat speechless gazing at this new creature who was looking back at me. Those of you who know me will recognise that I am rarely lost for words, well this was such a moment.

“Well if God loves you, he also loves Jaye doesn’t he?”

It was then that I began to make some life-changing decisions and probably the main one was to allow Jaye to flourish. The second was to stop fighting. Hence I have gentle withdrawn from my spiritual struggle to ease that sense of perceived conflict I was experiencing. The reality for me was that I just could NOT kill off Jaye – even if I had wanted to, which to be honest I didn’t: it would have been like killing a real person. And yet I see or feel that Jaye is actually inside me: as much a part of my world as any other aspect.

For me this has been a huge revelation, and accepting this has meant that so much of the pain I have felt over the years has eased. Sure, it hasn’t answered anything like most of my questions, by any means. But that sense of conflict has been removed, and many friends have told me I look and seem healthier and happier for it. I certainly feel like a new person, and even my wife and sons have said that I am generally easier to live with now.

As for the future: we don’t really know where it’s going to lead: we will just have to see. One thing I do know though is, that I could die tomorrow and I would not have wanted to change these past few months, and that I am privileged to have met and get to know some of the most wonderful people on the face of this earth.