Love and Marriage and Crossdressing

mock book cover

Hi girls!  I am getting close to finishing my first draft of ‘In-Between’.  Many of you asked for a section about coming out to your spouse after you’ve gotten married.  This wasn’t an easy chapter to write and I really want to thank everyone who wrote in about their experiences with this.  Marriage is not easy, and we all have reasons why we didn’t, or still haven’t, come out to our spouses. 

I do not believe that I am doing any favors by sugar-coating any aspect about who we are.  I would love to say that the entire world loves us, but that is not reality.  The truth is that when we go out into the real world there’s the chance that we will be looked at, laughed at, or worse. Rather I see what I do as a obligation to talk about what might happen in any scenario, whether it is hitting the mall or waxing your eyebrows and how to deal with any sort of comments or criticism.  It’s important to be prepared in everything we do.  Whether it’s making sure you have an extra car key hidden in your purse or mentally preparing yourself for the dude at the coffee shop who suppresses a smirk at seeing us, we need to be realistic, or perhaps even pessimistic, about what happens when we venture out of our homes or when we come out to someone.

I would love to have written an upbeat, completely optimistic book about how the world loves us and that nothing bad will ever happen and there will ever be a syllable of criticism or piece of legislation) towards us.  But that’s naive.  It’s important to be honest about who we are, not only with ourselves but with our partners.  

This chapter reflects the sometimes brutal and uncomfortable reality of not being honest with our partners.  

Love, Hannah 

You have done the impossible.  You have found your missing half, you have met your soulmate.  Until this moment, you never thought you would find THE ONE.  Sure, you’ve had crushes before, you’ve been in love, perhaps in a few relationships, some of them were even serious, but this, this is it.

You have fallen head over (high) heels for someone, someone who brings out the best parts of you, the one whom you would do anything for.

Anything including ignoring and denying this side of you.  You know what side I’m talking about.

You might be anywhere between wearing a pair of panties under your suit to work a couple of times a month to stepping out to the mall or club every weekend, but there’s a side of you that is not out to the world.  And you intend to keep it that way.

Even from the new love of your life.

You can control this, can’t you?  Just… don’t wear lingerie.  Or makeup.  Or that cute dress.  You are so in love that you can do anything, even overcome the pull of beautiful clothes.  This part of you would confuse this new, amazing person in your life.  They might be scared off.  They won’t understand this side of you.

It’s true, they probably won’t understand this side of you.  I’ve been married for over ten years and my wife doesn’t understand this side of me.  I don’t either.  But this is who I am.

It’s easier to put this part of us away.  To tell ourselves it was, or is, a phase.  To tell ourselves that we have (or will) outgrow this.  Better to keep it a secret and never do it again than risk losing your incredible love.  You know you should be honest, you know you should put all your cards on the table.  But part of you tells yourself that you are not *that* person anymore.  You have conquered your desires and since you won’t be dressing anymore, there’s no harm in continuing to keep it from them and from the world.

So, time passes and time moves quickly.  The relationship is amazing and it’s everything you could have ever wanted from life.  You make commitments.  You buy a dog, you move in together, you propose, you get married, you have children.  You have a brand new life, a wonderful life.  You find joy in the routine, you find joy in your new shared life.  You face everything everything together.  You are married to your best friend and life is perfect.

But something is missing.  Your eyes linger on the girl at the mall.  Not because she’s cute, but because her outfit is.  You look longingly at your wife’s panties as you fold laundry.  You admire the shade of the lipstick she’s wearing.

Something is stirring inside you.  Something you thought you moved on from.  You heard that this side of you would never go away and that this is who you are, but you thought for sure you would be the exception.  That you would be able to move on.

But you heard correctly.  This is who you are.  This is not something that can be, or should be, overcome.  Instead this is something you need to be honest about.  Honest with yourself, and honest with your partner.

You find yourself wondering if you can fit into your wife’s new skirt.  You play around with the new eyeliner she picked up.  Your Googling takes you to websites you hope she doesn’t see.

You have started to keep something from your partner.  You don’t mean to, and you certainly don’t look at it that way.  We all have secrets, right?  But you know that this is a little different.  You don’t mean to be deceptive or dishonest, and it’s easy to justify keeping this from them because, well, they won’t understand.  Besides, you suppressed this part of you for the last few years, you can push it back down again.

But you can’t.  Who we are demands to be acknowledged.

Paranoia and guilt and fear seep in.  Terrified she might wonder why one of her bras is stretched out.  Scared she’ll see the browser history on your laptop.  The guilt from keeping this from her.

More justification sets in.  You’re protecting this part of you from her because she wouldn’t understand it.  It would only worry her.  You don’t need to put them through anything else in addition to everything you both have going on in life.  Raising a family is hard enough, she doesn’t need to be worried that her husband is transgender.

But this justification is usually a selfish one.  We think we might be doing something… noble by keeping this from them.  But not being honest with someone is usually done for the benefit of yourself.  Quite simply, you have a wonderful life with a beautiful person and it’s all you’ve ever wanted and you are terrified that this part of you will change everything.  So, just like before you met, this side of you is kept a secret.

This side of you started to stir, but now it’s getting harder to ignore.  You might be doing things you never thought you would do again. Maybe you have a pair of panties hidden in your gym bag.  Maybe you dress up in your hotel room when you are on that business trip.  Not only are you dipping your toe back into the water, you are also doing something you thought you would never do, which is not being honest with your partner.

The guilt grows.  You feel guilty for giving into this side of you.  You thought you conquered this, you thought you were strong enough to never ever do this again.  You are haunted and consumed by keeping something from your partner.  You feel terrible for not being honest with them.  You realize that yes, you should have told them years ago.

But now what?  You are eight years and two kids into a marriage.  You have a solid, wonderful life and you have a giant secret that could upend everything.  What will happen if and when they find out?

Yes, you can choose to keep it a secret.  This is the easiest and hardest thing to do.  It’s also the most dishonest.  It simply isn’t fair to keep anything from your partner.  You can justify something all you want, you can convince yourself you are protecting them, but in reality you are only protecting yourself.

I do not believe that we want to keep this, or anything, from our partners.  I believe that most people are good people and want to be honest with our spouses.  Keeping this a secret is on a different level, or so we tell ourselves.  It’s too late to tell them, we say to ourselves.  The longer we hold this secret the more it consumes us, and, in a way, makes it easier to continue to be dishonest.  It sometimes becomes easier to tell a big lie if you’ve been telling small ones.

And let’s not pretend that this isn’t lying.  You can tell yourself that there is a difference between not being forthcoming with everything and lying, but I don’t think our partners care about semantics.  If you are doing something or wearing anything you don’t want your partner to know about, then it’s dishonest.

I am not here to point fingers or shame anyone.  I know who we are is not easy.  I know how hard it is to come out to someone.  I am not perfect.  I let relationships get serious before I told them.  I learned from mistakes.  If you take anything from what I write, it’s that we need to be honest with ourselves, that there is nothing wrong or shameful about who are, and that this is not something we can stop.

This part of us is not easy to understand, it’s not easy to accept.  It’s not easy to explain.  It’s understandable why we want to, and why we try, to keep this from others in our lives.  But secrets have a way of being found out.  This is one of our biggest fears.

Perhaps your spouse is going through some old boxes in the garage, boxes they haven’t touched in five years.  Pretty safe place to keep your clothes, maybe.  But one day they’re doing some spring cleaning and they find heels that are too big for them.  A skirt that is definitely not theirs.  There’s confusion at first, and soon a slow, creeping realization as to who those clothes belong to.

Maybe your wife needs to use your laptop real quick to look something up and your browser history tells a story.  They always do.  Your phone is left in the other room and your spouse sees you have a notification of an email from Ashley.

Who’s Ashley?

Well, Ashley might be a t-girl you met online one night whom you struck up a friendship with.  But that’s not necessarily the assumption your partner will make.  Ashley is that new girl in your office.  An old girlfriend.  Someone your wife doesn’t know.  Your wife starts to think, and fear, the worst.  Something bad is happening, they think.  Their partner is having an affair.

But no, Ashley is a crossdresser from Pittsburgh and is emailing you a link where you can buy some amazing heels that go up to a size 14.  Whether or not your spouse is relieved by this can vary depending on the person.

Ashley’s email, the box of clothes, your browser history will turn your life upside down.  It’s completely natural for your spouse to perhaps do a little more digging into these revelations.  Yes, I suppose you could call it snooping but at this point you’ve been keeping something huge from them and I don’t have a lot of sympathy for someone who is lying to their partner.

You have now been caught.  Now what?

Everything is now under scrutiny.  You have lost your credibility.  How long have you been doing this?  (All your life, but that’s neither here or there at the moment).  Do you want to be a woman?  Are you gay?  Why did you lie to me?  That business trip last year?  That really wasn’t a business trip, was it?  You got an amazing makeover and spent the day en femme in Boston or wherever.

In situations like this, a couple deals with two things.  Not only is there the whole “my husband wears panties” fallout, but they also face the reality that you have this other life that you were lying about.

The bombshell has gone off and your life is a mess.  It might not always be a mess, but it probably will be for a while.  It will certainly change things. Not only do you have to come out to your partner, you are also doing it under the worst possible circumstances.  You didn’t want to come out, you didn’t want to be caught, and your spouse certainly didn’t want to find out this way.  They will likely feel angry, hurt, betrayed, and scared.

Be honest, can you blame them?  They may feel deceived because, well, you deceived them.  You weren’t honest with them.  They’re afraid of someone finding out, afraid of losing their husband.  They’re confused because we are not easy to understand.  You might feel that betrayed is a bit of a strong word but think about it.  There was something about you, something significant, that you held back from them.  You didn’t disclose something about yourself that you should have.

The dust will settle.  Slowly.  It will probably take time.  You and your spouse will have some really, really big talks.  Possibly with a counselor or a therapist.  Is your marriage in trouble?  Maybe.  I don’t know.  You did lie about something for a pretty long time.  You may not think that wearing heels is the equivalent as to having an affair or something, but that trust is destroyed.  Hopefully you will have a chance to rebuild it.

Your partner will need to fully grasp what this side of you means.  Why are you who you are?  Why do you want to wear makeup?  Why is this so important to you?  Are you gay?  Do you want to transition?

I am not saying that they will accept or understand this side of you.  This revelation, to be honest, has damaged many relationships to the state of disrepair.  Not necessarily because of your choice in underwear, but the fact that you lied for so long.  Possibly about many things.

I know that this is uncomfortable to read.  I know I am voicing the fears many of us have who haven’t come out to our spouses.  I know many will read this and will resolve to continue to keep this part of them a secret because of this potential fallout.  No one wants to put their spouse through this.  No one wants to put themselves through this either.  I wish I could be more gentle, but I really am not doing anyone any favors by pulling punches or downplaying what could happen if and when you are “caught”.

Getting caught from anyone takes away controlling how you come out to someone.  I wanted to come out to my mom and I’m glad I did because it was a lot easier to do this when I sat down with her one day as opposed to the day I bumped into her at the mall.  Talking to her, as well as talking to anyone, allows you to slowly ease them into this revelation.  It shocked my mom, as it would shock anyone, but I can’t imagine what it would have been like for both of us if she found out that day in JC Penney.

I came out to my wife two years before we got married.  I came out to her because she  needed to know exactly who she was marrying.  It wasn’t necessarily the same as needing support, but it was more like putting all my cards on the table.

If you are already married, then coming out becomes a lot harder.  But I still believe it’s the right thing to do.  I believe in honesty with your partner and I know you do too.  I know that this is on a different level than almost anything else we can possibly imagine, but it’s still important to tell the truth.

Some of us come out to our spouses because of the same reason we come out to anyone.  We come out because we want and need the support.  Perhaps this part of us creates a lot of conflict, tension, and uncertainty in us.  Perhaps we aren’t sure what this means.  Maybe we know that all of this is more than just wanting to feel beautiful from time to time.

I hope everyone is in a relationship with the person they love and trust more than anyone else in their life.  I hope you all have someone who you can turn to for everything, whether it’s sharing a funny meme, fixing a leaky faucet, or a serious discussion about gender identity.

Coming out to your spouse, whether because you are caught or because you get to a point where you feel you must, is not easy.  In both of these situations there will be some very serious conversations and decisions.

Of course, there are always those who have accepted and embraced this part of them and want to come to their partner because they want to share this part of them.  On one hand it’s good that they are comfortable with who they are and they understand where they are in their (ugh) journey, but on the other hand it’s important that they are coming out for the right reasons and have realistic expectations.

Please do not assume your partner is going to be thrilled with this revelation.  They will (probably) not offer to hit the mall with you to expand your wardrobe or dress up with you and go out for dinner as girlfriends.  They aren’t going to look at this as a benefit because you have an expansive array of high quality makeup that they can borrow.

Yes, there are t-girls out there that have supportive and participating partners.  They join their spouses on shopping trips or help pick out clothes.  This will likely take time.  They still may be hurt, scared, and even upset at first.  Yes, it’s good you came out but it’s a side of you that should have been disclosed before your relationship got serious.

Regardless of how your partner learned about this side of you, your relationship has now significantly and irreversibly changed.  You can’t unring a bell, remember.  So, now what?

One scenario is the one every one of us hopes for.  The girlfriend scenario.  You and are spouse shop together, go out together, have girls nights in.  Your spouse is supportive and participates in your en femme activities.  Having supportive people in your life, particularly your wife, is a treasure and not something you should take for granted.

Another outcome is a spouse who is supportive, or is at least tolerant of this part of you.  They may set boundaries on what you do or where you go en femme.  They may request you don’t leave the house dressed up.  Or at least avoid certain parts of the city to reduce the risk of running into people you know.  They may request you do not post photos on line.  Sometimes I think partners in this scenario are the most patient and the most stressed.  They aren’t sure why we are who we are, but they know that this is an important part of us that we can’t deny or change.  They may prefer we don’t have this side, but they understand it’s not going away.

If you have boundaries or restrictions, please, please respect them.  You already put your partner through hell when you came out and there may still be lingering trust issues.  The last thing you should ever do to anyone is give them another reason to not trust you.  Lying about something you lied about before is a pattern.  Why should they believe you?

Coming out is the hardest thing some of us will ever do.  It’s not easy to explain to who we are.  It’s hard to put into words feelings and thoughts and experiences and desires that we have hidden from the world for our entire lives.  Telling someone, especially our partners reveals a side of us that we have protected for as long as we can remember.

Coming out is essentially opening your heart and hoping that it doesn’t get broken.  It leaves us at our most vulnerable.  We hope that our secret doesn’t drive someone away or get met with ridicule or worse.  We pray they keep our secret.  We want to still be loved.

Putting your heart on the line like that can strengthen a relationship.  When I came out to my wife she had long suspected there was… something about me that I kept from her.  She had no idea what and this was certainly the last thing she could have imagined.  But in the days and years after I told her and as my (ugh) journey progressed, we were honest about what was happening and what we were thinking and feeling in response to all this.  I was more open with her than I had ever been before.  Not only with this, but with everything.  I didn’t have any secrets anymore.  I had given her my heart in many ways, and this was no different.

Every relationship will deal with this in their own way. It wasn’t always easy for my wife.  This side of us never is easy for our partners.  Some relationships will find a way to make it work, some will enter into a ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ dynamic.  The secret is out, discussions were had, and there is an understanding between two people that this will not be discussed any further.  Usually in this type of, well, let’s call it an agreement, the dressing will continue and they may go out of the house, but their partner doesn’t want to know the details or about anything related to this side of them.  Call it a compromise or an uneasy truce or a comfortable arrangement.

It’s important to acknowledge and understand that every partner will react to this side of you differently.  If they cannot accept this part of you, it does not make them a bad person.  This side of us is not easy to understand and we need to accept responsibility and own up to the fact that we entered into a committed relationship without being completely honest with them.

Yes, I know.  You didn’t want to come out because you thought this would scare them away.  I get it.  But you probably should have done it anyway.  I have had crossdressers tell me that they didn’t tell their wives about this part of them until after they were married because it would be too hard to back out after they said ‘I Do’.

Quite frankly, that is a really shitty thing to do.

I understand it’s terrifying to come out to anyone.  Will we be mocked?  Ridiculed?  Will they share our secret with everyone in your life?  It’s a risk to come out.  Believe me, I understand.  Coming out to your spouse adds a whole new possibility that most people want to avoid: divorce.

Yes, marriages end because of this.  Not every spouse can handle this side of us.  That doesn’t make either of you bad people.  I don’t necessarily think it’s simply the crossdressing that ends a committed marriage.  It does sometimes, but how you come out and the fallout is also a factor.

Nor being honest or forthcoming or being deceptive can damage any relationship regardless of what you are lying about.  If a relationship isn’t sustained by trust, than what is it built on?

Coming out is scary, but it can also be empowering.  It is wonderful to accept and embrace this side of you but we must be careful to not let this newfound confidence blind us to how we relate to others in our lives.  If you come out to your wife and tell her that this is who you are and she can’t change you and that this is how it’s going to be, well, that’s kind of abrasive.  Relationships are two people working and communicating together.  Not being considerate to how your partner is reacting or feeling isn’t fair, to say the least.

There’s no right way to come out.  There are many wrong ways to come out.  I don’t know how you should come out to your partner.  I do know that you need to be honest and kind.  Remember that this will forever change the dynamic between the two of you.  They will never look at you the same way again.  You just peeled back a layer of you that was hidden and to them, you are a different person and they see you in a new light.

Coming out to them is not unlike sharing with them difficult news.  I am not saying wearing panties is the equivalent of finding out that your job is being transferred 900 miles away or that you are bankrupt, but rather knowing that sharing this is something that will impact your relationship in an irreversible way, regardless of what direction the two of you take.

I understand marriage is not easy.  I understand that each relationship is different.  What works with two people will not necessarily work with another couple.  It’s up to you to decide what you choose to do in your relationship.  Coming out should always be a choice and personally it’s a choice I encourage you to make before your relationship gets serious.

On Location!

Here’s a very tiny sneak peek from this weekend’s photo shoot with photographer extraordinaire Shannonlee. Instead of shooting in a studio we hit the streets of Minneapolis for some fun on location shots.


I can’t wait to share more details about this.  Stay tuned!

Love, Hannah

Viva Las Vegas – Femme Makeovers has arrived in Las Vegas!!

CaptureI wanted to pass along a little update about Corrie Dubay’s recent move from Minneapolis to Las Vegas.  Corrie left the Twin Cities to Las Vegas recently and is getting established in a new city.  Keep up with her by subscribing to her newsletter and if you have a chance, make an appointment with her.  It will change your life!

Love, Hannah



How have you been?

I wanted to give everyone a quick update on things. We made it to Vegas!! YAY!!! As with any move, we hit a few bumps along the way but overall, for such a big move – things went rather smooth. I’ve been busy unpacking, cleaning, unpacking and cleaning some more. I’m completely over it and plan on never moving again! Haha!! Even though moving stinks…I’m really excited to be here…and am LOVING the heat!!! I don’t think it’s been below 100 during the day since we’ve arrived. Eeek!!! 😀

Any-who – I’ve been getting a handful of questions asking what the current situation is for makeovers. Right now – I am booking on-site appointments in Las Vegas (I’ll come to you) for makeovers. I haven’t found a studio space yet so am not able to do much for dress-up sessions. I am working on finding a place and will keep everyone updated as things on that front happen.

Also – for all my clients back in Minneapolis. Exciting news!!! I have been hired to work the first show of the season for Minnesota Opera and I will be in town for a month starting September 18th (returning home to Vegas October 14th). Woohoo!!!! During this time I will have a fair amount of availability for makeup sessions if anyone is interested in booking. If so – please reach out now and let me know so we can discuss possible dates and times. I hope I get to see a few of you while I’m back!!!

Alright…I’ll keep it short today – I just wanted to give everyone a quick update. If you are traveling to the Las Vegas area or have friends coming out here and want to be glammed up – please send them my way! I’d love to see them. Well…it’s nice and warm today – 104-ish – and I think the pool is calling my name. 😀


With love from Las Vegas and your favorite makeup guru,


Questions or want to request a session? Call/text (612-860-6739) or email me at:

Be sure to check for more info.

Thanks for subscribing!

Guys and Dolls (and T-Girls)!


Last night was the monthly MN T-Girls outing and it was a very special night.  We attended a performance of the Guthrie Theater’s performance of ‘Guys and Dolls’ and it was quite simply one of the most fun nights our group has ever had.

The evening started off with dinner at Spoonriver which offered delicious food and excellent service to a table of t-girls and guests.  After dinner, it was time for the show!  None of the girls who attended the musical had ever seen it before so we didn’t know what to expect.  Every single one of us loved the performance which was full of music and singing and humor.  The actors (particularly Adelaide) were charming and talented and the music was so much fun.

It was a hectic, busy night and I’m afraid we didn’t get a chance to take photos but rest assured we looked *amazing*.

Thank you to the Guthrie for their help in setting up a group ticket package and for an incredibly fun night.

Love, Hannah

Unringing a Bell

Many of us were, or perhaps even still, in denial about who we are and about what we want to wear.  Once we stop denying that we want to wear makeup, or heels, or panties, or… a latex french maid outfit, we begin to accept that this is who we are.

Once we accept it, in some ways, we feel a little powerless.  We are no longer denying our wishes or desires.  We have let our heart decide something for us and we have given something up.  We have given up our resistance.

Feeling beautiful has won.

And what’s wrong with that?  I think it’s wonderful.  We have denied, resisted, and ignored a part of us that wanted to wear a beautiful dress for too long.   This feeling became too strong, too loud, too persistent for us to ignore.  We have accepted that this is who we are.

You may finally admit to yourself that you are a crossdresser, or perhaps you identify as transgender, or maybe you aren’t ready, or don’t want to use a word quite yet about what this side of you is.  Don’t be in any hurry to label yourself. It will probably change over time anyway.

Acceptance is one thing.  You have acknowledged that this part of you isn’t going away, you can’t resist it, and despite years of purging, you always find your way back to the lingerie department or shoe store.  This isn’t a phase, you are not going to outgrow it, you aren’t going to change.

And why should you?  Why should I?  I’m not going to change.

Beyond acceptance is embracing this side of you.  Many of us take a long time to love and celebrate this part of themselves, if they ever get there at all.  The difference between acceptance and embracing comes down to, in my opinion, joy.

Yes, you have accepted you like wearing panties, but embrace this about yourself.  Let yourself find happiness in choosing what you will wear each day.  Have fun with this side of you.  Be excited.  Be curious.  Let yourself add the prettiest pair to your lingerie drawer.

Move beyond the feelings that haunted you before.  You’ve looked longingly at that dress at the mall for too long, now it’s time to add it to your closet.  Allow yourself to find happiness in shopping for a beautiful wardrobe.

Embracing this part of us can take a long time, but it can also go very quickly.  This is a good reminder to be aware of the Pink Fog.  Embracing this part of us is wonderful and its truly the best gift you can give yourself, but it’s important to use caution.

It’s tempting to want to share this part of us with people in our lives.  We have gotten over the self-imposed (and hopefully the society-imposed) taboo about breaking out of gender norms and gender roles.  We have decided to be happy, to be ourselves, no matter what box is checked on our drivers license.  We have conquered something internally, something that we wrestled with for too long.  We have made steps (even baby ones) to challenge what the world thinks a boy should wear.

We have become queens.

Or princesses.

Or french maids.

We want to share our victory with the world, or at least with the people in our lives.  We are ready to say that we have denied this part of ourselves for too long, but we have decided to love ourselves, to stop fighting who we are, and to present as any gender as we wish.  We are, and we should be, proud of ourselves.

We are living our truths.

I was at a point where I also wanted to share this side of me with the people in my life.  I felt as I had broken through the societal illusions and restrictions and boundaries of what gender was and what we were taught it should be.  I felt… enlightened.  I no longer thought I should deny who I was and I realized how… silly gender norms were.  I was told all my life boys don’t wear skirts but no one really knew why that was.  I felt like a rebel in a way, pushing back against something arbitrary but also in a way, strictly enforced.

Yes, this is a little extreme but when we conquer something, especially when we overcome something in ourselves that held us back for some long, a victory can come of as a little…. grandiose.

If I didn’t think it was a big deal to wear a dress, why would anyone?

Of course, it’s not that simple.  Coming out to my family resulted in varying, if not disappointing, outcomes.  Some of that is on me and the way I came out, but there’s nothing I can do about that now except learn from it for if and when I come out to anyone else in my life.

It’s natural and normal for us as people to want to share our victories and moments of enlightenment with others in our lives.  We get a raise, we hit a hole-in-one, go on an amazing vacation… these are things we share on Facebook.

But those are not the same kind of victories as embracing the part of you that wants to wear whatever you want to wear.  This is a complicated and at the same time, a very simple thing to understand.  It’s complicated because people want to know why we are who we are, but there really isn’t a satisfying answer for anyone.  It’s simple because, well, it is what is.  We just want to wear makeup, or heels, or panties or a latex french maid outfit and that’s all there is to it.

Still, the feeling of wanting to break free and sharing this side of us persists.  It grows, it subsides, ebbs and flows.  Like a river, it can rage or slowly flow.  This feeling, along with getting lost in the fog can lead to coming out to others in our lives that…well, they don’t really need (or want) to know.

We have to think clearly and thoroughly about who we come out to, as well as why we want to.  Being honest with our significant others, partners, spouses, yes, that is a given.  But what about the others in our lives?  Do our siblings need to know?  Do your children?  Parents?  Friends?  Co-workers?  Mailman?

Did my mom and siblings need to know?  No.  No, they did not.  So, if they didn’t need to know, then why did I come out to them?  Simply put, I wanted to share this part of me, this literal other half of myself.  I was happy with who I was, I was proud that I found who I was.  I wanted them to know me as both of the genders I identified as.

I wanted to go out for coffee with my mom, to shop with my sisters.

Again, coming out to them was met with an outcome that wasn’t what I had hoped for, but I had to take a chance.

For those like myself who live in-between, it’s a little different than those who feel they want to live full-time, take hormones and/or transition.  I do not think that anyone else needs to know about Hannah.  If I come out to anyone else it’s because I want to.

So, do I want to?  Sometimes.  Not often.  Sometimes I feel like being honest with a few close friends, not necessarily because I want them to know Hannah (but there is that) but because they are lifelong friends and this is an important part of who I am.  I can’t really put my finger on it, but sometimes I feel that I should be honest with them.

There were times in the early days when I was lost in the fog and almost came out to others.  Looking back I am so glad I didn’t.  Coming out then would have been a mistake.  Like coming out to my family, I lacked the perspective that I have now.  I didn’t know myself then as I do now.  Once you come out, then it’s out there.  You can’t unring a bell, there are no second chances.  Believe me, I know.

Some of this seems contradictory to my core beliefs.  I believe that we are beautiful and whole and who we are should be embraced and celebrated.  We should not feel ashamed about what we wear or about our gender identity or how we present.  We should be honest with ourselves and with others.

However, I also believe that who we are cannot really be explained.  It’s not easy to understand why anyone is the way they are.  No one really asks someone why they like to golf or why they like wearing a certain color.  These are hobbies and preferences that make someone who they are.  But when you come out and say that you love wearing skirts or nightgowns then we are hit with an endless amount of questions.

Yes, I know wearing a dress is not the same thing as driving a little cart around a golf course, but I think you see my point.

Who we are is easily misunderstood.  Aside from being honest, there’s no right way to come out to someone.  If I had a second chance to come out to my family, I would certainly do it differently.  I would choose my words more carefully.  I would be more clear because it is important to control the narrative.  If you aren’t direct and honest, then it is easy for someone to misinterpret or misunderstand this part of you.  I know it’s not easy for us to understand why we are who we are, let alone someone else understanding it.

Coming out to someone is trusting them with something that could have a significant impact on your life.  Come out to a co-worker?  They could report you to Human Resources and as of this writing it is legal for you to be fired for being transgender in 26 states.

Who we are is beautiful but easily misunderstood.  We are feared and hated.  We need to be safe at all times and that has as much to do with being aware of our surroundings as well as being careful as to who we come out to.  I hope for a day when things gender identity and gender presentation are as boring and as commonplace as golf, but I don’t think that day is coming anytime soon.

Love, Hannah

Trans Lifeline


From their website:

Trans Lifeline is a national trans-led 501(c)(3) organization dedicated to improving the quality of trans lives by responding to the critical needs of our community with direct service, material support, advocacy, and education. Our vision is to fight the epidemic of trans suicide and improve overall life-outcomes of trans people by facilitating justice-oriented, collective community aid. 

Need to talk? Call! Our peer support hotline is run by and for trans people. We’re available 7am-1am PST / 9am-3am CST / 10am-4am EST. Volunteers may be available during off hours.

If you or someone you know needs to talk, please call.

Love, Hannah

Trans Self-Efficacy and Well-Being

I have been asked by a clinical psychology doctoral student at Adelphi University, a private university in New York, to invite members of our community to participate in a research project titled “Trans Self-Efficacy and Well-Being.”  The purpose of this study is to explore the relationship between trans well-being and self-efficacy (an individual’s belief in their ability to achieve goals). This project additionally explores political activism and psychotherapy experiences.

If you identify as trans, are at least 18 years old, and reside in the U.S. you are eligible to participate in this online survey.  The survey may take an hour to an hour and fifteen minutes to complete.

If you would like to help in this research, please visit the survey here.

Thank you!

Love, Hannah

Being Safe, Not Polite

Being very active and visible on social media can leave one open to comments, direct messages, and emails.  I post a lot of photos on my website and Flickr and I read every single comment.  I also get a lot of messages, most of which I reply to.  Many of the comments and messages are very nice and polite, but there are some that are very sexual and disturbing.  Men will contact me or comment with what they would like to do with (or to) me.  These desires can range from anything from wanting to buy me lingerie to sucking my toes (gross) to having sex with me (also gross).

These comments are unsolicited and are not responded to.

These comments are not flattering or affirming.

These comments do not make me feel beautiful or desired.

I ignore them, but they will often linger in my head for a while before I can push them out of my mind.  I do not invite or deserve these disturbing and sexual communications.

Right now some people might be rolling their eyes and thinking this is what I get for posting photos like these:

Cherry Dress 3


Yes, I know this photo is very much on the sultry side, but even if I was lying on a bed wearing nothing except a thong, overtly sexual messages and comments are not appropriate nor are they warranted.

It’s not okay to blame the victim of any harassment or point to what a girl was wearing and thinking that she “invited” these comments, or opened herself up to inappropriate messages.

Comments like these are not uncommon to women.  T-Girls often get messages (sexual and otherwise) from “chasers”, a term to describe men who fetishize and seek out transwomen specifically.

Yes, I know.  Not All Men.  Not all men send explicit messages or write or say sexual comments to women.  Let’s get that out of the way.  I don’t want a flood of emails telling me that not all guys are creeps.  I know that.  And yes, I know that some men think they are paying me a compliment but telling me that they fantasize about me or that I…ah, arouse them is not okay.  Telling me that I am beautiful is one thing.  Telling me what you want to do with, or to me, is not.

It’s easier to ignore creeps online.  Twitter makes it easy to block or mute people, for example.  In the real world it’s much harder and much scarier.  The first time a man approached me in public was about six years ago.  I had just gotten a makeover and was wearing a bright red dress and red patent heels.  Again, it doesn’t matter what I was wearing but I remember my outfit because I felt really good that night.  I looked good.  It was a long week and I was happy to be out on a Saturday night.  My dress was new, my makeup looked amazing.

I was meeting some friends at a bar and typical me, I was about an hour early.  I saw a man glance over at me a few times but would look away when I caught him.  I immediately felt uncomfortable.  I had hoped he wouldn’t come over.  When I saw him take his bottle of beer and finish it in one swallow, I knew he found a little liquid courage.

And sure enough, he slid off his bar stool and ambled over to me.  I was standing near the back of the bar and I felt a little trapped.  I had hoped he was just heading to the bathroom but he made a wobbly beeline over to me.

“You sure look pretty.”

I politely smiled and looked away.  I started to walk in the direction he had come.  He sidestepped in front of me.

“I sure would like to date you.”

I pressed my lips together and continued to not look at him, hoping he would pick up on my body language.

He offered to buy me a drink.  No, thank you, I said.

He asked my name and tried to engage me in small talk.

I remember feeling just… angry.

Why was I angry?  I’m sure in reading this it sounds like a guy just talking to a girl at a bar, what’s the harm in that?  But it wasn’t just a guy talking to a girl.  The second thing he said to me was wanting to date me.  He stepped in front of me when I tried to walk away.  It felt like he was trying to intimidate me.  It was working.

I was angry because I felt powerless.  I didn’t know what he would do.  He had already sidestepped in front of me once, and I was pretty sure he would do it again.  I didn’t know when he would leave.  He wasn’t picking up on my non-verbal communication or he was choosing to ignore it.

I was angry because I had a cute dress and a really good makeover and a long week and this… guy comes along and makes me feel powerless.  Scared.  Sexualized.  Trapped.  I wanted to be direct and tell him to leave me alone.  But I was scared to do that.  He looked stronger than me, he might have a weapon, he might have friends nearby.  I’ve heard it’s better to be safe than polite.  It’s true.

I gathered up the courage to interrupt him and told him I was married.  I remember thinking that this was a risk because I didn’t know what he would do.  Would he be angry?  Dismissive?  Would he (please) walk away?

He stopped talking, looked me up and down slowly, and hobbled back to his bar stool.

I shook for a while.  I felt… violated.  I felt stupid.  I wanted to go home.

Soon my friends showed up and I warned them about the guy.  He kept looking over in our direction.  I left when he had stepped into the restroom.  I didn’t want him to see me leave in case he followed me to the parking lot.

This entire experience was brand new to me.  I had just started to go out en femme a few months before this happened and was experiencing the world in a different pair of shoes, both figuratively and literally.  Getting approached by a man was another new experience.

It’s amazing I can recall as much as I can, years later.  The range of emotions from anger to fear to powerless was overwhelming.  As someone who spends a lot of their life presenting as male, I was not used to feeling these things.

It was horrible.  It was horrible feeling powerless when I normally feel invincible when I am en femme.  I was angry that this guy just wouldn’t leave me alone when all I wanted to do was dress up, look cute, and see my friends.

This was a new experience.  But it wouldn’t be the last.

The most recent experience was a few weeks ago when Minneapolis had its annual Pride festival and the MN T-Girls had a booth.  We were there to celebrate with members of the LGBTQ+ community and to promote our group.  It’s one of the most fun days of the year.

Pride is a wonderful event.  There’s so much… joy in the air.  It can be an overwhelming experience.  It can be an emotional one.  It’s not an unusual to talk to a parent who stops by the booth to talk about their child, their spouse, their sibling who just came out as transgender and for that conversation to end in a hug.  There’s a lot of hugging at Pride.

As the day was winding down, a guy approached our booth and seemed really nervous.  Perhaps he was simply hot from the summer sun.  I am not sure.  He asked for directions for a specific booth (which was located right next to ours) and I pointed him towards it.  He thanked me and then made his way around the table and put his arm around me and tried to pull me into a hug.

I froze.

It caught me off guard.  Yes, people hug at Pride but they ask for permission first.

I froze because I didn’t know what he was going to do.  Would he let me go?  Would he touch me with his other hand?  Would he try to kiss me?  I don’t know.

He broke off the hug and walked away.  I don’t even know if he stopped at the booth he said he said he was looking for.

I was shaken.  I felt violated.  Even recalling the moment now makes me sad.

But Hannah it was just a HUG you might be saying.  No.  It was unasked for physical contact.  I have every right to decide who I have an sort of physical contact with, whether it is a handshake, a hug, or anything else.  Regardless of this person’s intentions, as innocent as they might have been, it doesn’t erase the fact that after a few moment of small talk he walked around to my side of the table and put his arm around me.

I was on edge the rest of the day.  I kept an eye out for him, but I was wary of almost everyone who approached the booth that day.  I hated that this happened.  I hated that this guy changed the day for me.  I hated how I was happy and celebrating Pride one moment and then it changed to me looking over my shoulder and being on guard the rest of the day.

When I present as male, which I do most of the day and have done so for most of my life, I have never really felt unsafe in public.  I don’t get sent photos of someone’s genitals.  As Hannah, it’s a different story.  Sadly these experiences are no different that what almost every woman experiences in their lives, too.

It has taken about four days to write this post.  It’s not easy to put these experiences and thoughts into words, and I am also hesitant to post this.  I’m a little afraid, to be honest.  One thought that crosses my mind is that guy from Pride looking for me again.  Does he read my blog and did he know I would be at Pride?  Will he come to the next public event I attend?  Is he dangerous?

I don’t broadcast my plans in advance with the exception of Pride and I am always with my friends at the booth, so I am not alone there.  Does this make me nervous about going out?  Yes.  Although it’s not likely I will ever see this specific guy again, I wonder about the next one.  Could the next creep be behind me at Starbucks?  Could the next guy who “sure wants to date me” be following me to my car?

I don’t know.

I am used to being careful where I go.  When I go out, I am constantly looking at my surroundings.  Do I see anyone I know? Is there anyone looking at me? Being on guard is second nature at this point, but it will feel different now.  I am even afraid of the virtual backlash I could receive in writing something like this. The internet is a place where we can be as anonymous as we would like, and I won’t be surprised if I get emails or messages from people calling me a bitch or threatening me.

I am not sure I know the reason I am writing this but all of this has been clearly bothering me for a long time.  I think the tipping point was the other day when I was at work and got another explicit message from someone who follows me online.  This was not a message that was more sexual than others that I have received in the past, but this message just… triggered something in me.  It pushed me over the line between putting up with it and shaking it off to getting pissed about it.

Recalling these moments has exhausted me and I think I am done writing this post.  I wish I could end with something more uplifting but to all the girls and t-girls out there, please be safe.

Love, Hannah