A Past Outreach

Yesterday, December 2, 2008, I did outreach for two Human Sexuality classes at Southern Connecticut State University. I did not go shopping as planned because I did not feel up to dealing with the Christmas shopping crowds that seemed to be out in full force yesterday.

As usual, I was the token crossdresser in the group doing outreach. The others were pre-op, post-op, and no-op male-to-female and female-to-male transsexuals and a spouse. In the first class, there were six in the group. In the second class, there were seven. In the past, about four was the max. As a result, the biography portion of the class was longer and ate into the Q&A portion of the class. I enjoy the Q&A more than the bio portion of the class because I have heard all the bios before and although I’ve also heard many of the questions before, there are usually one or two new questions that make things interesting.

Anna Schildroth, the professor of the class scored big points with me. When I saw her for the first time yesterday, she asked, “Did you lose weight?”

I admitted that I lost eight pounds and I was happy she noticed. Then she added, “Well, it looks like you lost more than eight pounds!”

She made my day, but later she made my day again.

Before the second class, she came over to me and remarked that my legs were attracting a lot of attention. I asked her what she meant and she said that she was following me as I walked to the classroom and that she noticed a lot of people turning to notice my long legs. When she said that I blushed. (The accompanying photo reveals the revealing length of the hem of my dress yesterda.)

Speaking of long legs, I noticed a tall attractive female student file into the first class and pegged her as being six feet tall. I don’t recall her asking any questions during the Q&A portion of the class, but after the class was over, she asked, “Stana, how tall are you without heels?”

“Six two,” I replied.

“Me, too,” she said.

She was wearing flats, so I asked her if she wore heels. She said she does, but not currently because she just had knee surgery.

I was happy that here was a very tall girl, who was proud of her height and not afraid to wear heels. Good for her!

The questions asked of me were basically the same questions I have been asked at past outreaches with a few variations.

There was an amusing exchange with one student, who could not understand how I dressed in boy mode without people wondering about the telltale signs that indicated that I also dressed in girl mode. I did not understand what she was getting at, so she was more specific and said she was referring to the fact that since I get my nails done, don’t people wonder what’s with that. We all had a good laugh when I revealed that I use stick-on nails that come on and off in five minutes.

Another student asked me if I ever tried to stop crossdressing and I said that in the past, I was very guilty about crossdressing and tried to stop. I guess my Catholic upbringing had something to do with my guilt and I recalled the numerous times I planned to go to confession, confess my “sin,” and stop dressing. (I never had the nerve to make that confession.) I also mentioned how I had purged one time, but again took up crossdressing sooner or later.

Then I explained how as I grew older and a little wiser, I stopped feeling guilty when I realized that crossdressing was part of who I am and that I was going to be true to myself.

That was the last question of the day and I can’t think of a more appropriate way to end it.

Mahmoud Hemeida and Samy El Adl femulating in the 1994 Egyptian film Strawberry War.