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A Goth Thing Part 2:
I felt slightly more at ease now Dark Rose told me that the old lady who
I thought had worked out that I was a man in drag had in fact thought I
was a lesbian. Nonetheless it had been somewhat odd to have Dark Rose
to take the dominant male role in the kiss we had just exchanged and I
was starting to feel that I was becoming someone else.
I loved the feel of my lipstick on her's, of her tongue in my mouth.
And I wasn't freaking out about it like I thought I would.
What was I becoming? Transgendered? Transexual?
I had no idea.
All I knew right now was standing outside my house was a previously
cisgender man, dressed for all intents and purposes like a woman, a
cissy. And I was starting to think of myself as a woman and of the
clothes I was now wearing as my own clothes. I was wearing my panties
and bra, my slip, my pantyhose, my boots, my wedding dress, my veil and
my makeup.
How had it got here?
It had started with makeup. Hadn't it? I mean now I had been doing my
own makeup for some time and Dark Rose had only added false eyelashes to
it today. Well, the mascara and eye shadow too, but I really should
have been wearing mascara and eyeshadow for some time now. Most male
goths wore it, didn't they?
We had started walking towards the crematorium and I was conscious of
the unmistakably feminine clacking of our heels against the pavement.
I was burying Gary today, I thought, so it was appropriate that my
underwear dress and veil were all black lace. Gary had been part of my
identity for so long now but Gary was dead.
But at the same time, I, the dead Gary, was also marrying my new
identity, Mistress, so I was dressed as a Goth bride. My veil was both
a bridal veil and a funeral veil.
We had almost reached the crematorium. I stopped.
Who am I? I asked myself.
"What are you thinking?" Dark Rose asked, like she was reading my
thoughts.
"Well, er, I am asking myself who I am?" I said.
Dark Rose looked at me.
"That is really a big question, Mistress. I mean the male sex is facing
a crisis of masculinity. Every man is asking himself that question.
Who am I? What does it mean to be male? Am I cisgendered or cissy? Am
I genderqueer or trans? Am I binary? It is the question of the age.
Who do men go to, to ask the question to? Other men? Perhaps. The
LGBT Community? Perhaps. Or women? Well you are asking your woman.
That says something about you. You know a man cannot give you the
answers you are looking for. You know, deep down, that you were never
secure in the identity you were assigned at birth. Well let me tell you
what I see. I see a pretty Goth Bride in front of me."
Dark Rose was dark alright. But there was a beauty in what she was
saying, a Rose, my Dark Rose.
I knew she did not need me to say it but I knew there was more so I said
"Go on."
"Gary was the man in my life and I was his woman. You cannot replace
the man of my life, after all because you are not a man anymore are you.
The letters have been changed around."
"What? Nam? What is a Nam?"
"No, M-N-A. Try looking it up. It's gaelic for a woman and no-one
looking at you would think you were anything else. So if you cannot
replace the man in my life you must be something else to me. You are
my Mistress. You are Mistress. You are feeling it now, aren't you?
You are becoming a Trans woman, Mistress, or at least a transvestite.
Me? I have always been bisexual. And I am always the dominant woman in
any lesbian relationship although I may want to resurrect Gary
occasionally."
As Dark Rose finished speaking I hugged her.
I had been worried that if I wanted to remain as Mistress we would break
up and that Dark Rose might have issues with sleeping with me as a Trans
woman or tranvestite. I felt that a Dark Rose was really my soulmate
and I knew then that she knew me better than I knew myself.
Dark Rose lifted my veil again, put my head back, bent over me and
kissed me.
Again Dark Rose had taken the dominant role in the kiss. When a man
died he always left women behind I thought. And Gary had done this,
Gary had died. Gary belonged in the past.
This dress I was wearing was about life and living and how it was
Mistress who was alive now. Femininity and what degree of it I was to
embrace was the future. Although Dark Rose and Mistress had lost Gary,
we had each other, as we held each other's hands and walked into the
chapel.
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