After my last college exam, I went for drinks with two of my friends. We discussed how much we were going to miss each other over the Summer months (as is standard at end of year drinks) and we tried to make a pact to meet up every two weeks.
As I’m sure you know and I’m sure you’ve been thinking, these kind of pacts very rarely work, but does this mean that you shouldn’t make them? We acknowledged that it would be tough, but we each expressed a desire to meet up and held our glasses up to toast a Summer of actually seeing one another.
That is how, a week later, I ended up going on a night out with my two friends, something that I was happy to do.
I’m in a nightclub doing my thing. Loud music. Dancing. A packed floor. Jumping in time to the music. Staring straight ahead or laughing with my friends. Taking sips from a long straw or a wine glass. Tossing my hair. Swaying my hips. Occasionally catching people’s eyes and smiling. Enjoying myself immensely.
A stranger will approach. Say something into my ear. I have really bad hearing so I’ll just nod as I try to figure out what they’re after. An arm around my waist. Their breath on my face. I lean in and kiss them.
Or at least I feel like a hypocrite.
As I’ve previously mentioned, the fact that I present as quite feminine, but identify as male is a source of confusion for a lot of people. And even though I constantly say that I think it’s important that I be allowed to identify how I want to, regardless of how I look, I don’t always put that principle into action in my life.
I’ve started wearing dresses and they look very good on me. It all began when I fell in love with a dress while shopping with two of my friends and when I put in on, all three of us gasped. My friend lent me the money to buy it and I paid her back the following week.
In October of 2016, I began getting injected with the implant “Zoladex,” which suppresses the production of sex hormones. People receive it for many conditions but I was prescribed it because I was beginning a male to female gender transition.
The implant is injected using a massive painful needle that’s put into your lower abdomen. Once a month, I’d go to the doctor so she could inject me with this needle. For four months, my testosterone was suppressed and I wasn’t receiving any oestrogen, meaning that I was without any sex hormones. This is standard practice for someone undergoing a gender transition, but it brings a lot of side effects.
Hello, my name is David Beattie. I’m currently transitioning from male to female. I still identify as male and I’m still using my birth name. That’s all you need to know about me and my transition. When things change I’ll let everyone know.
In case you haven’t heard, transgender people have been in the media more and more lately, and I am a transgender person. My work includes writing, making videos and doing media appearances to talk about myself.
Gareth is a handsome, bearded 20-year-old, studying and working. He drinks, he smokes, he has a group of guy friends around him and he meets girls on nights out. He’s also been a crossdresser since he was 10 years old.
He doesn’t see this as a big deal, but nevertheless he keeps it private. His name has been changed for the sake of this article which is what we both decided was for the best. Crossdressing is a very misunderstood form of expression, meaning that you won’t find many people who have the strength to be open about it.
I first met David when we started college. We were opposites. He was tall and blonde, and I was small and brunette. Since then he has just gone from strength to strength, probably due to the addition of me in his life. Writing his first book at eighteen, last week having his television debut and creating this successful podcast series. So I think it’s high time we get to know a little bit more about our host.