I’ll cut to the chase: my husband identifies as CD/TG. I don’t have a problem with the identity issues. He primarily identifies as CD because he doesn’t want to transition at this time, but even if he did, I’d be okay with it. Which is why it’s kind of funny that I’m posting here. . .
. . .lately, the whole thing has come to the forefront. As a result, much of his free time is spent looking at things like breastforms and clothes. Our topics of conversation seem to revolve around makeup, and clothes, and other womanly stuff.
Here’s the problem: this stuff bores me to tears. I’ve never been a girly girl; I think I was eighteen before my wardrobe consisted of anything beyond “jeans and a T-shirt.” I hardly ever wear makeup. I have almost no fashion sense.
I feel really, really bad about this–but, at the same time, I’m also kind of annoyed. At one point, he mentioned that he hoped I could help him out with clothes shopping, and picking out outfits. I’m not a shopper; the only way I’d regularly enjoy shopping would be if it came with a license to kill and a big honkin’ machete. Additionally, my personal style is very specific, and very personal; it’s hard for me to render an opinion on something that I don’t think I’d wear–which, incidentally, is about ninety percent of what he’s looking at.
I hate to admit this, but it’s driving me crazy. And yet, it’s not the gender identity that’s the issue; it’s the same kind of annoyance I get when he decides to wax rhapsodic about his Commodore 128. The annoyance of, “look, I love you, but could we please talk about something I’m interested in/know something about?” I just plain don’t want to talk about most of this girly shit. I glaze over when my non-spouse friends talk about it–except, I don’t live with them. Additionally, I just plain don’t “get” some things; for instance, while I know girls’ underoos are new to him, I’ve been wearing them my entire life. Shopping for them is no big deal; it takes me about three seconds. Same with bras, shaving my legs, wearing pantyhose (though, dammit, he doesn’t kill pairs like I do), and all the other myriad things that I see as a nuisance and he sees as just plain new.
The problem is, I’m afraid that even if I express my feelings as precisely as I can, it’s still going to be perceived as an attack on his gender identity. Taking this steps is making him very happy, and I want to be involved in this part of his life. I want to help him with the parts I can help him with (for instance, jewelry and fragrances), and I want to be there for him while he explores and grows as a person and as a woman. But I’m really, really, really getting sick of hearing about girly shit. It’s just not a common interest. It’s like he’s talking about football or something. All the time. Blah.
Is there any way that I can approach this without coming off as a narrow-minded brat? Also, if anyone has some links to some good support sites, I’d appreciate that, too; I know that, while the SDMB is diverse, it’s not specifically geared towards giving this kind of advice. Thanks!