Allison M.

A crossdresser's thoughts on life, fashion, fabulousness, and (oh yeah) dressing up

With my left hand…

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Just a quick post to let the world know about a little secret.  No, not that!

(Image source: Yahoo!)

Yes, it’s true!  I am among the ten or eleven percent of the population who is left-handed.  I use my left hand to write, eat, shave, use the toothbrush, whatever.  Yes, I even use my left hand to apply makeup, which is why my eye shadow application always seems to look better on my left eye than it does on my right eye.

I really don’t recall how I began my tendency to use my left hand for anything and everything; perhaps my birth father was left-handed (maybe I’ll have to confirm that with Mom).  What I do tend to recall is that I was the only left-handed kid in my class at school, at least in my early years.  What also made me unique was that I was also the only kid in my Kindergarten class who wanted white milk (and not chocolate) during our afternoon milk break.  That’s another story for another time, perhaps.

We left-handers have never gotten a lot of respect, or so it seems.  An old post by The Finicky Cynic (another left-hander, for the record) notes that some whole families and even cultures have forbidden left-handed tendencies, with pain of punishment if one were to lapse back to using that “deviant” hand. (Yikes!)  And I know this from, if you will pardon the term, first-hand experience.  No, not from family (where nobody forbade me from using my left hand) but from… well, let’s just say a brief experience in an environment where they *ahem* enforced spit-and-shined uniformity (something I’ll perhaps go into detail on at a later time if I’m up to it).

But, you know, we left-handers are pretty special.  And though we may be 11% of the populace, we’re still pretty good.  I mean, 5 of the last 7 United States presidents were left-handed, including the current officeholder. (Kindly keep your political comments for some other blog, okay?)  Left-handers are pretty talented and artistic, too.  Paul McCartney?  Sarah Jessica Parker?  Lady Gaga?  They’re all left-handed, and the last time I checked, all of them turned out okay.

Of course, a sports nut like me would want to highlight all the left-handers in the sports world.  Yes, there are lots of lefty athletes, but for brevity’s sake, I’ll limit it to just two words:

(Image source: SportsPlacement.com)

Sandy Koufax!  One of the greatest pitchers in baseball history, with the career numbers and Hall of Fame plaque to back it up.

So, with today (August 13) being Left Handers’ Day, please take the time to marvel over and appreciate all the talented left-handers around you.  Yes, we’re generally few in numbers, but we’re awesome workers, artists, athletes, and, yes, crossdressers.

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Author: Allison M.

A part of the trans community ("cross-dresser" is the term that applies to me) who finds themselves much more expressive and somewhat more confident when presenting in a feminine persona. An admirer and supporter of those who are fashionable, fabulous, and friendly (LGBT or otherwise). Someone who tries to be witty and unique, but is not even remotely perverted or a pariah (I am a real human being, just like you). Using various writing styles on this blog to communicate thoughts and feelings concerning my life experiences, fashion sense, and the world at large (and maybe impressing my high school creative writing teacher who deservedly gave me middling grades).

One thought on “With my left hand…

  1. Right on! Thanks for the shout-out. Happy Left-Handers Day to you, too, Allison!

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