Last night, I did two loads of laundry. What shouldn't surprise me anymore is that most of the clothing I was laundering was that of the female gender. Yet, it does at times, as I find myself doing more and more things in my female presentation.
With the above being said, I was surprised not about the contents of my laundry basket. Instead, it was the surprise that I found another two loads more to do, and may have a third in a short while. Given my age, I am fortunate that I can make it up and down the staircase to the laundry room three times (or more) when laundering my clothes.
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Unlike many cisgender males, this transgender woman prefers to do my own chores, albeit in a simplified masculine way. This means that I look for garments that are able to be washed in warm water, even though they may be dried on a hanger or rack. Yes, I have my delicates. But they are few, and washed more carefully than my other garments. I am the same way about dishes in the sink. I wait until I have enough to spend a few minutes with my hands in hot and soapy water. I am not in a rush to use my dishwasher, but when I do, everything is in its place.
In short, this transgender gal is a result of her masculine upbringing. The little tasks that cisgender women are trained to do from girlhood are not tasks which I am good at. Instead, I do "just enough" to keep things from falling apart. In that way, I am very much like my father. I could have done worse than to have had him for a role model.
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Many women of my age say that a good number of men that they meet are looking for "a nurse and a purse." One noted that a man she met was looking for another wife in the "June Cleaver" mold - someone you screw on the bed to get the housework done. Luckily, I am not that kind of person. All I ask for is a little bit of encouragement for me to get my needed things done, and I will do the same for her. Thankfully, I have that in RQS.
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