Exploring My Relationship with the Term "Crossdresser" The term crossdresser is one that I have a deeply ambivalent relationship with. At times, it rolls off my back without much thought, but at other moments, I find myself feeling irritated, frustrated, and even offended by it. The discomfort it brings me isn't just about semantics or political correctness; it strikes at the core of how I see myself, my identity, and how I wish the world understood me. For some, the term might feel neutral, or even affirming. It could offer a kind of identity label that helps others describe a part of themselves, especially within a society that loves categories and labels. But for me, it feels much more complicated than that. I don’t crossdress - I simply dress as myself . I wear clothes that reflect how I feel inside, and for some reason, this basic act of self-expression is considered "crossing" some invisible line. But why? And whose line am I crossing, anyway? This inner