Well my happiness and gender quotients have taken opposite paths and spread about as far as they can. Whats my quotients, well being who I am I rate everything on a scale of one to ten, with 0 or 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. With gender, if I hit a 10 then I transition, or at least if I stay there for like a week or more then move into transition. I was there over the summer but brought it down with my own persuasive thinking on where I want to be (or where my wife wants me to be). So for the last 2 months I have been off of hormones, I believe they are just about out of my system completely. Well my body doesn't seem to agree with that at all. As along with the gender issue, I deal with depression, yes its related to gender. I take medications for that (highly recommend to anyone who doesn't) and they keep my emotions from tanking totally. Anyway hormones for me provide me with a positive mood, a buffer for my aggression when my testosterone is at a normal range, and positive body image with the feeling of being who I should be.
I went off hormones over the summer since I decided I wasn't going to transition and yes my wife basically saying if I couldn't satisfy her and be a husband then we needed to look at our options for separation, as she needs a husband who will be with her in her old age to grow old with. I did try several times to go off in the past as I have been on hormones for 3+ yrs and it was always hard to quit. Don't get me wrong they have their ups and downs. The negatives, well body changes, while being a male (I wore compression t-shirts for awhile), widen bottom, and overall female appearance. When I was on them my body took to them like I could not believe. It was all positive for the woman in me, but bad for the male representing. Over all I was happy, all the time.
Well now I am off and have been off and feel like shit, but hey my wife is happy I am off and she feels sorry that I feel so bad. Great. In my mix is also 3 kids, marriage for 15 yrs, and my job. So yes its not that easy to decide to jump back on. Some may say do the "low dose" well being as sensitive to them as I am, even a low dose kicks in all of the changes, and puts me in a pseudo menopause, with an occasional hot flash. Yes I feel as if my body has found its missing element, almost like a diabetic with insulin. If I go back on I am sure I won't say anything then my mood goes up, and then I get see, you don't need them. With that though is the no sex thing, which doesn't work, and within about three weeks the visible changes start to kick back in.
Well concluding, I am sure this bounces around and is a bit sporadic in the thought and organization, but anyway this is all my dilemma, questions/comments are welcome. Not sure if it will help as this has to be my decision in the end, and I don't think there is any type of compromise not that I know. Gender issues aren't they a bitch!
B
December 06, 2009
December 05, 2009
The essay 'I am a transsexual'
As I read through the paper from Harry Benjamin I find different essays buried inside. I will pull them out and put them here. One of the interesting ideas I find is that so very little has changed, and that this information is out there is recorded and yet we still struggle against society and the medical community. Our plight is improving and maybe in another 100 yrs our will not suffer the way we have. I can only hope. Any way here is an essay title 'I am a transsexual' author unknown.
Each day I live a lie. Mine is a life of deceit, for I am forced to wear a mask, to be an actor on a stage not of my own choice. I cannot do . . . cannot act as I would like or as I feel.
Yet, I am not evil. I am not criminal.
I desire, in fact, to be good in the highest sense. I long to give, to help, to protect, to learn, to create, perhaps above all, to love. . . and to be loved.
I look about me and see all that I cannot be and cannot do. My heart cries with a pain like no other, for my deepest desires - to me, my most natural wishes - cannot be fulfilled. I am forced to be and act that which I am not.
I see other women. I see them with children and am reminded that I cannot bear children, cannot give them life. Children are to have and hold, to cherish and caress, to nourish and nurture. Without them, I shall always be incomplete. To be a mother, nurse, or teacher, to be close with children - all this is denied me.
Oh, to be and to live as other women do! To do the things they do, to go to the places they go - these are vital to me. I wish to dress as they do - to wear the clothes, the jewelry, the cosmetics, all the things they wear - these are symbols of their femininity, their womanhood, their very essence.
Would that I were as other women are! Yet I am not a woman either in body or in the life they lead. I am a woman in my soul, in my fantasy. In the deep recesses of my being, I am like them. Inside me, I am one of them. How can I be more in their likeness?
That is what I want, yearn for, seek more than anything. Now I live only incompletely. I am in a prison - the prison of my body, the prison of a society which does not understand.
Until I can become more like other women - if I ever can - I must live a lie, day after day. Physically I am a man; mentally and emotionally I am a woman.
I am a transsexual.
thanks again for reading.
Each day I live a lie. Mine is a life of deceit, for I am forced to wear a mask, to be an actor on a stage not of my own choice. I cannot do . . . cannot act as I would like or as I feel.
Yet, I am not evil. I am not criminal.
I desire, in fact, to be good in the highest sense. I long to give, to help, to protect, to learn, to create, perhaps above all, to love. . . and to be loved.
I look about me and see all that I cannot be and cannot do. My heart cries with a pain like no other, for my deepest desires - to me, my most natural wishes - cannot be fulfilled. I am forced to be and act that which I am not.
I see other women. I see them with children and am reminded that I cannot bear children, cannot give them life. Children are to have and hold, to cherish and caress, to nourish and nurture. Without them, I shall always be incomplete. To be a mother, nurse, or teacher, to be close with children - all this is denied me.
Oh, to be and to live as other women do! To do the things they do, to go to the places they go - these are vital to me. I wish to dress as they do - to wear the clothes, the jewelry, the cosmetics, all the things they wear - these are symbols of their femininity, their womanhood, their very essence.
Would that I were as other women are! Yet I am not a woman either in body or in the life they lead. I am a woman in my soul, in my fantasy. In the deep recesses of my being, I am like them. Inside me, I am one of them. How can I be more in their likeness?
That is what I want, yearn for, seek more than anything. Now I live only incompletely. I am in a prison - the prison of my body, the prison of a society which does not understand.
Until I can become more like other women - if I ever can - I must live a lie, day after day. Physically I am a man; mentally and emotionally I am a woman.
I am a transsexual.
thanks again for reading.
December 04, 2009
the UNFREE, a reprint from 1965, taken from Harry Benjamin's The transsexual Phenomenon
I found this while surfing transsexual education site, thought it was worth a revisit, and I also found it to have some merit and find that nothing changes with time. Certainly make you stop and think. If you have not read Benjamin's The Transsexual Phenomenon, I would highly recommend it. In fact if you are reading my blog it should almost be a necessity as history and education are very important in everyone's life. There are many theories and ideas presented in the transsexual phenomenon and everyone should read them very carefully. Anyway this story below was taken from that manuscript.
THE U N F R E E
by William J. O'Connell
This writing is about Freedom. It is about how freedom was denied to one person and thus potentially to all, not in Russia or Germany but in the United States dedicated to its defense. It is about me, because I am involved. It is about how I was engaged in the pursuit of happiness. How I chose a certain goal, being sure that my reaching it could not harm anyone else in the pursuit of his happiness. And how I was frustrated in the pursuit of my happiness by men who were bigoted and self-righteous, constituting themselves into a sort of modern lynch mob, the more dangerous for being subtle. I do not ask you, reader, to be concerned about my frustration. Be concerned, though, for freedom, mine and yours.
The happiness I chose to pursue - had to pursue, more precisely - was simply and shockingly, an operation to change my ostensible sex; for I am a person, physically male, whose mind and heart are feminine. If you, the reader, now turn away, muttering: "Oh, one of them! You ought to be frustrated!" - then you are kindred to the lynch mob, kindred to those who judge black men and Jewish men and freckled men because they are different.
The leopard cannot change his spots, and I cannot alter, if I would, the basic femininity of my psyche. If there is indeed an eternal soul, then I suppose mine to be in gender feminine. At all events, what is certain is that from babyhood I have known - call it intuition, call it recognition - known beyond all doubt that I belonged among the women, and have longed to take my place there. Englishmen born and raised in India go home to England. So with me, always: to become a woman would be to come home. A dull home, perhaps, that of a thirty-four-year- old spinster, but still and always home. This would be my happiness: to wake tomorrow and find myself just such a woman. It is, you may think (especially if you are yourself such a woman), a curious sort of happiness to pursue. True; but plain water is more than champagne to one in desert lands.
The pain in my life is not merely that caused by prejudice and misunderstanding. Far more, it is the pain of conflict, the profound dichotomy of mind and body. I have perforce "lived a lie" as man and boy, always painful, always false. Yet to dress as a woman, not being one, is equally false, as well as dangerous. What, then, to do? A problem implies a solution: the solution to mine is to alter one of the elements, mind or body, to conform to the other. Putting aside the possibility of an unchangeable feminine soul, I still must say that my mind and heart - my
psyche - have been shaped by a thousand million longings and choices and feminine values; I could not acquire a masculine psyche without ceasing to be myself. Any psychiatrist would admit, a "cure" is hopeless.
But, if mind-conforming is not the solution, there remains the alternative: changing the body to fit the mind. This, within limits, is possible; and to a people that accept false teeth and spectacles, plastic surgery and artificial limbs, it ought not to appear unreasonable. A man may be made endocrinally female by the female hormones, which control the secondary sexual characteristics of hair and breasts; and anatomically female by the removal of male organs and the surgical creation of a vagina. She cannot bear children; but, surely, if she is female in anatomy and hormones and psyche, she is woman. This limited womanhood became my goal, this was the happiness I pursued.
My decision was made in the clear perception that my life was quite intolerable in its falseness. After some hard, realistic thinking, I went to a sexologist, a man wise in the ways of glands and their secretions. He received me with kindness and understanding, and sent me to a psychiatrist who confirmed his judgment that I was of sound mind and quite competent to decide where my happiness lay. Then he carefully began the process of feminization by the administration of estrogen and other female hormones. Months went by while my breasts began to develop and other changes took place and while my doctor studied me and tested and observed. Then at last - a glorious day - he approved me for surgery.
The surgeon, skilled and courteous, was not to be rushed; it was necessary that he be certain in his own conscience that what he was doing was best for me. I could not doubt that this great gentleman, like the sexologist, truly intended, in the words of Hippocrates, to govern his treatment by the needs of the sufferer. To make assurance doubly sure, he sent me to another psychiatrist who, in turn, convened a panel of his brethren.
After many hours of discussion and questioning and study, these three psychiatrists unanimously recommended the operation, adding that they were powerless to alter my feminine psyche and that the surgeon would be doing me a great service by operating. Even then the surgeon was not wholly convinced and there were further discussions with him before he at length consented. "Now," I thought, "now at last, the long waiting and the long anxiety are done. Now my life will take on harmony and meaning. Now my great adventure . . ."
But I reckoned without bigotry and prejudice and timidity.
After a fortnight's wait for a bed, I went to the hospital that had agreed to the operation being done provided, I was told, their psychiatrists approved. One of them turned up the first day and, after conversations and tests, endorsed the views of his colleagues. This made a total of five psychiatrists unanimously in favor of the operation. The staff surgeon, who would collaborate in doing it, also came round, friendly and sympathetic. But then there was a delay. A staff psychiatrist was supposed to come by, but, it seemed, he was unwilling to do so.
Day after day I lay there, existing on the meatless diet, having to go outside to smoke - rigors imposed not by my religious beliefs but by the hospital's. Finally a member of the all-important Tissue Committee appeared: the Committee, because of protest from the "religious elements" of the hospital, were to review my case. But my visitor, although he was perhaps to present my side of the matter to his colleagues, seemed much more interested in talking than in listening; I think his mind was made up, and I think that neither justice nor "the needs of the sufferer" found any room there.
The Tissue Committee refused to permit the operation. They did not ask me to present my case; indeed, it was quite obvious (as I was told by one of the doctors) that they did not consider me at all but only considered placating the "religious elements." Thus the careful, conscientious studies of sexologist, surgeon, and a battery of psychiatrists went for nothing. The hospital had sacrificed their honor (since I had been admitted under an implicit agreement) and their mission (to help those in need) for the sake of a bigoted few. For all that, they did not hesitate to charge me two hundred of the dollars I had so laboriously saved for the operation - two hundred dollars for discomfort and profound disrespect. No other hospital, now, would accept me after this one had turned me out; in any case, my short vacation was gone for another year. There was nothing to do but accept defeat and go home to Seattle. Later I wrote twice to the Committee, protesting, offering religious reasons for the operation. There was no reply at all - perhaps they had carried out an ecclesiastical excommunication with bell, book, and candle. More probably, the individual soul was not important to these "Christian gentlemen."
Where does the blame lie for this fiasco? I had sought my own happiness, a happiness that could harm no other living person; and I had been stopped by the bigoted and the self-righteous; my freedom had been denied. Not
very much can be said in extenuation of the particular hospital involved, for they had admitted me and charged me under an agreement which they dishonored; and the gentry who voted not to allow the operation were manifestly false to their oath to be governed in their treatment "by the needs of the sufferer" - they were governed by bigotry and timidity and my needs were not considered. But other hospitals, though less dishonorable, are as timid. What lies behind their unwillingness to permit an operation that, in the considered judgment of nearly a dozen doctors, is necessary? There are, it seems to me, three elements of their timidity: legality, religion, and disrespect for freedom.
The law is not lucid in matters of this sort. The common law and certain ancient statutes forbid mayhem. Mayhem is depriving someone of limbs necessary for self-defense - a sword arm or a trigger finger. It is somewhat difficult to regard sexual organs as being useful in self-defense. Moreover, such laws had in view, of course, maiming by force, without consent. In short, the law of mayhem is not automatically applicable, if at all, to the removal of sexual organs with the patient's consent. Especially since the courts themselves castrate certain criminals. Nevertheless, a prejudiced district attorney might drag out this law and attempt to apply it to a hospital which was a party to the operation. Whether there could be a conviction and, particularly, whether any higher court would sustain such conviction, is perhaps doubtful. The surgeons were willing to risk it, if their consciences approved. It is difficult to believe that the hospital refused me because of this law.
Religion, not necessarily genuine religion, is the force behind the hospital attitude; indeed, it would be the force behind the public opinion that might persuade a district attorney to invoke the law of mayhem. Public opinion is undoubtedly hostile to this operation, as witness the covert sneers surrounding the recent celebrated case of an American soldier who became a woman; people are shocked at femininity in a man and at castration (far more so than at the removal of a woman's ovaries). Undoubtedly this attitude is based on ideas of the inferiority of women, ideas that receive a certain sanction in the writings of St. Paul. Obviously, an operation never dreamed of in early Christian times is not forbidden in the Bible, nor is there any verse that can be construed to forbid it in spirit. Thus the vaguely religious hostility to the operation does not at all mean that Christianity is really opposed to it. Being myself a devout Baptist, I've had some reason to think about the morality of the operation, more deeply perhaps than the "religious element" at the hospital, more deeply than many who condemn out of hand. I do not assert my reasoning to be valid; indeed, 1 shall do no more than suggest the lines of such reasoning. Christian belief in the immortality of the soul does but strengthen the view that, if there is conflict between body and soul, the corruptible body ought to yield. Some have argued that to remove organs is mutilation - but "if thine eye offend thee . . ."? In truth, if the soul is feminine, this operation is a species of healing. But all this is an argument that need not be made; for nearly all Christians agree that man has free will to choose Heaven or Hell and the way thereto. When the hospital imposed their religious views upon me, without so much as a call from the Chaplain to learn mine, they denied me the exercise of that free will.
And freedom, both religious and secular, was denied me, by that hospital specifically, and by every hospital tacitly, that refuses to allow the operation. It is necessary to be very clear about this. What is this freedom we cherish? Someone has said that to define freedom is to limit it, and to limit it is to destroy it. This is not quite true. There is one, and only one, necessary limit to freedom: one must not exercise it so as to infringe on the rights of others. Thus one may not put arsenic in the salad, or sell atomic secrets to smiling Soviets, or run down old ladies with one's car. There is no other rightful limitation of human freedom. As to defining freedom, it can be said at least that it is not a negative thing, not "freedom to conform" or "freedom from want"; a slave has those - and still he is unfree. Freedom is the right to choose, to act, to pursue one's happiness. "The philosophy of the First Amendment is that man must have full freedom to search the world and the universe for the answers to the puzzles of life" - so wrote one great jurist; and another: "The essence of an individual's freedom is the opportunity to deviate (from the norm)."
I searched for an answer to the puzzle of my life, but the answer I found was denied me. I chose, but my choice was denied me. "Yes, but what you chose was abnormal," I hear someone say. And, yes, I agree; precisely so; a deviation from the norm. Freedom is freedom to differ, or it is nothing. No one would have been harmed by my attaining my happiness; I've no dependents except an indifferent cat. And Society, which has so much to fear from criminals and bombs and too much government, would certainly not be harmed by one woman, no longer young, having a cup of tea with a friend or growing a geranium in a pot. If the day comes in America when one who is different is condemned for that reason only, when courts (and hospitals) have no courage to defy such irrational condemnation, then freedom will be dead.
Ought you, reader, to be concerned about this, since you do not want - certainly not! - what I want? Of course you should, for freedom is indivisible. If it is denied to me in this, it is precedent for denying it to you in your
deviation from the norm. Does the fact that what I want is wanted by few rather than many alter in the slightest degree my right to have it? If you love freedom, you should paraphrase Voltaire and cry: "I do not agree with what you do, but I will defend to the death your right to do it." I tried very hard to do it, and skilled men stood by to help me: but between me and the happiness I sought there stood a formless specter compounded of bigotry and self-righteousness and disrespect for freedom, supported by all the Little Timid Men - and it won. That's what is so horrifying - it won! We frequently hear an anthem rendered with spirit if not precision, which includes the inspired phrase, "the land of the free." But freedom here has been denied me.
Thank you, for reading I hope it provided some insight.
B
THE U N F R E E
by William J. O'Connell
This writing is about Freedom. It is about how freedom was denied to one person and thus potentially to all, not in Russia or Germany but in the United States dedicated to its defense. It is about me, because I am involved. It is about how I was engaged in the pursuit of happiness. How I chose a certain goal, being sure that my reaching it could not harm anyone else in the pursuit of his happiness. And how I was frustrated in the pursuit of my happiness by men who were bigoted and self-righteous, constituting themselves into a sort of modern lynch mob, the more dangerous for being subtle. I do not ask you, reader, to be concerned about my frustration. Be concerned, though, for freedom, mine and yours.
The happiness I chose to pursue - had to pursue, more precisely - was simply and shockingly, an operation to change my ostensible sex; for I am a person, physically male, whose mind and heart are feminine. If you, the reader, now turn away, muttering: "Oh, one of them! You ought to be frustrated!" - then you are kindred to the lynch mob, kindred to those who judge black men and Jewish men and freckled men because they are different.
The leopard cannot change his spots, and I cannot alter, if I would, the basic femininity of my psyche. If there is indeed an eternal soul, then I suppose mine to be in gender feminine. At all events, what is certain is that from babyhood I have known - call it intuition, call it recognition - known beyond all doubt that I belonged among the women, and have longed to take my place there. Englishmen born and raised in India go home to England. So with me, always: to become a woman would be to come home. A dull home, perhaps, that of a thirty-four-year- old spinster, but still and always home. This would be my happiness: to wake tomorrow and find myself just such a woman. It is, you may think (especially if you are yourself such a woman), a curious sort of happiness to pursue. True; but plain water is more than champagne to one in desert lands.
The pain in my life is not merely that caused by prejudice and misunderstanding. Far more, it is the pain of conflict, the profound dichotomy of mind and body. I have perforce "lived a lie" as man and boy, always painful, always false. Yet to dress as a woman, not being one, is equally false, as well as dangerous. What, then, to do? A problem implies a solution: the solution to mine is to alter one of the elements, mind or body, to conform to the other. Putting aside the possibility of an unchangeable feminine soul, I still must say that my mind and heart - my
psyche - have been shaped by a thousand million longings and choices and feminine values; I could not acquire a masculine psyche without ceasing to be myself. Any psychiatrist would admit, a "cure" is hopeless.
But, if mind-conforming is not the solution, there remains the alternative: changing the body to fit the mind. This, within limits, is possible; and to a people that accept false teeth and spectacles, plastic surgery and artificial limbs, it ought not to appear unreasonable. A man may be made endocrinally female by the female hormones, which control the secondary sexual characteristics of hair and breasts; and anatomically female by the removal of male organs and the surgical creation of a vagina. She cannot bear children; but, surely, if she is female in anatomy and hormones and psyche, she is woman. This limited womanhood became my goal, this was the happiness I pursued.
My decision was made in the clear perception that my life was quite intolerable in its falseness. After some hard, realistic thinking, I went to a sexologist, a man wise in the ways of glands and their secretions. He received me with kindness and understanding, and sent me to a psychiatrist who confirmed his judgment that I was of sound mind and quite competent to decide where my happiness lay. Then he carefully began the process of feminization by the administration of estrogen and other female hormones. Months went by while my breasts began to develop and other changes took place and while my doctor studied me and tested and observed. Then at last - a glorious day - he approved me for surgery.
The surgeon, skilled and courteous, was not to be rushed; it was necessary that he be certain in his own conscience that what he was doing was best for me. I could not doubt that this great gentleman, like the sexologist, truly intended, in the words of Hippocrates, to govern his treatment by the needs of the sufferer. To make assurance doubly sure, he sent me to another psychiatrist who, in turn, convened a panel of his brethren.
After many hours of discussion and questioning and study, these three psychiatrists unanimously recommended the operation, adding that they were powerless to alter my feminine psyche and that the surgeon would be doing me a great service by operating. Even then the surgeon was not wholly convinced and there were further discussions with him before he at length consented. "Now," I thought, "now at last, the long waiting and the long anxiety are done. Now my life will take on harmony and meaning. Now my great adventure . . ."
But I reckoned without bigotry and prejudice and timidity.
After a fortnight's wait for a bed, I went to the hospital that had agreed to the operation being done provided, I was told, their psychiatrists approved. One of them turned up the first day and, after conversations and tests, endorsed the views of his colleagues. This made a total of five psychiatrists unanimously in favor of the operation. The staff surgeon, who would collaborate in doing it, also came round, friendly and sympathetic. But then there was a delay. A staff psychiatrist was supposed to come by, but, it seemed, he was unwilling to do so.
Day after day I lay there, existing on the meatless diet, having to go outside to smoke - rigors imposed not by my religious beliefs but by the hospital's. Finally a member of the all-important Tissue Committee appeared: the Committee, because of protest from the "religious elements" of the hospital, were to review my case. But my visitor, although he was perhaps to present my side of the matter to his colleagues, seemed much more interested in talking than in listening; I think his mind was made up, and I think that neither justice nor "the needs of the sufferer" found any room there.
The Tissue Committee refused to permit the operation. They did not ask me to present my case; indeed, it was quite obvious (as I was told by one of the doctors) that they did not consider me at all but only considered placating the "religious elements." Thus the careful, conscientious studies of sexologist, surgeon, and a battery of psychiatrists went for nothing. The hospital had sacrificed their honor (since I had been admitted under an implicit agreement) and their mission (to help those in need) for the sake of a bigoted few. For all that, they did not hesitate to charge me two hundred of the dollars I had so laboriously saved for the operation - two hundred dollars for discomfort and profound disrespect. No other hospital, now, would accept me after this one had turned me out; in any case, my short vacation was gone for another year. There was nothing to do but accept defeat and go home to Seattle. Later I wrote twice to the Committee, protesting, offering religious reasons for the operation. There was no reply at all - perhaps they had carried out an ecclesiastical excommunication with bell, book, and candle. More probably, the individual soul was not important to these "Christian gentlemen."
Where does the blame lie for this fiasco? I had sought my own happiness, a happiness that could harm no other living person; and I had been stopped by the bigoted and the self-righteous; my freedom had been denied. Not
very much can be said in extenuation of the particular hospital involved, for they had admitted me and charged me under an agreement which they dishonored; and the gentry who voted not to allow the operation were manifestly false to their oath to be governed in their treatment "by the needs of the sufferer" - they were governed by bigotry and timidity and my needs were not considered. But other hospitals, though less dishonorable, are as timid. What lies behind their unwillingness to permit an operation that, in the considered judgment of nearly a dozen doctors, is necessary? There are, it seems to me, three elements of their timidity: legality, religion, and disrespect for freedom.
The law is not lucid in matters of this sort. The common law and certain ancient statutes forbid mayhem. Mayhem is depriving someone of limbs necessary for self-defense - a sword arm or a trigger finger. It is somewhat difficult to regard sexual organs as being useful in self-defense. Moreover, such laws had in view, of course, maiming by force, without consent. In short, the law of mayhem is not automatically applicable, if at all, to the removal of sexual organs with the patient's consent. Especially since the courts themselves castrate certain criminals. Nevertheless, a prejudiced district attorney might drag out this law and attempt to apply it to a hospital which was a party to the operation. Whether there could be a conviction and, particularly, whether any higher court would sustain such conviction, is perhaps doubtful. The surgeons were willing to risk it, if their consciences approved. It is difficult to believe that the hospital refused me because of this law.
Religion, not necessarily genuine religion, is the force behind the hospital attitude; indeed, it would be the force behind the public opinion that might persuade a district attorney to invoke the law of mayhem. Public opinion is undoubtedly hostile to this operation, as witness the covert sneers surrounding the recent celebrated case of an American soldier who became a woman; people are shocked at femininity in a man and at castration (far more so than at the removal of a woman's ovaries). Undoubtedly this attitude is based on ideas of the inferiority of women, ideas that receive a certain sanction in the writings of St. Paul. Obviously, an operation never dreamed of in early Christian times is not forbidden in the Bible, nor is there any verse that can be construed to forbid it in spirit. Thus the vaguely religious hostility to the operation does not at all mean that Christianity is really opposed to it. Being myself a devout Baptist, I've had some reason to think about the morality of the operation, more deeply perhaps than the "religious element" at the hospital, more deeply than many who condemn out of hand. I do not assert my reasoning to be valid; indeed, 1 shall do no more than suggest the lines of such reasoning. Christian belief in the immortality of the soul does but strengthen the view that, if there is conflict between body and soul, the corruptible body ought to yield. Some have argued that to remove organs is mutilation - but "if thine eye offend thee . . ."? In truth, if the soul is feminine, this operation is a species of healing. But all this is an argument that need not be made; for nearly all Christians agree that man has free will to choose Heaven or Hell and the way thereto. When the hospital imposed their religious views upon me, without so much as a call from the Chaplain to learn mine, they denied me the exercise of that free will.
And freedom, both religious and secular, was denied me, by that hospital specifically, and by every hospital tacitly, that refuses to allow the operation. It is necessary to be very clear about this. What is this freedom we cherish? Someone has said that to define freedom is to limit it, and to limit it is to destroy it. This is not quite true. There is one, and only one, necessary limit to freedom: one must not exercise it so as to infringe on the rights of others. Thus one may not put arsenic in the salad, or sell atomic secrets to smiling Soviets, or run down old ladies with one's car. There is no other rightful limitation of human freedom. As to defining freedom, it can be said at least that it is not a negative thing, not "freedom to conform" or "freedom from want"; a slave has those - and still he is unfree. Freedom is the right to choose, to act, to pursue one's happiness. "The philosophy of the First Amendment is that man must have full freedom to search the world and the universe for the answers to the puzzles of life" - so wrote one great jurist; and another: "The essence of an individual's freedom is the opportunity to deviate (from the norm)."
I searched for an answer to the puzzle of my life, but the answer I found was denied me. I chose, but my choice was denied me. "Yes, but what you chose was abnormal," I hear someone say. And, yes, I agree; precisely so; a deviation from the norm. Freedom is freedom to differ, or it is nothing. No one would have been harmed by my attaining my happiness; I've no dependents except an indifferent cat. And Society, which has so much to fear from criminals and bombs and too much government, would certainly not be harmed by one woman, no longer young, having a cup of tea with a friend or growing a geranium in a pot. If the day comes in America when one who is different is condemned for that reason only, when courts (and hospitals) have no courage to defy such irrational condemnation, then freedom will be dead.
Ought you, reader, to be concerned about this, since you do not want - certainly not! - what I want? Of course you should, for freedom is indivisible. If it is denied to me in this, it is precedent for denying it to you in your
deviation from the norm. Does the fact that what I want is wanted by few rather than many alter in the slightest degree my right to have it? If you love freedom, you should paraphrase Voltaire and cry: "I do not agree with what you do, but I will defend to the death your right to do it." I tried very hard to do it, and skilled men stood by to help me: but between me and the happiness I sought there stood a formless specter compounded of bigotry and self-righteousness and disrespect for freedom, supported by all the Little Timid Men - and it won. That's what is so horrifying - it won! We frequently hear an anthem rendered with spirit if not precision, which includes the inspired phrase, "the land of the free." But freedom here has been denied me.
Thank you, for reading I hope it provided some insight.
B
December 01, 2009
L.A. Times Sportswriter Mike Penner (Christine Daniels) died.
a sad story...
This past Saturday a sports writer for the LA Times who had transitioned and the detransitioned was found dead due to what appears as a suicide. I picked this up from Lori's blog (http://lorisrevival.blogspot.com/2009/11/loss-of-one-of-our-own-la-times.html) and was deeply saddened by the news at the loss of life here. I can say I wish she would not have killed herself. I wish she would've at least left some type of message somewhere as to the why of it all, but then maybe she didn't know the why, only that she was suffering. I am sure we can all relate, I know I can, as I have thought similar thoughts in the past, I always worked passed them. Its the whole not religious thing and the whole when your gone you're gone idea that plays into effect with me. I can sort of in a weak way identify with how difficult it would be to transition, but then to transition back. In some of the readings about her, a person said there must have been some tremendous pressure to transition back. I would imagine that her suicide was related to the whole gender controversy going on inside. We can all speculate about what happened and what was going on, I am sure we can put ourselves in her place briefly and debate what it was that caused this tragedy, then again maybe it was something completely different and maybe it is our own selfishness that leads us to believe it was all related to gender. Anyway in the end I have shed my tear, I have taken a moment of personal reflection, and I am grateful at the moment for the fact that I am not suffering so. I am also grateful for all of you who read this, that you are still able to read this and that you have not done anything wrong. If you ever find yourself thinking of it, take a moment and really think about what it means, in the end you shouldn't end your life, but you should begin to live it the way you would like too. Peace be with you.
B
This past Saturday a sports writer for the LA Times who had transitioned and the detransitioned was found dead due to what appears as a suicide. I picked this up from Lori's blog (http://lorisrevival.blogspot.com/2009/11/loss-of-one-of-our-own-la-times.html) and was deeply saddened by the news at the loss of life here. I can say I wish she would not have killed herself. I wish she would've at least left some type of message somewhere as to the why of it all, but then maybe she didn't know the why, only that she was suffering. I am sure we can all relate, I know I can, as I have thought similar thoughts in the past, I always worked passed them. Its the whole not religious thing and the whole when your gone you're gone idea that plays into effect with me. I can sort of in a weak way identify with how difficult it would be to transition, but then to transition back. In some of the readings about her, a person said there must have been some tremendous pressure to transition back. I would imagine that her suicide was related to the whole gender controversy going on inside. We can all speculate about what happened and what was going on, I am sure we can put ourselves in her place briefly and debate what it was that caused this tragedy, then again maybe it was something completely different and maybe it is our own selfishness that leads us to believe it was all related to gender. Anyway in the end I have shed my tear, I have taken a moment of personal reflection, and I am grateful at the moment for the fact that I am not suffering so. I am also grateful for all of you who read this, that you are still able to read this and that you have not done anything wrong. If you ever find yourself thinking of it, take a moment and really think about what it means, in the end you shouldn't end your life, but you should begin to live it the way you would like too. Peace be with you.
B
November 27, 2009
Day of the big poop!
OK so that isn't the best title in the world, but it does offer a bit of humor. Yesterday I stuffed myself although not to maximum proportions, but stuffed. It all has to go some where, today it exits. My day yesterday was not exciting at all, rather comforting. I spent the day with immediate family, no one else. No faking, no pretending to be sports minded, just wife and kids. I can say that I am definitely thankful there. My wife asked my what I am thankful for and I said "I am still here with you and the kids" She kissed me and said "me too!" OK so see the hold out has its rewards. I also wonder looking on the bleak side how many sisters are out there alone without their families, and to those I ask is it worth it? I do have one friend and she always says yes it is. She gave up her wife and 3 yr old daughter. She still sees them, but not on the holidays. I do reflect when at times while in a moment on how that moment would be different if I were to transition, yes I would definitely manage, and I am sure I would have friends and such, but at the same time it wouldn't be the same, so is the outer covering worth it, you know the old adage, can't judge a book by it cover, well I am sure there is something in there for us too.
Next item, black friday shopping and Christmas. For those of you who are reluctant to shop for whatever reason, well now is the time to shop for whatever and play it off as a gift. Now for those of you who can't shop as you are scare of being found out, well rethink the whole transition thing, its not meant to be. If you can't shop for your own stuff then, well you need to rethink the deep feelings behind all of that.
I have a story that sort of changed my life a bit a sort of turning event. I was on my way to Transitionville, and decided that I needed to to a quick try out, my wife even agreed. Her terms over last summer, move out for 10 days (kids were away at camp) and live on your own as a woman, except for work. I work as a nurse so being in scrubs is the same anyway. SO I am like I can do it, I arranged for a place to stay, and started organizing it all. Well as I am planning to temporarily relocate I realized that I had bought a whole string of baseball tickets, earlier in the year and that a game would fall in my trial run. I ask my wife to go with me, said I would present as a male and we could go have sort of fun. She fires back, I am not going anywhere with you as a woman, and this game is in your trial time, so you have to go as a woman. We had set up some of the rules earlier and one rule was to live my life as I normally would, no changes! Well I did find someone to go with me, another sister who would have gone in guy mode, well I really reflected on the whole thing and in the end couldn't do it! My thoughts then are if I can't go to a baseball game as me, then maybe I need to rethink it all. Now I can say there are many details left out here, many thoughts, feelings, and interactions. The point of it all is what is our comfort level. My thoughts were that if I were a true TS to the core, then I would have welcomed this outing, and in the end it scared me to death! So I must not be ready, and I backed out of the whole trial, can't do the one then you don't get the cake. One thing I was always told by my wife, can't have your cake and eat it too. How many want just that, we want it on our terms, well thats not how the world works, so thus I struggle with all the feelings and wait till I am ready to go to that ball game.
Well thats the end for now too much going on, time to go to the porcelain thrown and rid myself of turkey...another thing what do I do with some of my humor, does it get put aside as its not lady like? More thoughts, something more to think of...
Happy Poop day
Bre
Next item, black friday shopping and Christmas. For those of you who are reluctant to shop for whatever reason, well now is the time to shop for whatever and play it off as a gift. Now for those of you who can't shop as you are scare of being found out, well rethink the whole transition thing, its not meant to be. If you can't shop for your own stuff then, well you need to rethink the deep feelings behind all of that.
I have a story that sort of changed my life a bit a sort of turning event. I was on my way to Transitionville, and decided that I needed to to a quick try out, my wife even agreed. Her terms over last summer, move out for 10 days (kids were away at camp) and live on your own as a woman, except for work. I work as a nurse so being in scrubs is the same anyway. SO I am like I can do it, I arranged for a place to stay, and started organizing it all. Well as I am planning to temporarily relocate I realized that I had bought a whole string of baseball tickets, earlier in the year and that a game would fall in my trial run. I ask my wife to go with me, said I would present as a male and we could go have sort of fun. She fires back, I am not going anywhere with you as a woman, and this game is in your trial time, so you have to go as a woman. We had set up some of the rules earlier and one rule was to live my life as I normally would, no changes! Well I did find someone to go with me, another sister who would have gone in guy mode, well I really reflected on the whole thing and in the end couldn't do it! My thoughts then are if I can't go to a baseball game as me, then maybe I need to rethink it all. Now I can say there are many details left out here, many thoughts, feelings, and interactions. The point of it all is what is our comfort level. My thoughts were that if I were a true TS to the core, then I would have welcomed this outing, and in the end it scared me to death! So I must not be ready, and I backed out of the whole trial, can't do the one then you don't get the cake. One thing I was always told by my wife, can't have your cake and eat it too. How many want just that, we want it on our terms, well thats not how the world works, so thus I struggle with all the feelings and wait till I am ready to go to that ball game.
Well thats the end for now too much going on, time to go to the porcelain thrown and rid myself of turkey...another thing what do I do with some of my humor, does it get put aside as its not lady like? More thoughts, something more to think of...
Happy Poop day
Bre
November 11, 2009
Pulling back
Pulling back
In the last several weeks I have really been pulling back with my online presence. I have pretty much decided that I won’t ever transition and so am really just lying low as I like to call it. So I went into a paint program and drew up a stick figure of me and replaced my pic on all my sites (except this one) and pulled off a great deal of information about me and such. I have found that if I am not online immersing myself in the whole gender thing it is better. It is harder to pull myself back. I have also found that creating an online presence of my male self has cause a diversion that has also helped. Let me tell you I was really plugged in, although I didn’t use all of the technology to its fullest. I can say that the noise in my head is starting up again and increasingly consuming my processing power. I have now been off my gender medications for several weeks, and the nasty feeling of testosterone is coming back. I so hate that hormone. It is not to my liking, I plan on staying off this time, now I will also say that will be hard as it has been like 3 to 4 yrs that I have been on some type of hormone or hormone suppressant. I have tried several times in the past, and have gone back on, I am sure that is not good for you, but I tried to quit multiple time and this time I do hope its it. For those who want to go on hormones, to see if it causes the “noise” to go away, well it does, but it also cause other side effects, such as decreased sexual ability, redistribution of fat, and an increase in emotional responses. I was told the other day that E and spiro have the ability to increase depression…who knew, I take antidepressants so wow, maybe I can get off of those too. Although when life throws me a curve, then I won’t hit a bottom like I used too before anti depressants.
Me pulling back also caused me to notice a few of my friends doing the same, which is odd how we are all linked together. With that, I wonder if more people discouraged you instead of encouraging you, would you end up in the same place or would you lean another way. I identified myself to a person I made an anonymous posting on their blog. Why anonymous, well when I was in my younger internet days, I would get so blasted by so many for making an alternate opinion to the group, and some can be so hateful, well if its anonymous, well they can’t really attack you personally. I did apologize to the person, as I did not mean anything mean by any of it, I just want to put an alternate opinion and I also want to acknowledge that I have had some similar feelings and well have been told similar advice by my therapist, so share the advice and all for free!
My advice to anyone who is a late in life trans, is don’t do it. Also the more you have and the more you have to loose is more of a reason not too. Find other things to occupy your time, go online but as who you present as everyday. One last thing I recommend is listen to all of the “Radio Lab” podcasts, and when I say listen, I mean really sit down in a quiet area, and listen to them, I listen in my car on my way to work, and I can say I haven’t listened to anything else in the last several weeks. They give you an idea of what its like to be human, and why it is we do the things we do, they also have the scientific proof behind them as support for what they say, nothing like a bunch of scholars saying that your brain does this because of evolution, or how about there is no such thing as free will…WOW! Here is my take on quantum physics and me, in all of my other life's in the other dimensions, I am a woman, and in this present time here and now, I am stuck as a male, so I will deal with it, and just know that in an infinite number of other universes I transitioned or I was born a female. I just feel the waves of incongruity here and now. I also believe that we are the next step in human evolution, we are the more domesticated human. Did you know that the more you take the wildness and beast out of an animal the more feminine it becomes…that being female is being more evolved. How about that! Well I could go on, but I am so not doing anyone any favors and I am defiantly not doing justice to the Radio Lab podcast. So curl up late at night when all is quiet and listen, listen to those that seem to pertain to you at first, then listen to the rest. Here is the link and it is also on I tunes. http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/
Some of those that will help with your decision are: Stress, Choice, Who am I, Detective stories, Morality, Sleep, Zoos, Stochasticity, What is normal, and actually all of the rest have some useful facts. If and when you do listen, do this for me start pulling out those parts that you can relate to your life as a transperson. When I listen to them on a second round (I haven’t listened to them all yet) I want to start pulling out true facts, and I want to really present a truth. See I believe the answer is out there, its just assembling it all together to make sense. I would defiantly like some feed back on this, and it can even be anonymous, as any feed back is good feedback and all the better if you challenge me, how else will I know if I am right? If it can’t take a good challenge then maybe it isn’t true….
Thanks for listening
B
In the last several weeks I have really been pulling back with my online presence. I have pretty much decided that I won’t ever transition and so am really just lying low as I like to call it. So I went into a paint program and drew up a stick figure of me and replaced my pic on all my sites (except this one) and pulled off a great deal of information about me and such. I have found that if I am not online immersing myself in the whole gender thing it is better. It is harder to pull myself back. I have also found that creating an online presence of my male self has cause a diversion that has also helped. Let me tell you I was really plugged in, although I didn’t use all of the technology to its fullest. I can say that the noise in my head is starting up again and increasingly consuming my processing power. I have now been off my gender medications for several weeks, and the nasty feeling of testosterone is coming back. I so hate that hormone. It is not to my liking, I plan on staying off this time, now I will also say that will be hard as it has been like 3 to 4 yrs that I have been on some type of hormone or hormone suppressant. I have tried several times in the past, and have gone back on, I am sure that is not good for you, but I tried to quit multiple time and this time I do hope its it. For those who want to go on hormones, to see if it causes the “noise” to go away, well it does, but it also cause other side effects, such as decreased sexual ability, redistribution of fat, and an increase in emotional responses. I was told the other day that E and spiro have the ability to increase depression…who knew, I take antidepressants so wow, maybe I can get off of those too. Although when life throws me a curve, then I won’t hit a bottom like I used too before anti depressants.
Me pulling back also caused me to notice a few of my friends doing the same, which is odd how we are all linked together. With that, I wonder if more people discouraged you instead of encouraging you, would you end up in the same place or would you lean another way. I identified myself to a person I made an anonymous posting on their blog. Why anonymous, well when I was in my younger internet days, I would get so blasted by so many for making an alternate opinion to the group, and some can be so hateful, well if its anonymous, well they can’t really attack you personally. I did apologize to the person, as I did not mean anything mean by any of it, I just want to put an alternate opinion and I also want to acknowledge that I have had some similar feelings and well have been told similar advice by my therapist, so share the advice and all for free!
My advice to anyone who is a late in life trans, is don’t do it. Also the more you have and the more you have to loose is more of a reason not too. Find other things to occupy your time, go online but as who you present as everyday. One last thing I recommend is listen to all of the “Radio Lab” podcasts, and when I say listen, I mean really sit down in a quiet area, and listen to them, I listen in my car on my way to work, and I can say I haven’t listened to anything else in the last several weeks. They give you an idea of what its like to be human, and why it is we do the things we do, they also have the scientific proof behind them as support for what they say, nothing like a bunch of scholars saying that your brain does this because of evolution, or how about there is no such thing as free will…WOW! Here is my take on quantum physics and me, in all of my other life's in the other dimensions, I am a woman, and in this present time here and now, I am stuck as a male, so I will deal with it, and just know that in an infinite number of other universes I transitioned or I was born a female. I just feel the waves of incongruity here and now. I also believe that we are the next step in human evolution, we are the more domesticated human. Did you know that the more you take the wildness and beast out of an animal the more feminine it becomes…that being female is being more evolved. How about that! Well I could go on, but I am so not doing anyone any favors and I am defiantly not doing justice to the Radio Lab podcast. So curl up late at night when all is quiet and listen, listen to those that seem to pertain to you at first, then listen to the rest. Here is the link and it is also on I tunes. http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/
Some of those that will help with your decision are: Stress, Choice, Who am I, Detective stories, Morality, Sleep, Zoos, Stochasticity, What is normal, and actually all of the rest have some useful facts. If and when you do listen, do this for me start pulling out those parts that you can relate to your life as a transperson. When I listen to them on a second round (I haven’t listened to them all yet) I want to start pulling out true facts, and I want to really present a truth. See I believe the answer is out there, its just assembling it all together to make sense. I would defiantly like some feed back on this, and it can even be anonymous, as any feed back is good feedback and all the better if you challenge me, how else will I know if I am right? If it can’t take a good challenge then maybe it isn’t true….
Thanks for listening
B
October 15, 2009
halloween...
Every year I always have to put something out about halloween and costumes. One of the beliefs that I have developed over time is that if you are TG you should not dress up as a woman for halloween. Now maybe a woman as another character is fine, but not just a woman. Why you ask? Well I have developed the belief that it really cheapens who you are as a TG woman and that if you dress up you are making light of this fact or signifying that its just a costume and not the real you. If you want to be a witch or a cheerleader, or nurse then super. That is sending the message that I am a woman dressing up. This year if I go out I plan on doing a jester of sorts, but with family and such doubt that I will make it out. By all means do not dress up as some call girl or slut or tramp or what ever would be degrading. I work as a nurse and can say that dressing up as a "naughty nurse" is not something I would do or would approve of. Mind you, it is not about my approval or anyone else's as this is jsut my belief. That last thing I would want though is you to turn in who you really are as some sort of joke of sorts.
In my first year of marriage I dressed up as a woman, went a little into a bit of reality, shaved my legs, and did nail polish, and even curled my hair. Had a great holiday. I did use it as a segway to tell my wife about who I was inside. She did have a hard time with it all, and cried and such. When all was said and done, she said that it must have been hard for me to be dressed up that way and have everyone make out as a joke, as when I was being serious and trying to express myself others thought I was mocking something or some idea. I had never thought of it that way, and a few other Halloweens following I did go out dressed up. I have since really scaled back or in the last several years if I did go out, I dressed up as a woman in the character of someone else. I feel as if this would be who I really am, and not make a mockery of those who are TG, women, or anything else one can think of.
This is not too say that you couldn't do what I did, by all means if dressing up can serve as a bridge for you to tell your spouse then I say go for it better to tell her now than later, the sooner the better.
Anyway thanks for sitting and having a cup of tea.
In my first year of marriage I dressed up as a woman, went a little into a bit of reality, shaved my legs, and did nail polish, and even curled my hair. Had a great holiday. I did use it as a segway to tell my wife about who I was inside. She did have a hard time with it all, and cried and such. When all was said and done, she said that it must have been hard for me to be dressed up that way and have everyone make out as a joke, as when I was being serious and trying to express myself others thought I was mocking something or some idea. I had never thought of it that way, and a few other Halloweens following I did go out dressed up. I have since really scaled back or in the last several years if I did go out, I dressed up as a woman in the character of someone else. I feel as if this would be who I really am, and not make a mockery of those who are TG, women, or anything else one can think of.
This is not too say that you couldn't do what I did, by all means if dressing up can serve as a bridge for you to tell your spouse then I say go for it better to tell her now than later, the sooner the better.
Anyway thanks for sitting and having a cup of tea.
September 26, 2009
self sabotage ?
I heard this term the other day on Dan Savages Podcast #150, it was about a woman who had made it through undergrad, had a great life and everything going for her. Her problem was that she had this sexual additiction where she was sleeping with random men, having unprotected sex, having anal sex, just doing anything and everything. Well the sex advice columnist Dan Savage called her up and chatted with her, and then out of right field asked her why she didn't like herself. I was a bit miffed at where it all was going, but listend intently. Anyway with a bit more banter back and forth he informed her that she had a pattern of self sabatoge and that sometime when people are at their best they cannot accept it, so they begin to sabatoge their lives. They will find something and carry it to an extreme until it really sets them back or destroys their life. The issue is why are they doing it. There is the million dollar question, what is going on in their psychie that they want to destroy their lives? Now what does this have to do with me and my problem. Well here I am wondering what to do with my life. I talk things over with my wife and time and again back slide. Now what is back sliding for me, well about estrogen and spiro, how about developing breasts and hips, and getting called mam all the time. Well them many I follow here, I am sure that would not do well with their spouses, nor does it fit with mine. So we argue, fight, make promises and then something in my life happens, I get depressed and turn to what gives me comfort, hormones and feeling more feminine. Well although this suits me, it doesn't suit her and my family. So my question is this a form a self sabatoge. I have a great life, successful careeer, great kids, house, no real debt, I could go on. SO, finding that things are at their best I am trying to destroy what I have...why?
At the moment I am off hormones, I take spiro, to decrease my testerone, which seems to help, although its like total menopause, I am hot and cold and always getting hot flashes. No desire to dress up, the desires to be a woman are still there, I ams still missing something. Self sabotage, I don't think so, I am sure it might qualify to some, but to others no. My other question is what about others, would this fit them?
I throw this out as we are all looking for the magic bullet, the magic cause/cancer that we can cut out to help us deal. I have yet to find it, the only thing I am told is to transtion, well not today...
At the moment I am off hormones, I take spiro, to decrease my testerone, which seems to help, although its like total menopause, I am hot and cold and always getting hot flashes. No desire to dress up, the desires to be a woman are still there, I ams still missing something. Self sabotage, I don't think so, I am sure it might qualify to some, but to others no. My other question is what about others, would this fit them?
I throw this out as we are all looking for the magic bullet, the magic cause/cancer that we can cut out to help us deal. I have yet to find it, the only thing I am told is to transtion, well not today...
September 08, 2009
August 28, 2009
the first of many
Well I am sitting basically doing nothing on a Saturday night. I have tapped every web 2.0 app that I can in order to amuse myself and still did not find any satisfaction. I am spontaneous and random most of the time. My moods and thought flow like the tide. I am a forty something trans who has decided to put off transition indefinately as I will stay with my family. I will say that I was ever so close and then a blog post turned it around for me. I really have to hand it to Cali, a woman who I will probably never meet in person, who I will probably never talk too, who completely changed my life or at least the life I know. Yes I am married, yes I have kids, and yes I am successful in the world. I am doing the best I can with what I have. I hold it together most days, and suffer many others. In the end I do not know what I will do, I would like to say I will stay the coarse, but at times I say I would like to make a 180 and feel complete.
What does it mean to be complete, and does one have to transition to do it. Many will say yes and a few will say no. Only the individual knows what is right for them, I believe we know what is right, but try to do what is acceptable. I will share my thought on my transition and my life in general. Lets see where it all goes...
What does it mean to be complete, and does one have to transition to do it. Many will say yes and a few will say no. Only the individual knows what is right for them, I believe we know what is right, but try to do what is acceptable. I will share my thought on my transition and my life in general. Lets see where it all goes...
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