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UsernameOpti... : (26 February 2015 - 09:36 PM) Welcome to all the new members who have joined over the past few days!
TJDavies : (23 February 2015 - 05:22 PM) I hope to be a part of the next call x_x I keep on missing them.
Mattie20008 : (22 February 2015 - 11:25 AM) Thanks all for the great phone call yesterday...
EmmaSweet : (21 February 2015 - 10:01 AM) Cross2play: Please check the calendar entry for today. The conference call info is published there. I'll also send you a PM with this information.
cross2play : (21 February 2015 - 09:06 AM) RSVP I will try make it but where is phone chat as am on mobile device?
MonicaPz : (17 February 2015 - 06:38 PM) To RSVP for the weekly phone chat, under "upcoming calendar events," click on "weekly phone chat" that is on the right of "community calendar."
Mattie20008 : (17 February 2015 - 12:27 PM) Haha, I was having coffee with my daughter and we noticed- we were wearing the same shoes : )
veronicabeta : (16 February 2015 - 05:11 PM) Happy Birthday spikysam, wherever you are! :)
veronicabeta : (16 February 2015 - 03:29 AM) OK UsernameOptional. Understood. have to learn to type better or proofread better, but that works for me ! :)
UsernameOpti... : (15 February 2015 - 04:46 PM) The shoutbox is just that - for making a shout out like for announcements, birthdays, bringing a thread to the attention of members, etc.  Posting things in the shoutbox leaves no opportunity for discussion.  And if those who happen to notice do go into a little chat, it can scroll off before anyone knew it even existed.  And unfortunately, the edit feature is kaputt whether your session is active or timed out.
veronicabeta : (15 February 2015 - 02:51 PM) Hey, LUV the shout box, but is anyone else having issues with the "edit" shout feature. I'm on my six core gaming system now, and when I tried to edit my last shout, after hitting the edit button in the edit dialogue box, it just timed out?
veronicabeta : (15 February 2015 - 02:48 PM) What? Disnosaurs are evil? Don' tell that to Godzilla! He doesn't take insults well. She might wake up and go all "Spanish Inquisition" on the Human race.
DanielleCaswell : (14 February 2015 - 11:46 PM) one thing i cant stand is stupid christians thinking that dinosaurs can cause a child to think bestially  and bite  someone. id love  to smack the woman who is leading this stupid crap... http://guff.com/chri...ids/20?ts_pid=2
veronicabeta : (14 February 2015 - 12:51 AM) Happy B-day michellesmithuk, SexyKikyo32 and jesseboo ! :)
DaniellaQE3 : (13 February 2015 - 09:50 PM) Looked up redneck to be sure I got it right.  Dictionary says that a redneck is "an uneducated white farm laborer, especially from the South." Good honest labor on a neck bowed to the sun while working the fields.  I've done that.  Course some of my kin are red all over so I guess that makes them rate lower than just a redneck.
DanielleCaswell : (13 February 2015 - 05:33 PM) https://www.youtube....h?v=9ja4Z41_8BI Incase anyone has NOT seen this.. it is great. If you are not in the deep south you can not imagine the pure stupidity that they come up with to back up hate. This man Jeremy Todd Addaway made the funniest video letting all the rednecks know "its ok the world did not end"
UsernameOpti... : (13 February 2015 - 05:05 PM) WTG, Jennifer =)
UsernameOpti... : (13 February 2015 - 05:05 PM) Welcome to today's new members
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This Isn't a Phallacy

Posted by Anndy , 23 July 2012 · 434 views

{A Word to the Wise: the last time I wrote a blog was for a class about the Social Net in which we read Gregory Ulmer and were introduced to his "puncept;" therefore, I apologize in advance for my frequent use of puncepts in my writing. And while we're on that topic, I apologize for my terrible writing, period.}


I suppose this is my introduction, and despite my ability to write a mean essay (present thesis excluded), I'm really rather horrible at writing about myself. Anyway, I imagine that my story isn't unlike most of your stories... although I tend to imagine that most of you are much further along your trans* journey (my therapist calls this projection, I believe). The first time I remember thinking I was boy rather than a girl was in kindergarten when all the boys got to be loud and fun and the girls were expected to jumprope or whatever it was that girls were supposed to do. I never did it.


But this story really starts a number of years later, when I was 14 (15? the years are blurred thanks to PTSD, but that's another subject all together). I spent a lot of my younger years on dial-up AOL pretending to be a guy: first a straight guy, then a gay guy. For a while there I was extremely obsessed with gay guys, and my "bff" at the time, Ro, was a gay guy (unfortunately he was/is in deep denial about this). He was the first person I came out to. "I want to be a gay guy." (I probably confessed this to him during one of our makeout sessions on my grandfather's golf cart--I was a wild child *insert sarcasm here*.) Being the kind of friend he was (and the kind of mom I had, who thought all my friends were hers as well), he told her my secret. I grew up in an ultraconservative part of South Carolina and my mother, of course, was slightly disturbed at this new information. Give her some credit, it was 2001, and even though I have these fantasies about going back and coming out at a younger age, the truth is, it was a totally different time then. So, she swept me off to a therapist.


Depression.


Social Anxiety.


And the biggie...


Borderline Personality Disorder.


My life from then on was defined by this diagnosis. I got away with dressing like a guy for a long time because I was goth in high school, which, oddly enough, my mom loved. Things changed when she died in 2006. My mother never knew me as the daughter she always wanted (in fact, she lost 2 daughters: a miscarriage before I was born, and me... the odd, in-between daughter). To cope with her death, I became the person I thought she wanted me to be. Ultra girly. Happy to go shopping, polish my nails, play with babies, or whatever it was that I thought defined the feminine.


I still played boy online. It was my only escape.


It used to be that you only ever heard of MTF trans*people. In the months after my mother died (I remember this clearly because I was living with my dad) I ordered a copy of "The Big Gay Book of Erotica" or something. The last story was about a transman. What? (I'm imagining Jack Skellington singing "What is This?!") So there it was. I was a FTM. It took me 5 years to accept that. And here I am.


And I will leave you with some lyrics from Jack's Lament. Because I can.


Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known.


And finally... I'm Anndy.






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