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Experiences with electrolysis
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Your thoughts about whether surgery is necessary to be your desired gender
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This week started out pretty good. Went to the beach with some friends that I haven’t seen in a long time. They stayed with us for a couple of days and everything went well. I was nervous (they don’t know I’m trans) but they are good people and we had fun. The kids all had fun as well. Then after they left I went downhill mentally and started to feel like transitioning was all wrong. I tried to get myself out of it but the blues just kept coming back. Life was gray and I was just trying to make it through the day. I was exhausted early in the day and unmotivated to engage in life. I was starting to feel the need to distance myself from trans friends that I really like. Boy clothes seemed more comfortable to wear. My mind was busy trying to explain everything, after all I just had a great weekend. I was utterly convinced at one point that transition was not for me. I spent the next couple of days coming up with another plan for my life but I still kept taking hrt and dressing a tiny bit girly. I will stay on hrt until my next Endo appointment (14 days) to see how my levels are and get a longer supply of hrt. I wanted to have a supply of hrt just in case I changed my mind. I just kept going to work and taking care of the kids but I was getting really blue. I felt like a zombie. Then I read Elsa’s blog and I just love the way she talks about herself as 2 separate people sharing the same body. It makes perfect sense to me because I have been having letting them battle each other for years. Without knowing it!!! Dam. I had never thought of talking about myself in that context before. I have always thought since I was very young that a female spirit would enter my body at times and try to take over. I would even ask or demand that she leave me alone and go away. I had an older sister that past away right after birth a year or two before I was born. So, I figured it was her messing with me and then when I was older I thought maybe I was really her all along. I was a girl born for a very short time and then re born again but in a boy body this time. Someone missed the memo! She’s pissed 😠. I’m pissed 😤. We are pissed 😡. Man is this all confusing and how the hell do you talk to about this. Who could understand this? I can’t even understand it. But something has always told me “you are on too something here “. Not sure but.........uhmmmm. My mom told me that I had an imaginary friend when I was young and his name was mick s. I have no memory of that at all but apparently I would spend a lot of time with him. I would talk to him as if he was standing right in front of my parents. It freaked them out a bit. My mom said that I knew that they could not see him and it was “ok”. Then one day I stopped. I don’t remember anything about it. So, when I read Elsa’s post it all clicked and I started thinking about things that way again . As 2 people. This morning I got up before the sunrise and sat in the faint light talking to the 2 of me. I asked him to let her have today. I looked down at my legs and saw pretty girly legs, hips, waist and chest. All the gray/blue feelings slowly lifted and I said thank you. I feel back on track with life and I’m excited to talk with these 2 a bit more. It goes along the 2 spirit philosophy of Native American culture which I have been drawn to for many years. Wow life sure is interesting. Luv liv learn and we will see what happens.
Another journal entry I would like to share.
William had taken over the last few days and we went downhill. I could not break through until early this morning. Finally I rested back control. I had to reaffirm my femininity. I am a female, I embrace being female, I love all things feminine. I kept repeating this mantra for a few minutes after I woke up, before I got out of bed. My mood lifted immediately.
These are critical emotions for me to understand.
If William takes to much control and suppresses me we go into a funk and if I let that funk continue it will quickly turn into full blown depression, that blackness comes and with it the dark thoughts, we cease to live and simply exist
It is only when I take control that we come alive again. It is only I as Elsa do we become whole, depression lifts and my thoughts are bright and well lit.
It is only as by me being female that I live and not simply exist.
I take great heart that when I take over and William fades we become a more complete person and I know that being female is the right path.
So, the last blog was cut off somehow but I’m not sure what the heck I did so I’ll try to remember my thoughts. The judgements I was saying to myself went something like this after seeing myself in the mirror. Early morning.... “you look like hell” or “you look great “or “who are you female or male”. The feeling of not recognizing myself for a second is really disconcerting and sends a dull dread through the core of my body. It’s a kind of ughhh feeling. The look that popped onto my face was very much like the look I get from people when I think I’m being clocked. It is also the same look from friends that haven’t seen me for a while. I had to ask myself “am I clocking myself!” I guess I was in a way. Didn’t see that coming. It also has helped me understand the way people react initially. The feeling of dread became overwhelming and fear started taking over. Thoughts like there is no way I can move forward, I can’t handle this, I better stop now, what the hell am I doing! I have let this steer the course of my life for years but this was on a different level. So, what to do.... wait, remember and stay quiet in the mind. I have to go backwards in my head remembering exactly what and how I felt for my entire life. Now comes the tricky part. There were times in the past where I was fine with my gender and the dysphoria was not there. Maybe I was preoccupied with other things? Maybe Hormonal balance was different or something with my body chemistry. I just don’t know and maybe never will. What I do know is that generally I am much happier these days and much healthier as well. So, after staying calm about all this l decided to keep being me and not worry about everything. I’m a good person so let’s just stick with that for the time being. Since I wrote the first part of this my mind has calmed down and I feel good. Today I’m going to the beach with some friends who are in town (this should be interesting) and I have no idea what will happen but I know exactly who I will be. Me. Oh and by the way when I looked in the mirror today I did recognize the girl looking back. What a fascinating experience. I am lucky. Stay sweet girls and think of me bouncing around on the beach 🏖. LOL.
Who are you? Who am I? What am I? What am I going to be?......As I sit here with some time on my hands this thought came to mind. How would I describe myself too myself if I didn't know me. Yes, that is kind of crazy in a round about way but it is the exact question I have been asking myself lately. At times I will look in the mirror and I for a second not even recognize myself. This seems to happen the most when I first wake up. Making my way in the dark towards the coffee pot I sometimes catch an unexpected glance from a stranger in the full length mirror. I usually stop for a second to look closer, trying to see the me I am used to seeing. This takes a moment for me, to see me, and then I start making judgements upon myself as if I where someone else. Crazy? No.?.?. The judgments are something along the lines of "good lord you look like hell" or "Do I look female or male?" or "wow you look good" (although that comment usually isn't in the morning). Anyway I slice it, the feeling of not being able to instantly recognize myself is really unsettling, causing a dreadful dulling of my spirit. It's in the pit of my soul so to speak. A kind of ughhhhhhh I don't like this at all. What am I doing???Where am I going???? Oh! No! I better stop this crazy ride Jane!!!! But time will pass, I will see the future me, maybe a glimpse in the mirror, some naturally occurring expression, mannerism or feeling and I will let out a ahhhhh everything is going to be okay. The other thing I thought of is that when I look into the mirror and don't see me right away. The expression on my face is very similar to the ones on people clocking me. I think I might be clocking myself!! What!?!?...Is that even possible?? I must say thank the good lord that I have a good sense of humor and love to laugh. Don't take yourself to seriously. I hope you laugh today.
On my Washington state driver's license, that is! I sent in the US Passport revision application last week, requesting (and paying for) expedited service. I don't trust our government (you know who and if you don't what planet are you from?) to not suddenly change the rules, preventing me from obtaining this. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me please!
I have shared this on a coupe of other transgender sites and I thought it would be good to share it here as a way of starting my blog
As I began my transitioning journey a few months ago I started keeping a Journal. I realised today that the journal was from my male perspective so I have now started a new Journal where Elsa shares her thoughts and feelings. It is amazing how liberating this has been and how significant this has been in Elsa’s growth. Below is one of her first entries on how I am reconciling 60years as William with my new identity as a Elsa. If you are able to read all of it I hope you find it enjoyable and informative.
Hugs and Kisses, Elsa
Hi my name is Elsa, I am a transgender female. I have a condition known as gender dysphoria. This is when a persons gender identity (how we see and feel about our identity does not match our physical appearance.) In my case I have lived in a male body for nearly 60 years. I have tried many times to reveal myself but have never been able to present myself strongly enough to truly make myself heard until now.
My male companion has always dominated and held me back. I have had to resort to some extreme behaviours just to make myself known. Finely about 2 months ago (Feb 18) I was able find the strength to break through. I am now permanently out in the world (well at least to those people most important to me) In some ways this has been like a birth and I am still very young with a long way ahead of me. Fortunately for me my male companion has accepted that his time in the sun is coming to an end and is happy to give me the freedom to live as I need to.
He is more than happy to now step back but is there when I need him. William (male) has guided us to this point in our lives and has been successful in society. It is only through his hard work, intelligence, empathy and caring that we have been able to live and grow as a human being. William now accepts that I (Elsa) has played on important role in our life although he was unaware of it. I have provided the imagination and creativity when he needed it, to often think outside the box and to come up with creative solutions to difficult problems. I (Elsa) was able to overcome his social anxiety just enough to allow him to function in a social demanding world.
William will now begin to fade but his practicality, logic, pragmatism and experience will guide me as I grow (very quickly) into a fully mature and confident female for the world to see.
I am excited and ready to start running and show the world who I am, but this is where William is providing a guiding hand and reminding me I have only just learnt how to walk and that this journey will be for the rest of my life, so slow down, enjoy, and have fun, I still have a lot to learn.
When I do reveal myself to the world I do want it to be my best version of me (Elsa) At the moment I am still a little wobbly (a bit like wearing high heals for the first time) and still need to grow. As each day goes buy I grow stronger and more confident.
As I engage more and more with the transgender community I find them to be a very caring and loving group, I have already met some really genuine people online and in person who have been very supportive and encouraging.
There will be many obstacles to overcome as I move forward but I am now on this journey to full womanhood and I intend to enjoy every minute of it
How often does any human truly get to be reborn and reinvent themselves )
I haven't posted in awhile, but I recently had these pics sent to me and wanted to share them - also to observe that I do want to share them! That's been one of the more amazing parts of transitioning, before that I didn't want my picture taken, if it was I didn't want to see it, and I certainly wouldn't have shared it.
These were taken at a lunch that we had after the completion of a recent round of supervision with the volunteer organization I belong to. The person taking them is one of the group members and was just taking lots of pictures, so I had largely forgotten that he was even doing it :-) (clearly I also didn't realize that he was occasionally zooming-in, as in the first picture).
After my trip to Orlando I have been doubting my transition. I am sure being clocked left and right didn’t help much but I think this is something different. A deeper fear. I have some friends coming into town for a visit and I am a bit nervous about how that will go but we will see(they are good people). I will just be me and roll with the flow thinking of others first. I will take care of myself of course and talk with my therapist. Maybe it was or is just a combination of things that happened to make me wonder if this is what I really want. I was thinking about the long term trying to picture what life would be like and didn’t see a future that I liked. I was alone, not passing, ugly, family and friends staying away from me and bitter about it. This is all in my head, I know that I will feel differently later today probably and that the future is really a mystery that I can help shape. Maybe it’s the hrt giving me a ride on the swing set forcing me to take a look at my fears that are still there just underneath the skin of this confident growing girl. I just don’t know & I don’t need to know. I was seeking something on this last trip but I’m not sure what it was. Maybe my expectations were to high for Orlando. Not sure. I have been here before feeling this way and it will change, I will be here again and it will change, so for today I’ll give myself a break and just be me.
Things are moving in the right direction for me and I feel confident in myself. I am ready to come out to my family and friends. A couple already know. I am just waiting for a time that gives them the space they might need. I am still in boy mode but I’m open and ready. I don’t feel the need to tell the world with a proclamation “here I am!” I am trying to think of others first and give them a better chance to understand what this will really mean for them. A support network is set up for me to help get through this and I am still working on a support group for my family. That is a work in progress. Some days I am on top of the world and other days I don’t have any drive to keep moving forward. I’m not stopping anything I’m just rolling with the flow so to speak. I’m in Orlando now and people are clocking me left and right. This was getting to me a bit but I just remind myself that I’m a good person and meditate when I can. The technique the therapist taught me seems to help a lot. There have been a lot of changes to me physically and I will put that in the next post. I will say that I’m very happy in myself and really the only thing that gets me down is to see others struggling with life in general and how my transition might just pile on to the difficulties. On a positive note when I was getting take out food the other day the girl handed me my order and said here you go girly. I didn’t expect that but I just rolled with it and we both smiled. I also have some new friends that seem great and are in the lbgt community. Not feeling girly now but I’ll just wait a minute.
So, I get in another crash this week. The car in front of me decides at the last moment to make a left turn from my lane and hangs out into it. I stopped in time; the car behind me did not. He tried to avoid hitting me, but no luck. The offending car took off, and the two of us waited for the police to show up. Anyway, my car is back in the shop and I have a rental. My car has SiriusXM and I always listen to music, either rock or classical. Now I have regular radio which I can’t stand, so I listen to NPR. Lots of interesting stuff.
I heard two stories today regarding Pakistan. One about Malala returning, it seems triumphantly as it should be. The other about a transgender person becoming a prominent television news anchor. It turns out that Pakistan is a conflicted country, at once progressive and tribal in nature. And although it is somewhat striking for a transgender person to have a high-profile position, being transgender in Pakistan is taken for granted. Homosexuality is not. Go figure. It seems to me the acceptance of gender and sexual differences is all about culture and custom. It can change—even here.
BTW, no one was hurt in the crash. Fortunately, I won’t have to pay the $8000 repair bill.
Okay so the trip was great and I feel like a new person in a way. All the things that happened and time spent with family were wonderful but we have to go home sometime. right? Well, I feel like I have left a piece of the old me back at my home before I left. The male me if that makes any sense. Chantel mentioned in a comment that we have to say good bye to who we were and let go of the past. Ive been working on that and know that it will take some time but this is much different then I expected. It is like part of me disappeared and this other part was just....there ready to go. I really opened up a bit on vacation and upon returning home I just expected to cover up again. I knew I was going to be a little bit more open than before after having all these experiences but I didn't realize that the brakes were going to get ripped off the train or at least the conductor was going to take a nap. I got up on Friday morning, made a cup of coffee and sat on the lanai. The weather was great as I wrote out what I needed to do and who I had to meet. I will start with dropping some jeans off at the seamstress to get a rip in the button flies fixed. I love these jeans. While I was there in the shop, pop! the jeans I was wearing ripped in the same spot. (yes they are too tight) 2x pairs down. Crap oh well. I was going to the store later in the day to look for a pair of pants that I loved anyway so I might as well go now. Well in the past when I went shopping it was planned shopping with a purpose. The old PSP. I knew what I wanted, what the price was, where to get it and usually where in the store it was located. So in I went and within about 3 minutes had the pants that I was looking for in the size I wanted but then a strange thing happened to me. Something else caught my eye and then another, the shirt is nice, that hoody is cute, this belt is great, I like these shoes and on and on and on it went. I didn't even realize that I was doing it!!!! Until...I could sense someone looking at me so I looked up and it was a friend of mine that I haven't seen in months. Before I started transitioning and he is a mans man. So here I am with an armful of androgynous clothes and a tight shirt on and my nips popping out! I just realized what I was doing and for how long. I was nervous at first but then let it go and just giggled at myself under my breath. Talked about life and an up coming golfing trip just as any other day might be. He even brought his girlfriend over to meet me. After they left I kept on shopping. I spent well over 2 hours in the store trying things on going back for more or a different size, I was on a role and when I finally got to the counter I had NO idea how much I was about to spend (luckily they were having a big sale I knew nothing about. whew). Now I understand girls. I LOVE MY NEW CLOTHES they are very girly and I have been wearing them all around town for the last couple of days. I can't wait to go shopping again. Now I get it girls. I have opened the proverbial door even farther and keep pushing myself. Anyway that is just one example that I have time for right now. My point is that my instinctual thinking has shifted if that makes any sense and the great news is I love it. Next is to learn how to do make up.
Live Love Learn.
So, apparently the transgender chat site I was using was moved to here, but I keep getting an error of EX6.. I am withering away, in the dessert of non-conversation.. I hope that I can get in soon. not sure just when they closed the other site....
I had a wonderful time on vacation and it allowed me to open up more than I expected. I was able to put aside all the crazy little worries about what people would think and just be me for awhile. I didn’t try to look like a female or anything like that I just wasn’t hiding anything from anyone. I have been covering up my body recently as far as boobs (although their tiny, when I look down at them they seem larger then they are, Kind of like a fun house mirror. Haha) the shaving, laser & electrolysis, soft soft skin, skin care regime etc. I let all that go and just didn’t hide it. Before I left i had an elaborate plan to cover up so people & family wouldn’t notice enough to spark questions but as soon as I stepped onto the plane all that changed. When we arrived there were many girls of all ages wearing some great clothing and I was trying them on in my mind. Trying to see what might look good on me or loving a style but realizing that I can’t pull that off yet. It inspired me to work on my body even harder and was great to find a more age, occasion appropriate styles. It was a great place to see all the girls and was almost like a fashion show. Morning breakfast, upscale pool, casual down at the beach, workout attire, casual dining, dressed to the nines for a glamorous night out and on and on. Young & older women taught me so much in a short time. I found myself envying many girls and had fun learning. I guess all of this just let me open up a bit more which was like a chain reaction pushing me forward to explore what I was feeling. I know these are the steps many tg girls have taken but to feel it was really nice. This was a very exciting and freeing trip in a lot of ways but I also connected with my family on a deeper level. Sure there were the annoying things like kids on their phones, bad table manners etc. but there was something more. We talked and played games and discussed life and dreams. We had adventures, fun and relaxed with each other. I was not what I had expected so I thought back to see why I was wrong. I was fearful and tense before going but as soon as I let go of it thing got better. I also made it a point to think of everyone first and be as honest as I could about what I wanted. I took a bit of time to really think about things before making a decision or acting out. (Except when my little one needed me, dad popped out). Now that I’m back at home and work is on the table normal life starts again but I’m different. More confident in my transition making it easier for me to take the next step. More confident in myself as a TG person. More confident as a human being. As a parent, as a partner, as a daughter/son. Thank you all for helping me see and feel the real me!!! One more step...... in the correct direction.
live love learn
I was thinking today as I was laying on a chair how much has changed. I am on vacation and was nervous about how Much I have changed physically and what my wife and kids might say. So I made a decision to just stop worrying about it and be as pleasant and confident as possible. I have not been hiding anything about my appearance and my mannerisms and I feel great so I let it show. My family has been really great and we have been enjoying each other. I have been wearing tight tops and tight jeans at night which shows my chest and butt. I haven’t been trying to make a statement I just feel better wearing them. My wife committed that I look good and she said I have a .....”something about you” is different but really nice. I was happy to hear that. I felt so confident that I have been pulling up my boy shorts to tan my butt and front with a feminine tan line. (I am still in boy mode). No one said anything or looked at me weird. I basically turned my boy shorts into a bikini bottom. The little one did ask why I was doing that and the older one said dads just try change his tan line. I said yes I am I should try to find a shorter bathing suit to make it easier and my wife said I can help you find something. She seemed to like the idea and that was so amazing. We went for a walk this morning and she wanted me to show her the spa and gym (I’ve been going every day for yoga) so with coffee in hand I showed her where everything was. Then we made a couples message and facial appointment together. We are basically going to have a girls day tomorrow. We are even getting our nails done together. I feel like such a girl and very loving. At the same time I feel like a strong dad which is kind of confusing really. At dinner tonight my little one was getting picked on (while we were waiting for our table) so I went and called out the drunk 18-19 year olds and straighten them out (there was about 20 of them but only one punk). I was in dad mode big time. Everything worked out fine but it got me thinking. What am I ? Girl .... boy..... both.....I guess I’m just me and I like both parts. I know it will take a long time to figure all this out but what an amazing experience. Strangers have definitely been checking me out but I can’t read the looks anymore so I just go with the flow and take it as a compliment. I was worried about this trip but reality it has proven me wrong. Again. I never know what is going to happen in a day.
The "Pink Fog" (aka, Gender Euphoria) is something many of us experience as we come into our transgender selves. It feels great, similar to the infatuation of a new love interest. For me I've wondered at times if I'm chasing it which brings up worries that I'm following something akin to the path of an addict instead of my true nature.
This came up for me yesterday morning when I read a story in a friend's blog of a 20-something AMAB person who got so caught up in his being a somewhat effeminate gay man that, with encouragement and advice, he transitioned socially. After some period of living as a woman (a year?) he decided to detransition. Thankfully he'd not embarked on only permanent changes. He now lives comfortably as a somewhat effeminate gay man.
Later in the morning I was working on my house, finishing doors, installing shelving, that sort of thing, wearing of course my old Levi's 501's (no point in staining my skinny jeans!) and a sweatshirt, my hair in a ponytail. My gender was nowhere on my mind but I contemplated that story. I was comfortable doing my work. Dara Hoffman-Fox has made the point (which I agree with) that just because we like "masculine" activities such as motorcyling, woodworking, etc., that's perfectly okay for women. I reassured myself while doing the work.
In the early afternoon I changed my clothes to go out for some errands, including a run to the lumber store. I dressed in my skinny jeans, a form-fitting REI top, earrings, and a little lipstick. I felt good about myself as I drove to the stores. In Trader Joe's I ran into a woman checker that I've gotten to know a little in one of the aisles. She'd just gotten off work. We talked for ten minutes, she's lesbian and about to be married, I'm trans, we share worries about Trump/Pence/Pompeo/Sessions, that sort of thing. She accepts me, we connected and reminded each of other of our names. At the lumber store a man who often helps me assisted me in selecting moldings and as he was ringing me up a woman checker (who happens to be lesbian) I've also worked with there came over to join our chat. I showed them a photo of closet doors I've built out of spruce.
Still later I made a spur of the moment decision to walk to a local restaurant for one of my favorite things: reading my book while enjoying a hot chocolate with brandy. The manager's a woman I've gotten to know a little who's very friendly and appreciates the small amount of business I bring to them.
Every day is my "transgender day of visibility." I don't think I look bad, and sure I'd like to pass much better. I stopped wearing foundation several weeks ago. I wore it before almost like a badge to add clarity that I was presenting as a woman. I guess it worked but of late I don't think it's necessary and is a hassle to remove. Like a pretty dress I save it for special occasions. (I'm such a sucker for pretty dresses. I can't resist!)
At the end of the day it remained clear to me that transitioning to female was absolutely the right thing for me to do. I feel good in my own skin and I think I have a joy that encourages people to connect with me. I feel a thrill when I get gussied up and that's perfectly normal. I also feel good when just going out and about.
And that's the whole point, right?
Hello again. Today I’m feeling “a bit low.” It’s going on eight months since Sue died, and maybe all this aloneness is starting to catch up with me. Then there’s the “always something there to remind me” thing like in the song. I was at a Chamber event the other evening at Westside Hospital with which we were both all too familiar, and who should I happen to run into—her oncologist. Just last week, I was prospecting in a part of town that I don’t visit, but it was where Sue had her first PET scan—seven years ago. We had our difficulties, but after 33 years, there are all the little things I miss. So, I guess I must keep soldiering on. I watched a Star Talk episode last night in which Neil De Grasse Tyson interviewed Stephen Hawking. His final remark was like Churchill: Never Give Up. Sometimes I do, but I’ll think about it tomorrow. That’s it for now.
Well I am off for the islands! This will be the first time I will be ina bathing suit since I started my transition. I am not afraid anymore. I am also ready to tell my wife but I will wait until she is in a better place in her life. It will be interesting to see how the public will react to me. In the air port I was getting a lot of looks. Not sure if they are seeing female or male. Either way I don’t mind. I’m not a shy girl and I feel confident in myself. I will let you know what happens 😍😍
I had a great day today😃. I got dressed as the real me and went for a drive. I just needed to get out of the house so off I went. I didn’t make any stops but had to go and check on some stuff for a client. I felt very alive and girly but it was all normal to me. I had on just casual clothes so I wasn’t all dolled up. I did get nervous that someone I knew would pull up next to me at a light or something but I have tinted windows so that was just in my head. Anyway it was nice to push myself a bit. I will be going on vacation and I will have to be in a bathing suit which is a little scary but we will see what happens. My body has been changing and people are starting to look at me with a tiny bit of “what’s different “ kind of thing. I just remind myself that I am a good person and I stay confident in who I am. I went golfing with my buddies for the first time in a while and they just said I have lost a lot of weight so that is cool. My breasts have gotten bigger and my nipples hurt if I push on them. My but is bigger as well and muscle mass is going down showing more bones than before. I have been doing yoga and it is shaping my body nicely. My skin is sooooooo soft and my eyes are more green now than before. My eye lashes have also gotten darker/longer as well. When I was driving today I pulled down the visor to look in the mirror and I could only see from my eyes down and I said wow I do look really girly. Crazy cool. I have also been trying to help some other trans friends here locally which is nice. I’m kind of turning into a mentor which is just bizarre to me. I not sure how I feel about that....I guess it’s good. I just don’t feel like I know enough and I don’t wanna steer somebody in the wrong direction accidentally. So I will be careful there. Thanks to all for your help😍
As I continue going through my therapy sessions it’s all becoming clear to me. I know what Iam and what I want to do next. My emotions are all cleard up. Now I think it’s time to come up with plan for what’s next which Iam happy about. The truth is Iam a women on the inside and now I want to be a women on the outside.
Well I am sitting here having my feet rubbed while getting a pedicure & manicure. There is a lot of maintenance that goes on with all this transition stuff but there are great perks too! Very relaxing. I was at my yoga class this morning and we have this new instructor who is great. I have been chatting it up with him just a bit and I think he is a very nice guy. Another guy is usually with him and they are probably a couple but I haven’t asked yet. I think that his partner is transitioning MTF but I don’t want to offend anyone so I haven’t asked. I guess that I will just be ready for the right moment. It would be great to make another friend that is MTF and in about the same stage of transition ( if I’m correct), as far as I can tell anyway. I made a mistake awhile back when I asked someone in private and they said no they weren’t transitioning and left it at that. Then I felt so bad about it..... and he said nothing....so I came out to him! What the hell...was I thinking. I wasn’t thinking. I am laughing at myself pretty hard right now. Another good day and my wife has started working on herself a little bit. Little more makeup, talking about weight loss, didn’t drink last night so I’m happy about that. We will see how it goes. Well off to work!😍
you no longer get diagnose with GID. its gender dysphoria. I am constantly have to live 2 identities. One is who i am. The other is who i have to be for everone to be comfortable, for my safety, and for my benefit. this is reason for me to go out as a man and no other. and for me this is the hardest part about my transition. its not the hormones its not dressing like a girl or anthing else. just the fact that i alway been a loner and now i have to try do it as a female. girls whove been sexually assaulted and raped will sometime dress like men for their protection and it have nothing do with passing, its fact that guys dont want to mess w someone who is girl that mirror themself.
the biggest set back in all this is when others dont even try to respect your decision and will try to flip the table for this to be a mental disorder or anthing but the obvious. not all cases of transgender patients have to do with mental illness. Sometimes the mental illness have to do with trying to live two identities in one body. its overwhelming difficult to keep up with. i lose the energy a lot. im depressed cus i cant be who i am. my mind constantly have to use my gender as a mode with a switch instead of natural congruency.
one of the biggest limiting factos for all my projblems have been money. coming from poor areas of life, i learned to hide who i am and just work the job. i did this for money and to be able to work. when i find myself focus on this issues of my life, yes it is one of most difficult thing to come to term with. i wish i had that option when i was 18 even. i never felt worthy of a good job. i will alway just do what they tell me to do. when your livelihood is this, thats what u do. i just couldnt do it anmore. my mind was starting to crack. it became real hard to maintain both, with one being an illusion an actor a facade and the real self just corralled this small genie bottle in my head.
becaus of my limited skills and experience for doing anthing and lack of money, i just get tossed down w everone else who doesnt have this things. im a quiet person. i hate attention most times but i no im looking for something more. i dont want to feel like my best option is to do online adult entertainment, porn, or sex work. and this seem to be what i think a lot of transgirls do when theyre poor. they want the surgey and they going to do whatever it takes to get it.
what im saying w all this, is my strength was in the wrong identity if its a lie, and im forced to try work w be trangender my job market descrease in size. since im not at 100% comfort and feeling secure as woman im still deal with even more stress and this things other people need to unerstand becaus this have been this biggest obstacle. this is what causes all this weird behavior to manifest all the time. and this is why im constant depressed. the world is not going to stop to rotate and say this person needs help. it keeps on spinning and i continue to live as a dependent for someone else who thinks i dont real need money becaus i will just waste it or leave them. so it s ok for them to succeed but nothing change for me. i cant really be taken serious because i constant feel like if i get to liberal im going to be homeless again.
ive done this bouncing around for so long, couch surfed for so long, and now im in my 40s. i dont have kids. i dont have skills for using in a job. i have a degree thats outdated becaus i took my dads advice and when he said "be a trucker" i did it. i dont no why but i keep attracting this dominant women who want to push me around and argue w me when all i real want at this point is my own space and the ability to say no and not compromise ever f----ing time. i been called all the names they dont bother me. but u no sometimes i wonder what its like to live w out these shackles on to do what i want w out being monitored 24/7, w being left just enough resources for survival and thats it. i keep thinking thing will change if i just keep waiting and do more of what im told but it just make me angrier. becaus i no the minute the situation was changed and if i had the financial resources, i woulnt stay in here. id do it alone. im not talking about hand me down or pity money. im talking about job opportunity, not a porn actress. someting i can do.
live as a woman as your gender. lol. i done home maker for long time. but funny that doesnt get counted. only the fashion show and runway model get the attention and only a skirt count as being passable. when your someone's moon in life and even if its not romantic, you rely on them for everthing. its a constant battle for existence. at times im at such low points. any progress i make cant just be like tide coming in and out. i get emotional about this. i cry. i think back on all the mistakes i made i try to imagine if i transitioned 20 years ago. i live in this place. its all i have. its only thing that keeps me going sometime. but i guess the big thing is, when someone say they dont believe im trangender or im not going pass and that someone is the earth i depend on to survive, yea its hard to take.
i ekep try to be who i am cus im the moon. my rules are different. who im am where i sit make sense but for everone else im an airhead. im not saying im stupid, just that i live in my dream so much reality takese second seat for my coping w this expeience. thank for reading this.
so this month been going good i started going thru a lot of things. i am going to some weightloss seminar and i got some new clothes. i went to see an old friend after months of talk to no one. we talk for a long time and i told her what was going on w me when we take a car ride becuz i dont want say that in front of her kids. she just was like. that so fucking cool. you was born both and u get to choose to be a girl. so now it like i am just being more of myself but becaus my roomie tell ppl around here im a man thats how they no me. one of the neighbor keep saying that and we actual get along ok but now im in a position where im about to just say it becaus i dont want keep hiding. i feel like im getting push to this compromised position again becaus i cant provide for myself and im dependent on welfare to try to make this all work. im start to feel confident but it get shot down ever time someone just start talk to me like im a man. i think its strange becaus this never happen my whole life growing up and now all sudden people want to just say that.
im gettintg tired of this being constant source the depression. its making me miserable i feel trapped and im really just want to move but im stuck here. i want be happy for other ppl when good things happen but when are ppl going notice the good thing to happen for me. it like what im doing dont matter becaus im a homemaker and that what i no how to do. and none of it seem to be very appreciated at all becaus it dont make money. i feel like my value just determine by how much money i can make and since im not make money, value = 0. im trying get more confident so i can just be a scretary or something becaus im good to organize things. im tired of living on a couch. this make things very difficult on all levels. ever time i get a little control it just get taken away and im right back at square 1.
then tonight the jealousy come in. how come u making the neighbor cupcakes and not me. well the neighbor dont trash the place and tell me they paying all the bills and demand food and argue w me all the time and say, "this how i no your a man". i no im not making money. im not stupid but im not a slave either. and i no i do everthing. they dont do anthing and if i dont clean the place nothing gets done and it dont matter anways. im real just tired of this argument because i am tired of hearing about how great they are at multitasking on a pc when they got no clue what multitasking real is. one these days things are going change and they can go back to livng in a cave.
it's a little embarrassing, but I am frequently being held up as a role model at our staff meetings. This despite the fact that I haven't made any sales recently, although that is going to change. I guess it's just that I work every day like we are told to do. There is no way around it. Unless you put in the time making calls and setting appointments, you don't have a chance to make sales presentations and close deals. I really don't think that I work that hard. But anyway. I did open another account today with a Bail Bonds and Investigations office. Great guy. He even wants to take me to an exclusive club he belongs to for lunch and even dinner. It may be an introduction for me into the legal world which up to now has been a tough nut to crack for me. I also made one direct sale--not a lot of money, but something. I finally got my neighbour who owns a flooring business to take a look at what we have to offer. I've got a lot of other appointments coming up, so we'll see how it goes. And tonight I went to another speed networking event the Chamber puts on. My little presentation seemed to go okay, and I did meet a lot of nice people again. I'll follow up with notes. I think things will come together by and by.