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  • 24 Sep 2015
    I've been wondering for a while now whether some of my motivation issues are do to being stuck in a body that's not mine. I've tried looking as much as a man as I can with this female body. But every time I go to work out to build the muscle I need I just sort of hide under the covers instead. I may not be able to change my gender right now but I can at least try building up the muscle to change my figure a bit. I'm starting to think my depression is due to this rather than anything else. Well I am taking a psych class this semester so maybe I can learn from that how to work on fixing some issues I have. 
    860 Posted by Alex Nagle
  • I've been wondering for a while now whether some of my motivation issues are do to being stuck in a body that's not mine. I've tried looking as much as a man as I can with this female body. But every time I go to work out to build the muscle I need I just sort of hide under the covers instead. I may not be able to change my gender right now but I can at least try building up the muscle to change my figure a bit. I'm starting to think my depression is due to this rather than anything else. Well I am taking a psych class this semester so maybe I can learn from that how to work on fixing some issues I have. 
    Sep 24, 2015 860
  • 09 Sep 2015
    Not  too  long ago  I  got  to  do something  I  have  not  done  since  I was 13 years  old and that was to walk  home  down an old  country  road . When I was  younger  I  lived  in Rual country and  my  friend  at the time  lived  2 Km from  home . I  recall it  like  yesturday  we  be walking  or  riding  our  bicycles  to  he's  home  or  mine . In winter we  would  cheat  by  walking  on the  lake  ice  because it  was  shorter  and  it  saved  time . A  few  day s ago  I got to  sort  of  relive one  of  my  old  childhood  memories only the  distance  was  much  farther  8  Km . In  my  day  we  wouild  stop  at this   house where   this  very  friendly man lived  and  he would  offer  us  cookies  and  water  from  his  outside  well with the  old  hand pump. on this  day   I  had  no  water  or  cookies  to  help  me  on my  long  journey home on foot . the  only  things  I  had  with  me  was  my  cell phone and  sun glasses and  I was  only  dressed  in  black silk  shorts , white  Tee   and water  shoes . that  long  walk  was  not  easy  for  someone  like  me  because  of  my  health problems Diebeties and  heart condition . I  know what  some  of  you  must  be  thinking  why  not  get a ride   from someone  ? call it  what  ever you want  pride, stubborness ,stupidty  I  choes  to  walk  because  I  know  I  can do this. this was  not  a  planned  walk  in  fact  it  was  done  because  I  had  been to  my  friends  house  by  means  of a  "Personal  Watercraft"  "PWC"  and  I  had  some  mechanical isues that had  I tried  to  return  home  with  it  would have  been  "life  threatning ". So  I  opted  to  walk  home  for the  good  of  my  health  and if  I  could  not  do it  I  could all ways  place a  call  for a ride . My  first  few  Km's   was  easy  because  of the  pine  trees  that  partly  shaded  the  road but  I was  not  long  after  that  I  incounered my  biggest  test  of  self  indurance.there  was a good  streach  of  open road  with  farming  fields  on each  side   and  as  you  walked  there  was  abit  of a  grade to the  road as  you went on .As  crazy  as  It  sounds  this was  a very  Hot  sunny  day  as the  temp was  over  34 C  with  very  to  no  wind  at times . As  I walked along  at a  good  pace   many things  when thru  my  mind mostly  of  movies  . I  had  stopped  4 times  to  rest   and  sit  for  10 mins  befor  moving  on down the road but  I  made it  home  !! Would  I  do it again ?....Hell  Yeah !! .....lol
    1340 Posted by Karen Elena Tea
  • Not  too  long ago  I  got  to  do something  I  have  not  done  since  I was 13 years  old and that was to walk  home  down an old  country  road . When I was  younger  I  lived  in Rual country and  my  friend  at the time  lived  2 Km from  home . I  recall it  like  yesturday  we  be walking  or  riding  our  bicycles  to  he's  home  or  mine . In winter we  would  cheat  by  walking  on the  lake  ice  because it  was  shorter  and  it  saved  time . A  few  day s ago  I got to  sort  of  relive one  of  my  old  childhood  memories only the  distance  was  much  farther  8  Km . In  my  day  we  wouild  stop  at this   house where   this  very  friendly man lived  and  he would  offer  us  cookies  and  water  from  his  outside  well with the  old  hand pump. on this  day   I  had  no  water  or  cookies  to  help  me  on my  long  journey home on foot . the  only  things  I  had  with  me  was  my  cell phone and  sun glasses and  I was  only  dressed  in  black silk  shorts , white  Tee   and water  shoes . that  long  walk  was  not  easy  for  someone  like  me  because  of  my  health problems Diebeties and  heart condition . I  know what  some  of  you  must  be  thinking  why  not  get a ride   from someone  ? call it  what  ever you want  pride, stubborness ,stupidty  I  choes  to  walk  because  I  know  I  can do this. this was  not  a  planned  walk  in  fact  it  was  done  because  I  had  been to  my  friends  house  by  means  of a  "Personal  Watercraft"  "PWC"  and  I  had  some  mechanical isues that had  I tried  to  return  home  with  it  would have  been  "life  threatning ". So  I  opted  to  walk  home  for the  good  of  my  health  and if  I  could  not  do it  I  could all ways  place a  call  for a ride . My  first  few  Km's   was  easy  because  of the  pine  trees  that  partly  shaded  the  road but  I was  not  long  after  that  I  incounered my  biggest  test  of  self  indurance.there  was a good  streach  of  open road  with  farming  fields  on each  side   and  as  you  walked  there  was  abit  of a  grade to the  road as  you went on .As  crazy  as  It  sounds  this was  a very  Hot  sunny  day  as the  temp was  over  34 C  with  very  to  no  wind  at times . As  I walked along  at a  good  pace   many things  when thru  my  mind mostly  of  movies  . I  had  stopped  4 times  to  rest   and  sit  for  10 mins  befor  moving  on down the road but  I  made it  home  !! Would  I  do it again ?....Hell  Yeah !! .....lol
    Sep 09, 2015 1340
  • 24 Aug 2015
    Hello, I'm Kris and this will be my first blog post. I just joined this site recently and I've been really hesitent to joining the community because I come from a religious family... I'm currently trying to figure out if I am transgender, transsexual, or if I'm just going through gender identity... I shouldn't say just because even if it is that I absolutely can't stand it! Every time I'm called a she/her, pretty/beautiful I get upset... I hate that feeling because I know it's supposed to be a compliment, but I take it as an insult. I've been fighting this since I was a kid, but it didn't become that apparent until 8th grade. Anyway, I'd love to make friends on here and (off topic a bit) if anyone here has a wattpad account, let me know. :) I love to write and I one day hope my stories can be animated. 
    1211 Posted by Kris McKinley
  • Hello, I'm Kris and this will be my first blog post. I just joined this site recently and I've been really hesitent to joining the community because I come from a religious family... I'm currently trying to figure out if I am transgender, transsexual, or if I'm just going through gender identity... I shouldn't say just because even if it is that I absolutely can't stand it! Every time I'm called a she/her, pretty/beautiful I get upset... I hate that feeling because I know it's supposed to be a compliment, but I take it as an insult. I've been fighting this since I was a kid, but it didn't become that apparent until 8th grade. Anyway, I'd love to make friends on here and (off topic a bit) if anyone here has a wattpad account, let me know. :) I love to write and I one day hope my stories can be animated. 
    Aug 24, 2015 1211
  • 19 Jun 2015
    Confused?  Who am I?    I am a man who should have been born a girl.  As a child I did not like boy play.  I preferred girl’s styles.  I believe that I was more mature at an early age reading a lot like girls.  I lived in a neighborhood of boys (most of whom ended up gay) and girls who played nice.  We did play with legos and trains; but we also played house and did crafts.  We never played rough boy sports.  My first bad boy experience was baseball.  I could not pitch, hit, throw, and I was afraid of the ball.  I eventually quit and went back to playing with the neighbors.  In third grade, I switched schools and suddenly was confronted with school sports.  Many of the girls were better than me.  However, I was a top student and very organized.   I was an avid reader including reading all of the Little House on the Prairie books written from Laura’s point of view.  I could not play boys sports and struggled to fit in with groups of boys.  For example at summer camp, I escaped boy things and spent all of my time doing crafts.  I did not fit in at camp.  In Junior High, gym was my most hated class.  I was teased and could not do any sports very well.  I had a kid who picked on me every day throwing punches at me.  I did not know what to do.  It went on for months.  Eventually, I fought him to a draw and it ended.  I also quit getting good grades in order to fit in for three disasterous years.  I am confident that this never would have happened if I had been able to be a girl.  In ninth grade, I decided to overcome my obstacles by playing football.  I was of course too small.   I could not do this flip thing so even the coaches laughed at me while they made me try do it over and over.  I did not quit.  Later, in high school I adapted managing to fit in as a male, but was never really popular because I was not masculine enough.  Dating was a nightmare.  I hated to be the one to ask girls out and be rejected, oh to have been the girl instead!  Art was my favorite class where I sat with girls as equals.  When I read the Diary of Ann Frank, I thought that I really could relate to her feelings as a girl.  When I read books with a female as the main character, I am that character.  It also turned out that my best friend growing up was gay, another escape from boy play. I have always wanted to look like a girl.  In seventh grade, we went to Mexica and I got a silver necklace.  I remember liking to wear it because it made me feel more like a girl.  In high school, I tried to fit in by dressing nicer and looking better, blowing my hair dry, etc.   I wore boy cloths; but I remember looking at girls color combinations and comparing myself and matching them.  In college, I bought a white hoody for myself because I liked the way it looked on girls; after I got it I felt good looking more like a girl.  No one knew.  Even now I like to lose weight because it is healthier; but it also makes me feel more like a girl; and I like that! Eventually, I dated.  I found more success with girls by being more like a girl.  I had a serious girlfriend in college.  We did everything together.   Again, we were both doing female things, cooking, etc. I lived by myself after college for many years and became self sufficient doing traditional male and female jobs.  Later, I got married and had kids.  We had a good relationship for a few years.  After that,  we lost interest in each other. Since that time we have raised our daughters.  I am their Dad, but I am not sure if I am not a Mom too?  I have cooked, cleaned, done their laundry made their school lunches, breakfasts, driven them all over, etc.  I have worked out of my house for the last 20 years.  My life is like a stay at home mom except I also do many business things.  When I think of it, I have already adopted a female lifestyle except I don’t dress the part. I paid a severe price for my divorce and have been scared ever since.   But, even with women who I like, I am not sure about my sexual attraction to them.  So, I thought that I might be gay since I am attracted to one part of the male body.  I then started examining it further taking sexuality tests.  I realized that I am not attracted to men at all except one very important part. When I examined it further, I realized that I am also transgender because I feel more like a girl.  But, I have not felt the need to change my sex so far.  I am trying to figure this out.  I am thinking that I would be happy with a transgender women.  But, I don’t know for sure. I am really happy that I am figuring this out.  We all have to be who we are.  I have been successful in my career.  I think that part of my success came from the adversity of being a male early in my life.  I became tough.  I have done well and am creative with business.  In my wildest thoughts until now I never attributed it to my really being a girl.  But, I think that there is something to that.  I need to think about it more.  Go Girls Go!   What do you think?
    1040 Posted by Jodie Yerington
  • Confused?  Who am I?    I am a man who should have been born a girl.  As a child I did not like boy play.  I preferred girl’s styles.  I believe that I was more mature at an early age reading a lot like girls.  I lived in a neighborhood of boys (most of whom ended up gay) and girls who played nice.  We did play with legos and trains; but we also played house and did crafts.  We never played rough boy sports.  My first bad boy experience was baseball.  I could not pitch, hit, throw, and I was afraid of the ball.  I eventually quit and went back to playing with the neighbors.  In third grade, I switched schools and suddenly was confronted with school sports.  Many of the girls were better than me.  However, I was a top student and very organized.   I was an avid reader including reading all of the Little House on the Prairie books written from Laura’s point of view.  I could not play boys sports and struggled to fit in with groups of boys.  For example at summer camp, I escaped boy things and spent all of my time doing crafts.  I did not fit in at camp.  In Junior High, gym was my most hated class.  I was teased and could not do any sports very well.  I had a kid who picked on me every day throwing punches at me.  I did not know what to do.  It went on for months.  Eventually, I fought him to a draw and it ended.  I also quit getting good grades in order to fit in for three disasterous years.  I am confident that this never would have happened if I had been able to be a girl.  In ninth grade, I decided to overcome my obstacles by playing football.  I was of course too small.   I could not do this flip thing so even the coaches laughed at me while they made me try do it over and over.  I did not quit.  Later, in high school I adapted managing to fit in as a male, but was never really popular because I was not masculine enough.  Dating was a nightmare.  I hated to be the one to ask girls out and be rejected, oh to have been the girl instead!  Art was my favorite class where I sat with girls as equals.  When I read the Diary of Ann Frank, I thought that I really could relate to her feelings as a girl.  When I read books with a female as the main character, I am that character.  It also turned out that my best friend growing up was gay, another escape from boy play. I have always wanted to look like a girl.  In seventh grade, we went to Mexica and I got a silver necklace.  I remember liking to wear it because it made me feel more like a girl.  In high school, I tried to fit in by dressing nicer and looking better, blowing my hair dry, etc.   I wore boy cloths; but I remember looking at girls color combinations and comparing myself and matching them.  In college, I bought a white hoody for myself because I liked the way it looked on girls; after I got it I felt good looking more like a girl.  No one knew.  Even now I like to lose weight because it is healthier; but it also makes me feel more like a girl; and I like that! Eventually, I dated.  I found more success with girls by being more like a girl.  I had a serious girlfriend in college.  We did everything together.   Again, we were both doing female things, cooking, etc. I lived by myself after college for many years and became self sufficient doing traditional male and female jobs.  Later, I got married and had kids.  We had a good relationship for a few years.  After that,  we lost interest in each other. Since that time we have raised our daughters.  I am their Dad, but I am not sure if I am not a Mom too?  I have cooked, cleaned, done their laundry made their school lunches, breakfasts, driven them all over, etc.  I have worked out of my house for the last 20 years.  My life is like a stay at home mom except I also do many business things.  When I think of it, I have already adopted a female lifestyle except I don’t dress the part. I paid a severe price for my divorce and have been scared ever since.   But, even with women who I like, I am not sure about my sexual attraction to them.  So, I thought that I might be gay since I am attracted to one part of the male body.  I then started examining it further taking sexuality tests.  I realized that I am not attracted to men at all except one very important part. When I examined it further, I realized that I am also transgender because I feel more like a girl.  But, I have not felt the need to change my sex so far.  I am trying to figure this out.  I am thinking that I would be happy with a transgender women.  But, I don’t know for sure. I am really happy that I am figuring this out.  We all have to be who we are.  I have been successful in my career.  I think that part of my success came from the adversity of being a male early in my life.  I became tough.  I have done well and am creative with business.  In my wildest thoughts until now I never attributed it to my really being a girl.  But, I think that there is something to that.  I need to think about it more.  Go Girls Go!   What do you think?
    Jun 19, 2015 1040
  • 10 May 2015
    Well, this has been an interesting week on my road to womanhood. It's amazing that until up to a few months ago, I was unaware that the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) Health Services provided services for transgendered veterans. Now I am actually getting assistance in my transition.   This week, I attended a group session on Monday. Thyis was my first time with the group session. I must say that I am getting much more comfortable going out "en femme." This time driving city streets round trip during rush hour. The group session is in the South Texas Veterans' Medical Center & Audie Murphy Memorial Veterans' Hospital. People were holding doors for me and I was getting a few "good afternoon, Ma'am" from patients & staff alike. Works great on a woman's ego.    On Wednesday, I had a bone density scan. The test was very short, only took about 15 minutes. I got a call from my endocrinology doctor about an hour or so later telling me the test come back good and to start taking the Spironolactone as prescribed. I will be on that for 3 months before I get Estrodiol and the physical changes that will bring.    Thursday was the twice-monthly meeting of the San Antonio Gender Association (SAGA), another trip during rush hour en femme. As I said, I am definitely getting more comfortable going out.   Today was our local election day, voting for Mayor, City Council, and a few rivisions to the city charter. Unfortunately because of texas voter-ID laws, I had to do that "en homme."   Well, that was the week that was. Have a great rest of the weekend, y'all!
    1057 Posted by Daphne Anne Farr
  • Well, this has been an interesting week on my road to womanhood. It's amazing that until up to a few months ago, I was unaware that the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) Health Services provided services for transgendered veterans. Now I am actually getting assistance in my transition.   This week, I attended a group session on Monday. Thyis was my first time with the group session. I must say that I am getting much more comfortable going out "en femme." This time driving city streets round trip during rush hour. The group session is in the South Texas Veterans' Medical Center & Audie Murphy Memorial Veterans' Hospital. People were holding doors for me and I was getting a few "good afternoon, Ma'am" from patients & staff alike. Works great on a woman's ego.    On Wednesday, I had a bone density scan. The test was very short, only took about 15 minutes. I got a call from my endocrinology doctor about an hour or so later telling me the test come back good and to start taking the Spironolactone as prescribed. I will be on that for 3 months before I get Estrodiol and the physical changes that will bring.    Thursday was the twice-monthly meeting of the San Antonio Gender Association (SAGA), another trip during rush hour en femme. As I said, I am definitely getting more comfortable going out.   Today was our local election day, voting for Mayor, City Council, and a few rivisions to the city charter. Unfortunately because of texas voter-ID laws, I had to do that "en homme."   Well, that was the week that was. Have a great rest of the weekend, y'all!
    May 10, 2015 1057
  • 06 Nov 2014
    Well, here's that update I warned you about. Had my first meeting with my gender specialist. I like her a lot and she's one of the few gender specialist in Indiana. We actually had a video conference instead of my driving all the way to the other end of the state to meet her face to face. Her end of the video feed was great. My end, she said, not so much. I guess it was tough for her to see me at all (maybe a blessing in disquise). She asked me why I thought might be transgendered rather than just a garden variety crossdresser. When I told her that I first knew there was something "wrong" with me at age 4 and that I had broken mother's heart by asking for an "Easy Bake" oven rather that a Red Ryder BB gun when I was six, she just nodded her head and said "yeah, that's pretty early for anyone to know that they're different that other kids". She was very thorough and I have a ton of homework to do before our next appointment. My homework is in the form of writing my life's story up until now. She asked me what my intentions were and I told her that I would like to transition as far physically and mentally as is prudent for a girl my age. She asked if I had considered surgery. I said I had but I didn't know that since I was as old as methuzala's sister that might keep me from having it. She said that an orchiectomy would not be an problem for me. She also asked me about if I thought I wanted to be on hormone's in the future because she would have to refer me to an endocrinologist to get me started. After spending the hour talking, she said that she had a clear direction on where we should go from here and would like me to write about my life from beginning to now. I said that I would do that and I have been working on it but I have a long way to go before our next meeting at the end of November. I feeling pretty positive about this and can't wait to see what she has to say about my life thus far. It could be a mini-series on Oprah. I'm opening doors that have been locked tight for decades not just years and that is scaring the hell out of me. What if, after all this soul searching and self scrutiny, she says that I'm not transgendered, I'm just batshit crazy? Then what? I'm still looking for the right time to talk to my boss about my transition and all that that implies. My goal is to still have a job and a roof over my head when that talk is over. I keep coming back to Amy Hepker and how she suddenly ended up living in her car. I am NOT ready for that. I feel terrible she is in that situation.  That thought keeps me up at night sometimes. Wish me luck and tune in often because this soap opera gets better as it goes along. I'll keep you posted. I wonder when I have the orchiectomy if that will make me less "nuts" mentally.
    1367 Posted by Marissa Mallo, News Hound
  • Well, here's that update I warned you about. Had my first meeting with my gender specialist. I like her a lot and she's one of the few gender specialist in Indiana. We actually had a video conference instead of my driving all the way to the other end of the state to meet her face to face. Her end of the video feed was great. My end, she said, not so much. I guess it was tough for her to see me at all (maybe a blessing in disquise). She asked me why I thought might be transgendered rather than just a garden variety crossdresser. When I told her that I first knew there was something "wrong" with me at age 4 and that I had broken mother's heart by asking for an "Easy Bake" oven rather that a Red Ryder BB gun when I was six, she just nodded her head and said "yeah, that's pretty early for anyone to know that they're different that other kids". She was very thorough and I have a ton of homework to do before our next appointment. My homework is in the form of writing my life's story up until now. She asked me what my intentions were and I told her that I would like to transition as far physically and mentally as is prudent for a girl my age. She asked if I had considered surgery. I said I had but I didn't know that since I was as old as methuzala's sister that might keep me from having it. She said that an orchiectomy would not be an problem for me. She also asked me about if I thought I wanted to be on hormone's in the future because she would have to refer me to an endocrinologist to get me started. After spending the hour talking, she said that she had a clear direction on where we should go from here and would like me to write about my life from beginning to now. I said that I would do that and I have been working on it but I have a long way to go before our next meeting at the end of November. I feeling pretty positive about this and can't wait to see what she has to say about my life thus far. It could be a mini-series on Oprah. I'm opening doors that have been locked tight for decades not just years and that is scaring the hell out of me. What if, after all this soul searching and self scrutiny, she says that I'm not transgendered, I'm just batshit crazy? Then what? I'm still looking for the right time to talk to my boss about my transition and all that that implies. My goal is to still have a job and a roof over my head when that talk is over. I keep coming back to Amy Hepker and how she suddenly ended up living in her car. I am NOT ready for that. I feel terrible she is in that situation.  That thought keeps me up at night sometimes. Wish me luck and tune in often because this soap opera gets better as it goes along. I'll keep you posted. I wonder when I have the orchiectomy if that will make me less "nuts" mentally.
    Nov 06, 2014 1367
  • 21 Sep 2014
    Oh my god, I have finally did.  Actually did it and I still can't believe it.  Oh my God.   Now you may be wondering what it is that I did.  Well sadly didn't find those magic lottery numbers, sigh.  Didn't find a cure for baldness, damm nor did I find a way to get rid of all those hairs that we girls have that we don't want like chest hair, beards, etc.   Oh, now what I am talking about is my first time out and about in public.  Yes that's right, after nearly 13 or 14 years of dreaming, my first time out came and I nearly died in the first 10 minutes of it of shame.  So how, where, what, who, why, etc happened.  Then let me tell a short story.  Sitting comfortable?  Good, then I begin.  Long, long time ago in a galaxy far far away......   Well, I finally got the equipment, wig, breast forms, bum and hip enhancements and finally the clothes that were chosen for the day.  Paced them in an old rugsack which I had since the early 90s and off I went listening to some rock music to calm me down and make me excited at the same time.  I took the bus to Walsall and then waited for the train to Birmingham.  Got out of the New Street station and then got lost.  Yes that's right, got lost.  New Street was rebuilt and one fo the new entracnes made the street corner looked different.  Blast.  It took me about 5 minutes to find a pub on a corner to find my bearings.  Then I walked to Nightingale nightclub, where the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar was.     The BBB is a fetish event held on the third Sunday on the month.  Went before to see what it was like after a young lady called Faye Sanders recommended it for me.  Faye helped me to shop for a few clothes, 2 that I was going to wear, and has a business to helop Trans ladies like us with dressing services, escorted shopping trips, etc.  At the BBB, she sells wigs but I will get tot hat in a second.   Anyway, got to the Nightingale, padi to get in, got to the dressing room and went in as Paul and came out as Suzy.  For the past hour and a bit of travelling I was both nervous and excited as hell at the same time and just couldn't believe it.  As soon as I entered the dressing room, I knew that there was no way I was going to chicken out.   And now for that shame I mentioned before,   Was never great with hair or wigs anyway and I have always like to have shoulder length wigs.  I am looking up at the ceiling right now asking why?  My god, it was terrible.  I must have looked like I put my head with the wig on in the washing machine and did a cycle.   Luckily I knew someone with a stall with wigs on to help me.  How cheeky am I?  Anyway, once that stupid wig was dealt with, I went off and did.....well whatever.  Had a couple of bottles of beer, looked at the other stalls, feet were hurting with the boots but heck  It wasn't Paul's feet hurting, it was Suzy's feet hurting.  It wasn't Paul who was walking around the BBB event.  It was Suzy who was walking around the BBB event.     I felt right being there is he only way I can describe it.  Okay, just Faye was the only person I knew there but it was only the second time I was there and besides I normally go off to places by myself but it just felt right and I felt at home with myself.   Another good thing came out of it.  Bought another wig....and this time a lot shorter wither less hair strands trying to kill me by clogging up my mouth.  Stupid wigs.  So now I am nearlyu ready to go out again in Wolverhampton next Saturday for their PRIDE.   And finally, it's funny you know that for me this week is like a bus route.  Nothing comes around for 14 years and I am going out twice in 7 days.    
    1950 Posted by Suzy Russell
  • Oh my god, I have finally did.  Actually did it and I still can't believe it.  Oh my God.   Now you may be wondering what it is that I did.  Well sadly didn't find those magic lottery numbers, sigh.  Didn't find a cure for baldness, damm nor did I find a way to get rid of all those hairs that we girls have that we don't want like chest hair, beards, etc.   Oh, now what I am talking about is my first time out and about in public.  Yes that's right, after nearly 13 or 14 years of dreaming, my first time out came and I nearly died in the first 10 minutes of it of shame.  So how, where, what, who, why, etc happened.  Then let me tell a short story.  Sitting comfortable?  Good, then I begin.  Long, long time ago in a galaxy far far away......   Well, I finally got the equipment, wig, breast forms, bum and hip enhancements and finally the clothes that were chosen for the day.  Paced them in an old rugsack which I had since the early 90s and off I went listening to some rock music to calm me down and make me excited at the same time.  I took the bus to Walsall and then waited for the train to Birmingham.  Got out of the New Street station and then got lost.  Yes that's right, got lost.  New Street was rebuilt and one fo the new entracnes made the street corner looked different.  Blast.  It took me about 5 minutes to find a pub on a corner to find my bearings.  Then I walked to Nightingale nightclub, where the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar was.     The BBB is a fetish event held on the third Sunday on the month.  Went before to see what it was like after a young lady called Faye Sanders recommended it for me.  Faye helped me to shop for a few clothes, 2 that I was going to wear, and has a business to helop Trans ladies like us with dressing services, escorted shopping trips, etc.  At the BBB, she sells wigs but I will get tot hat in a second.   Anyway, got to the Nightingale, padi to get in, got to the dressing room and went in as Paul and came out as Suzy.  For the past hour and a bit of travelling I was both nervous and excited as hell at the same time and just couldn't believe it.  As soon as I entered the dressing room, I knew that there was no way I was going to chicken out.   And now for that shame I mentioned before,   Was never great with hair or wigs anyway and I have always like to have shoulder length wigs.  I am looking up at the ceiling right now asking why?  My god, it was terrible.  I must have looked like I put my head with the wig on in the washing machine and did a cycle.   Luckily I knew someone with a stall with wigs on to help me.  How cheeky am I?  Anyway, once that stupid wig was dealt with, I went off and did.....well whatever.  Had a couple of bottles of beer, looked at the other stalls, feet were hurting with the boots but heck  It wasn't Paul's feet hurting, it was Suzy's feet hurting.  It wasn't Paul who was walking around the BBB event.  It was Suzy who was walking around the BBB event.     I felt right being there is he only way I can describe it.  Okay, just Faye was the only person I knew there but it was only the second time I was there and besides I normally go off to places by myself but it just felt right and I felt at home with myself.   Another good thing came out of it.  Bought another wig....and this time a lot shorter wither less hair strands trying to kill me by clogging up my mouth.  Stupid wigs.  So now I am nearlyu ready to go out again in Wolverhampton next Saturday for their PRIDE.   And finally, it's funny you know that for me this week is like a bus route.  Nothing comes around for 14 years and I am going out twice in 7 days.    
    Sep 21, 2014 1950
  • 05 Sep 2014
    I finally got most of my worst physical issues under control.  Then disaster hit.  Sundance is in need of constant supervision.  I was injured and have problems with my neck and brain injury (either or both could be permanent). I cannot physically care for Sundance any more.  I have been in a great deal of pain and needed narcotic pain killers.  I am on them at the moment and still in a moderate degree of pain.  It can be difficult even to prepare food and when I can I can be too nauseated to eat when it is ready, but I can eat now more than I could at first.  I made cheeseburgers this week and it was a major victory.  I am also preparing to move into my own apt.  It is all slow going and there are major issues physical, mental and emotional.  Just coming here tonight and typing has made my head explode.  I miss the GS and hope my injuries will repair and let me spend more time here.  Some of the girls I have met here are giving me moral support...well, not you, Joni, I would never accuse you of morality, gf :-D. [Joni is, despite her protestations of sluthood, one of the sweetest, kindest, most generous people I know to her friends and to total strangers.]   Joni has been one of my two pillars from GS for a long time now.  It's odd how GS is wrapped around my life now, like a morning glory vine.  Tracy and I mett and chatted at my other pillar's home in VA not too long ago and I passed another GS acquaintance, literally, in the night coming back from DC and missing her message until I was way past her home.  I have gone from feeling alone in this world to tripping over T Girls at times.  It makes me feel less alone when I am alone and makes Wendy stronger.   I am sorry I am not around more.  I want to be.  I never know if the next day will be good or if I will be suicidal  from the pain levels that are sometimes intolerable form my recent injury.  The treatments for the injuries cause their own pain and nausea and the meds make me stupid and sleepy.  I, who avoid over the counter pain meds normally,  am taking narcotics just to stay alive and medical marijuana has, quite literally, saved my liife three times this year during attacks of suicidal levels of pain.  in addition to relieving conditions doctors have been unable to successfully treat for decades.  My friends, including ones I met here, are what keeps me from ending the pain permanently.  I love them too much to leave them,...so far.  Without the MJ I would not be here.  Really.   There is some sign that the symptoms are improving, so I have hope.  I am looking foward to having my own place and seeing Sundance daily, though I cry from what has  happened to her and the loss of her  intellectual company and friendship and support for Wendy.   I have NOT "buggered off" on you all, as mum would say.  If I survive this I will be back.   Next time I am on my blog it will be back to my old musings and blitherings.  Be Warned.   Love,   Wendy
    1266 Posted by wendy larsen
  • I finally got most of my worst physical issues under control.  Then disaster hit.  Sundance is in need of constant supervision.  I was injured and have problems with my neck and brain injury (either or both could be permanent). I cannot physically care for Sundance any more.  I have been in a great deal of pain and needed narcotic pain killers.  I am on them at the moment and still in a moderate degree of pain.  It can be difficult even to prepare food and when I can I can be too nauseated to eat when it is ready, but I can eat now more than I could at first.  I made cheeseburgers this week and it was a major victory.  I am also preparing to move into my own apt.  It is all slow going and there are major issues physical, mental and emotional.  Just coming here tonight and typing has made my head explode.  I miss the GS and hope my injuries will repair and let me spend more time here.  Some of the girls I have met here are giving me moral support...well, not you, Joni, I would never accuse you of morality, gf :-D. [Joni is, despite her protestations of sluthood, one of the sweetest, kindest, most generous people I know to her friends and to total strangers.]   Joni has been one of my two pillars from GS for a long time now.  It's odd how GS is wrapped around my life now, like a morning glory vine.  Tracy and I mett and chatted at my other pillar's home in VA not too long ago and I passed another GS acquaintance, literally, in the night coming back from DC and missing her message until I was way past her home.  I have gone from feeling alone in this world to tripping over T Girls at times.  It makes me feel less alone when I am alone and makes Wendy stronger.   I am sorry I am not around more.  I want to be.  I never know if the next day will be good or if I will be suicidal  from the pain levels that are sometimes intolerable form my recent injury.  The treatments for the injuries cause their own pain and nausea and the meds make me stupid and sleepy.  I, who avoid over the counter pain meds normally,  am taking narcotics just to stay alive and medical marijuana has, quite literally, saved my liife three times this year during attacks of suicidal levels of pain.  in addition to relieving conditions doctors have been unable to successfully treat for decades.  My friends, including ones I met here, are what keeps me from ending the pain permanently.  I love them too much to leave them,...so far.  Without the MJ I would not be here.  Really.   There is some sign that the symptoms are improving, so I have hope.  I am looking foward to having my own place and seeing Sundance daily, though I cry from what has  happened to her and the loss of her  intellectual company and friendship and support for Wendy.   I have NOT "buggered off" on you all, as mum would say.  If I survive this I will be back.   Next time I am on my blog it will be back to my old musings and blitherings.  Be Warned.   Love,   Wendy
    Sep 05, 2014 1266
  • 03 Jul 2014
    I haven't posted for a while,  and I have been through a bad spell.To just spit it out , I have got to that stage , where I NEED to make a break from those closest to me.Simply because it has become UNBEARABLE.I made a bad choice in sacrificing myself, moving back into a relation with my long term partner only to find that its become emotional torture and expectation , no room for Donna.On the surface  its happy ,smile for the neighbours. I have been though a very hard mental time up and down .I have made the break from work , made the break for myself , and now have to deal with the reality of  very probably ending the long relationship with my partner. The problems are to many and unresolvable and we go through these cycles of up and down , which she says she can not cope with. I just find I cannot talk ,she is too sensitive and says I do not make sense.I feel its right to give a release from this and move out and allow her to seek the third party to talk too. I hate  the silence of Denial.My best intentions of just carrying on , and working on the house and Garden and all this material physical things of the Shell  just crowd the light and opportunities to express a life.Hope is not enough.In many ways its true I have become a victim of my best intentions and so has she.There really is only one way now.I hope it will be a release for both of us in its way, for me released from the expectations to behave and put up a front, for her a release from the effort and mistaken belief that she needs to control me and protect me from myself.For information I have not been able to see a GP since moving back "home" as she said in the past that she could not bear the "embarrassment and pain " of the local NHs knowing that her partner was Transgendered. She is a Surgeon at the local hospital. and says she is my doctor.This is difficult as she does not accept the Current NHS view of transgendered people. I guess she does not want to see ME, the whole me   My partner has her problems , and I try to help, but the true realisation is that with best intentions we cannot Always be the best person to offer help even to those close to. This is sad , but true. This is not easy,.As a Transexual I have made many mistakes.I am not perfect , I think its now come for us to part.and allow me to be Donna[long to be the smiling girl with Long Auburn hair,not the short haired slave I see in the mirror now. In time I can only hope that She will see this as the only wayand spend time without my prescence. she knows I dont mean harm,but its clear my expressing myself as transgendered is deeply hurting her.   Thanks Lucy  "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."  (Harvey Fierstein)   First you need to feel what you want to be, and then you need to be what you want to feel  I saw this once and it struck me, its a human need for a transexual person.the need to feel and to be to have identity.instead of the imposed need  to meet other peoples expectations.   From Emma Gee[from Maddies Blog Hopeless "]."Ultimately, the key for me was the fact that I simply could not go on as I was any more. When you reach that stage, everything else will fall into place. As I'm sure many will agree, it isn't easy- but if it's the only way, it's the right way. Xx    
    887 Posted by Donna V
  • By Donna V
    I haven't posted for a while,  and I have been through a bad spell.To just spit it out , I have got to that stage , where I NEED to make a break from those closest to me.Simply because it has become UNBEARABLE.I made a bad choice in sacrificing myself, moving back into a relation with my long term partner only to find that its become emotional torture and expectation , no room for Donna.On the surface  its happy ,smile for the neighbours. I have been though a very hard mental time up and down .I have made the break from work , made the break for myself , and now have to deal with the reality of  very probably ending the long relationship with my partner. The problems are to many and unresolvable and we go through these cycles of up and down , which she says she can not cope with. I just find I cannot talk ,she is too sensitive and says I do not make sense.I feel its right to give a release from this and move out and allow her to seek the third party to talk too. I hate  the silence of Denial.My best intentions of just carrying on , and working on the house and Garden and all this material physical things of the Shell  just crowd the light and opportunities to express a life.Hope is not enough.In many ways its true I have become a victim of my best intentions and so has she.There really is only one way now.I hope it will be a release for both of us in its way, for me released from the expectations to behave and put up a front, for her a release from the effort and mistaken belief that she needs to control me and protect me from myself.For information I have not been able to see a GP since moving back "home" as she said in the past that she could not bear the "embarrassment and pain " of the local NHs knowing that her partner was Transgendered. She is a Surgeon at the local hospital. and says she is my doctor.This is difficult as she does not accept the Current NHS view of transgendered people. I guess she does not want to see ME, the whole me   My partner has her problems , and I try to help, but the true realisation is that with best intentions we cannot Always be the best person to offer help even to those close to. This is sad , but true. This is not easy,.As a Transexual I have made many mistakes.I am not perfect , I think its now come for us to part.and allow me to be Donna[long to be the smiling girl with Long Auburn hair,not the short haired slave I see in the mirror now. In time I can only hope that She will see this as the only wayand spend time without my prescence. she knows I dont mean harm,but its clear my expressing myself as transgendered is deeply hurting her.   Thanks Lucy  "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."  (Harvey Fierstein)   First you need to feel what you want to be, and then you need to be what you want to feel  I saw this once and it struck me, its a human need for a transexual person.the need to feel and to be to have identity.instead of the imposed need  to meet other peoples expectations.   From Emma Gee[from Maddies Blog Hopeless "]."Ultimately, the key for me was the fact that I simply could not go on as I was any more. When you reach that stage, everything else will fall into place. As I'm sure many will agree, it isn't easy- but if it's the only way, it's the right way. Xx    
    Jul 03, 2014 887
  • 19 Jan 2014
    As I sit here the house is full of the debris of illusion. My feet are aching a little from the pointed-toed kitten heels that are holding them in. A belt, clasped tight around my waist - which is actually dimunitive already, is present and curiously comforting. No bra because I have no breasts. Generously applied perfume tingles my senses and is gently heady. I've taken time today with my make-up and I've got it right I think. Let's be honest, that's not always the case is it? A new wig, purchased with brazen subterfuge ("I've been invited to a Hen Party..") albeit cheap, synthetic and end-of-line from a fashion from 2008, sits comfortably upon my head and I love it. Actually, I love everything about tonight and I take photographs in order to capture my happiness. Do share it with me. So I'm a transvestive then, dressing for a few hours relaxation and escape? No, I'm certain that I'm not, I'm a transexual and I so wish that this were not a moment in time, but a real period of life. I have no desire to take this stuff off, no desire for the night to end. In the mirror to my right I see the reflection of a woman (OK, I know that narcassistic but you got to take every advantage) and she seems happy, confident and at ease. She's not beautiful because her face shows signs of age in good light, but she's happy, and anyway smiles define us more than crevices. Within less than 18 hours life will return to normal when the family return, and within the bathroom the armoury that has taken her from drabness to solace lies strewn across the floor. A half-empty glass of Chardonnay has travelled from the bathroom to the desk at where she writes but that's the only thing that's been put away. The debris remains. It remains in her head. She's a woman in a man's body. She's a man within a world that accepts her as such but is undermined by her presence. She's too loving to undermine the faith and affection that she provides her wife and child and so she chooses to remain effeminately covert. Scratch the surface and she bleeds, cries and collapses because of the effort to sustain the carapace and to prevent the truth from becoming the body real. Oh how I enjoyed this evening, oh how happy I feel, how creatively and naturally free I sense I could become. I wish that my life were not a traipse over the debris that genetics have delivered. I wish that I had known then what I know now, and that prior to commitment and comformity that I had been informed and had been made real when life remained to be fully lived. I'll tidy up the debris eventually, but if you don't mind I might just stay here for a few hours and let the night become my suitor.  Sleep tight. x
    1270 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • As I sit here the house is full of the debris of illusion. My feet are aching a little from the pointed-toed kitten heels that are holding them in. A belt, clasped tight around my waist - which is actually dimunitive already, is present and curiously comforting. No bra because I have no breasts. Generously applied perfume tingles my senses and is gently heady. I've taken time today with my make-up and I've got it right I think. Let's be honest, that's not always the case is it? A new wig, purchased with brazen subterfuge ("I've been invited to a Hen Party..") albeit cheap, synthetic and end-of-line from a fashion from 2008, sits comfortably upon my head and I love it. Actually, I love everything about tonight and I take photographs in order to capture my happiness. Do share it with me. So I'm a transvestive then, dressing for a few hours relaxation and escape? No, I'm certain that I'm not, I'm a transexual and I so wish that this were not a moment in time, but a real period of life. I have no desire to take this stuff off, no desire for the night to end. In the mirror to my right I see the reflection of a woman (OK, I know that narcassistic but you got to take every advantage) and she seems happy, confident and at ease. She's not beautiful because her face shows signs of age in good light, but she's happy, and anyway smiles define us more than crevices. Within less than 18 hours life will return to normal when the family return, and within the bathroom the armoury that has taken her from drabness to solace lies strewn across the floor. A half-empty glass of Chardonnay has travelled from the bathroom to the desk at where she writes but that's the only thing that's been put away. The debris remains. It remains in her head. She's a woman in a man's body. She's a man within a world that accepts her as such but is undermined by her presence. She's too loving to undermine the faith and affection that she provides her wife and child and so she chooses to remain effeminately covert. Scratch the surface and she bleeds, cries and collapses because of the effort to sustain the carapace and to prevent the truth from becoming the body real. Oh how I enjoyed this evening, oh how happy I feel, how creatively and naturally free I sense I could become. I wish that my life were not a traipse over the debris that genetics have delivered. I wish that I had known then what I know now, and that prior to commitment and comformity that I had been informed and had been made real when life remained to be fully lived. I'll tidy up the debris eventually, but if you don't mind I might just stay here for a few hours and let the night become my suitor.  Sleep tight. x
    Jan 19, 2014 1270