Yes, I have been switching the pronouns on the fly, I now days rather expect these situation as oppose to be surprised by them.
At first I thought it was entertaining to juggle all these false assumptions but as the time goes by it disgusts me more and more.
They wouldn't want me to write about the stuff that I can't handle either but my transition is the stuff I need to write about.
I am finding myself back in the closet again, only this time it's the closet across the isle.
I fought so hard to break the wall of silence, to come out and break the secrecy, to start the transition all in front of the public eye.
Did I do that just to find myself in the closet again? I have been censoring myself again, living with false notions of who I am by others.
Don't you ever feel like screaming out loud your truth. My truth in short is that I was born in male body, lived with it for 34 years, and upon conceiving a child
started transitioning. I own it, it's mine, I am not ashamed of it. It's the reprecautions of being abandoned and rejected that I fear.
Sure, I know how to keep my mouth shut when there might be physical danger to me but I feel like I need my liberty, my freedom of speech.
I know of all the reasons for why not to come out. I am looking for ways how and when to come out because I need my liberty, freedom of expression and honesty.
If I can't have it in front of my friends then I can't have it anywhere. Is that the life one signs up for when nearly completing the transition?
Or is it too much to expect people to treat me the same as they did before they knew I was trans?
And I am not looking to rent a plane and fly an ad over the town, "envie is a ->-bleeped-<-", but rather just a minimal discloser
of my complete self with small group of women who engage in meaningful conversations and write about stuff that matters.
thanks again for helping me sort this out!