Quote from: Serena Lynn on November 26, 2012, 12:09:40 PM
The last tipping point for me was my Vegas trip this year with my brother and my guy friends. The second day that we were in Vegas I met some really sweet girls and ended up hanging out with them over my guy friends for a entire day. As I was hanging out with them I was thinking to myself that this is me. I was not that drunk guy that was hanging out with my guy friends and brother the day before.
Oh, I can relate to THAT!
Three years ago, one of the times I came THIS close to transitioning, I went to see a bunch of
people.One was an FFS surgeon (Bart van der Ven, for anyone who knows that field: I absolutely adored him, haha!), plus a voice consultant, a doctor who treats MTF girls, etc. I wanted to see if there was any chance of me - a guy of 50, with a deep voice and bald spot - making a successful transition. I didn't know what I wanted more: for them to say, 'Yes, absolutely,' or, 'forget it, you've got no chance.' because if they said that, then at least I could tell myself there was no possibility of doing it.
So Dr Bart told me he could make me much more feminine and much better looking. (I'd have preferred 'even better looking', but what the hell!) And then I saw the voice consultant and she was the first person anywhere who just accepted right from the get-go that I was TS, as if it was so obvious it wasn't even worth debating, and assured me that she could really help feminise my speaking voice, even though it's pretty deep.
I came away from that meeting on Cloud 9. That evening I went to a dinner-party, given by a women who'd been at uni with me. I arrived early and she was talking with another female friend from those days and so I just slipped right into the conversation. And, like you, it just seemed totally easy and natural: so much more relaxing than having to 'be the man'. Then the rest of the guests turned up and my male contemporaries had all turned into these fat, red-faced, pompous executives and I felt like I had nothing at all in common with them. It wasn't just that I didn't work in their world or share their values, it was much deeper than that.
I often think about that day and how happy it made me being accepted for who I am ...
... but then I think of my children, and the father that I am, and have to be to them ...
Aaaaaarrrrggghhh!!