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I started picking up on the difference in behavior/thinking and my inability to understand them in college. At first I was all like "men and women think the same; it's just social conditioning!" but then eventually I realized that didn't apply to a lot of women, and it's mostly just me. There's men I don't understand too, like the super masculine ones that are all 'sports, rawr', but I think besides the team-playing sports bit, what I mostly don't understand is the liking women part 
I've never understood women. Ever. Jr high and high school were the worst parts of my life for that reason. I didn't fit in with girls, I was "weird". I liked metal, was a total goth, wore men's clothes more often than not, played computer games, watched horror movies. I didn't like boys, never flirted, couldn't have cared less about their presence or non-presence in my life. I had a few good friends (2 female, 1 male) and that was pretty much it.
College (round 1) wasn't easy either, but I majored in a hard science field and was literally the only female-bodied person in most of classes once I completed my gen ed requirements. I did well, worked hard, studied hard, and beat the guys at the own game sometimes. The guys accepted me, we understood each other, and I was rarely seen as a woman. I was just another person in the lab or in the group or whatever. It was nice, most of the time.
Post-college is where I hit a wall. I got involved in a relationship with a woman that was totally imbalanced, ended up accepted a job that was total crap, started drinking a lot to cope with things. (I think that was probably the first round of "OMG! Trans-ness ahead!" feelings and thoughts in my life.) Went into deep depression, encountered Christ and the next 5 years were spent hating myself and trying to buy what Christianity was selling. That meant denying that I was trans, that I was attracted women, that I was liberal-leaning politically, and that even meant denying my love of science and maths, which truth be told, was far and away the hardest part of the bs bargain with Jesus.
As for not liking women....well, to each their own. Bioguys are gay, straight, bi, asexual, pansexual...there's a lot of variety there. It's true that most guys are attracted to women and vice versa. But that's not always the case and like I said in another post, you may find that your sexuality becomes more open or varied as you transition...or not. If you are a gay guy, there's no shame in it and doesn't invalidate your need to transition. Your sexuality is just one (tiny, imo) part of who you are as a person.
QuoteI am a pretty individualistic person, so I think I'd cope better than some, but still, ouch. I think, being accepted as their (gay) son, would probably make my year, if not my life. I'd be floored, to say the least... And to think I was in the same place as them on this stuff not too many years ago. No wonder it's taken me this long to admit.
I still feel compelled to apologize to LGBT people for Christian behavior too, "we're not all like this!" etc... and then I have to remind myself that I actually am LGBT. Oh the irony...
It has taken me a long time to fully admit two things about myself: that I'm trans and that I am attracted to women. Most of the reasons why it took so long for me to realize these things was that every time I told friends in the church or my second therapist (who worked in the church I used to attend) these things...I was shut down and told that I was confused, the enemy was getting to me, etc. This continued for 4 years. It's only the past year or so that I've stopped denying the truth about myself and just let myself live. I had to walk away from the church to do so.
I stopped apologizing after I left the church. There were openly gay and lesbian people in my church....but the general consensus was that you were only homosexual if and until the Almighty placed the person (opposite gendered) in your life that you were supposed to marry, have kids with, etc. It was a strange paradox of sorts, where homosexuals were appreciated as people, their contributions valuable to the church and the community accepting of their choices. However, their acceptance was not truly acceptance, but some strange fantasy where homosexuality or bisexuality or whatever could be and would healed if you were willing to deny yourself and marry someone of the opposite gender at some point in your life.
It was mental freakery at its finest, imo, and I do think that a lot of us were struggling in that supposedly liberal church were ashamed of our desires, ourselves. That's a big part of why I left. I just couldn't stand the shame and anger.
QuoteI don't think I could ever try being lesbian or straight (afterwards), unless my orientation shifts that way during transition. That would be an adjustment. I am beginning to realize that I don't really want to be with a straight man; the thought of being with someone who wanted to interact with my female parts is not okay :[
Even admitting my own inexperience, the thought of being in a relationship with a man as a man is soooo much more appealing to my mind, and oddly freeing actually. I feel like I could just be myself, instead of trying to act like a woman, or hoping for that one in a million straight (likely bi) guy that could appreciate me for myself.
I learned this the hard way. (Pun possibly intended.

) I have been with men sexually before, mostly when I still cared about not being seen as a lesbian. The area where I live isn't very tolerant, neither is my family...so I had a lot at stake when I pretended to be straight.
And I think that some of my need to transition is also somewhat tied to my sexuality as well. Like you, I want to be myself. I don't want to have to act like a woman or to always have to fulfill female roles in a relationship. I don't believe in true love, one-in-a-million, love a first sight, that one God created connection...none of it. Not for me as a woman, anyway. I don't want to be with another woman as a woman ever again. I spent the past 7 years in a relationship with a woman (we had an open relationship and were pretty stealth up until the past 2 years.) My inability to fulfill her intimate needs was a huge factor in why we eventually broke up. I never could go
there with her, really let myself go. I hated my body, hated myself, too much to do so. And then I'd go to God, get all worked up over my "sin" issue.