Thanks for the thoughts so far.
I don't want this hate. Like as was mentioned, it poisons a person, and for what good, as was also mentioned, the people I don't like won't care either. I gain nothing from the hate.
I have a number of male friends, some of them are key people in my life. Some of them, I sure wish they were oh so more common place. Some of them are actually not bad looking

(and none of them want to know Lesley thinks that way about them hehe).
I have several male friends that are really quite generous. I try to tell them periodically that they are very good people (you need to tell the good ones occasionally eh).
But too many years in too many books saturated in all the ugliness of our species has left some very deep scars on my psyche. Not easy to fill them in and smooth them over.
I have a war going on within me. Part of me of course worries, my wife, she is one of a line of females not known to have long life spans. They also suffer from health aspects that don't help. Me, I come from a line of male persons well the others are more male me at least

and they are not known for cashing out early. My father's dad, he outlived 3 wives. I am afraid of being alone intensely.
If my wife passed away in her 60s like seems a popular thing, well that is not what I call the far future either.
I have been wondering, should I have the surgery and get the real thing? Will being all female, hormones and the right part, possibly chill me out some? Do I even WANT to be able to be a woman in bed for a man?
I don't want to grow old alone. And if I end up like so many of my line, I could end up spending 70s and 80s by myself.
And I am not expecting life to replace my wife with a convenient lesbian persuasion TG supportive love interest in this part of the world

Yes I know, damn Lesley you sure know how to be dreadfully gloomy

I have been living the last 5 years at least, miserable. Always thinking my wife will finally be unable to endure me, and leave, and my life would be over. I can't seem to dedicate myself to just about anything. Too much of 'what's the point' in my attitude. I find myself stuck in a rut of not doing anything that is long term. Everything has to be short duration, no major investment of effort.
And my hate is top of the list of things weighing me down, making me see the negative in everything. Climate based topics for instance, it's always a man's fault to me it seems. The military world, all about males being a problem around the world.
I wish I had an easier time feeling hopeful.
My day dreams, they are always flights of fantasy. I dream of situations, like being in a bar, having a drink with a couple of girl friends, and one tells me a guy has been looking me over and over heard him say he thought I was nice looking. Then I come to my senses, yeah right, not in this reality.
Part of me so wants to be able to attract a man I suppose. But it falls flat on it's face when I then can't get past hating them.
It makes me want to cry.