Well CaliforniaAdmirer. I'm glad that your back, and It's Let's try this again from me to, as I didn't make it to the reply stage yesterday. Well I for one thought yesterday's post was very good, it must be the first thread that I've spent so much time on. I was so comfortable with a lot of your views, but then again, my work dose bring me in contact with a lot Heterosexual guys who enjoy being around or are curious about being around Transgender guys like myself, so I couldn't quite understand at first what all the fuss was about.
Sorry I used the term above, but I still consider myself and identified with Dr Tracie O'Keefe's definition, a Transgender male, which so far as I know was correct until the Wiki lot up there in the heavens decided to turn things on their heads. I was born with a penis, I still have one and I've no intention of converting it into whatever it becomes, when those brave transsexual women make it to the operating table, so therefore I'm a transgender male. But you can call me She. There again, I suppose Transgender Woman dose have a nicer ring to it.
Getting back to the story line, I like to think I keep an open mind, but one thing I consistently stay single minded about is in my belief that sexuality, and humans in general are as unique as their DNA, their fingerprints, or whatever. Do you know I read through yesterdays post twice, then at the point when I was about to reply, Bet Midler popped into my head and I thought "This one's too hard for me" I think maybe it still is.
One thing that sticks in my mind from yesterday, was your reference to the pain endured through transitioning, thing is, I've never felt I've transitioned, It's not something I can say I've experienced, it's like it's always been there all the time. Certainly never thought I was in the wrong body, but I suppose a true transgender wouldn't.
I've achieved my goals I have a generous augmented bust at 40D, my permanent make-up, and I live as transgender full time. I'm a Transgender in a Transgender body wearing my Transgender clothes.
I suppose I could say I've been Trans since I was 11 years old, if dressing up in Aunties underwear counts, that's 56 years ago, there's been tons of male stuff in between. I had quite an unusual personality in that at school I spent most of my time hanging with girls, not in the boyfriend roll but as the mates, yet I seemed to be well accepted with the boys even though I didn't hang with them. Cars, Tools, and most practical male stuff are all well ingrained along with the heels and lip colour.