I'm Julianna, a 44-year-old MtF transsexual who has been transitioning since the start of 2013. It took me long enough to get here: years of denial, guilt, shame, anger, sadness, etc. In the interim, I convinced myself that I was a cross-dresser who exhibited this fetish only during stressful times. Long story short, I took a good look at myself a couple of years ago and concluded that there is something else going on inside me, that I'm downright miserable as Michael. I've been hiding Julianna in there for far too long, and she's tired of waiting.
I'm out to my ex-wife and BFF, Rhonda, but to no one in my immediate family, with whom I'm having to live right now until I can get a place of my own. My opportunities to dress as myself are severely limited right now but growing slowly in number. Still, once I'm outta here, I'm outta here, so to speak. If my family can't handle the truth, then that is on them; I must be who I really am. I will live full-time as a woman, relying heavily on all the wonderful support of my fellow transgender friends here in my hometown of Pensacola, Florida. In time, I want SRS, which I'm not even close to saving up all the money for. Living 24/7 as a woman will be the scariest yet most incredible thing I've ever done in my life; I can't wait to get started.
Basically, I'm here to receive and offer up support wherever I can. Mind you, though, that I have Asperger's syndrome, among other things, and therefore will periodically experience some confusion in comprehending things that people say to me. If I miss or misunderstand something, then please be patient with me. Since I'm normally very easy to get along with, however, I don't imagine that there will be any major problems. I hope to enjoy this crazy ride with all of you, whoever you may be in the colorful transgender spectrum. Peace!