Hey, all! The name I prefer is Madison. It isn't my legal name, but it's better to be safe than sorry on the internet. I'm 19. I attend a Unitarian Universalist Church, a local community college, (occasionaly) a Young Adult's GLBT Group, and a Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance Support Group. I also work for their resource center. Next semester I will be studying Pre Algebra, Freshman Composition, and Guitar. I have also written a book, as yet unpublished. It is about my brief friendship with a very special trans woman, my budding romantic relationship with another one, and my first Bipolar Psychotic Episode.
Why am I here?
When I was around six, I realized for the first time that I was transgender (and neither man nor woman). I also knew I wasn't uncomfortable with myself enough to do anything about it yet. So I pretty much forgot about it for the rest of my childhood.
At fifteen, I got a haircut that turned out very masculine by accident. I liked it though. More than that, it made my face feel like my face for the first time. I still didn't feel too upset with my body, although it felt a little mismatched.
Some time later, I was binding and completely forgot that I had breasts. I don't really know how to explain this.
More recently, I was having dinner with a cousin. His father was telling a story about another (male) relative having a full head of hair in old age. My first thought was, "Wow! I hope my hair is like that when I grow old!" My next thought was, "You're a girl, stupid. Girls don't bald."
So, those are the three or four great transgender moments of my life. Other than these, i've pretty much been happy as a cisgirl (except for a while of wanting to look androgynous in my late teens.)
Sorry if this post seems a little self centered. I promise i'm not like that. I'm honestly just looking for answers.
I guess that's really why i'm here.
Hi everyone!
