Hi all,
For fifty-eight years I pretended to be a boy. I got so good at it that I believed it to be my only possible reality for a very long time. As with many others, the truth finally refused to stay in the deep, and began to swim towards the light. I'm fifteen months into HRT now, and will be full time at work in March. That, and turning sixty-one today, has me pondering on what has happened, and what is in store.
Even though I am nominally a guy at work, nobody is especially fooled. I look, act, and speak with a feminine demeanor and am looking forward to being addressed as she, at this last bastion of pretense. I am grateful to the councilors and other supportive people in my life, and while I don't regret my life as a man, it wasn't authentic, and the transition into me is an affirmation both to myself, and to you who have gone before with courage and grace.
This (website) is the place I go when I am tired or melancholy. For those of you who are becoming an expression of the goddess within at an early age, blessings. For those who come to authenticity later in life, you are endlessly courageous. I've been blessed with travel, education, amazing jobs, and astonishing friends. I have also destroyed sweet relationships, buried myself in alcohol and drugs and pulled the darkness in as closely as I could.
What has been lost in seeking and becoming Julie, will be replenished many fold on the other side. This I know for sure!
I am endlessly grateful for 25 years of sobriety, and a couple of years of honest gender awareness. Thank you for allowing me a venue and a smile.
I love you all.
