Do I envy cis-women. For I time is certainly did. There is a lot that I missed out on that I have fantasized about for decades. From the mundane (getting my period, giggling about boys, looking ever so pretty) to the more profound, (bearing children, growing into young womanhood, being accepted as a girl as the automatic default). But as I move from transition to living - not so much.
What I learned, the opportunities that I had, the people I loved when living as Doug, made Julie possible. I am more than the sum of my experiences, but my life experience shaped who I became, and I truly like the girl I have evolved into. As a girl, it is doubtful that I would have watched the Northern Lights play above an iridescent ocean, or ridden a motorcycle solo from Fairbanks to San Jose Del Cabo. I may not have had the chutzpah to begin companies, or the drive to finish graduate school while working full time. Even becoming an alcoholic, and finding recovery and the blessings that brings is a part of my story.
The point is that my story is simply my story. If I had been raised a girl it would have most certainly been different. Maybe better, maybe not. Certainly not the same, and I would be a different person as a result. Transition has required that I examine and challenge the fundamentals of who I am, what I believe, and how I relate to the world. It is that challenge that has permitted transcendence into maturity, and into womanhood.
In some ways I have been tempered, not into steel, but into art. For that blessing I am grateful. I have found true friends, lovers, and teachers as a woman who accept me without condition, and with enormous affection. I have been given the gift of being useful in ways that cis-women will never know. Not because they cannot, but because they don't have to in order to survive.
I am happy, and proud of my status as a woman by choice as well as by by internal necessity. I don't need to always pass, and I don't need to be stealth anywhere or at any time. For me, today, this is my voice and my dream.
Hugs to all,
Julie