Quote from: regina on July 29, 2007, 01:17:01 AM
QuoteOf course I wished I had been born male with a penis and the ability to sire children and all of that, but that's a fairytale. The reality is I was born with a p ussy. Should I have just lied down and died? Cried about it every day?
Refused to have sex?
Your regret is not a fiction nor a fairytale. Your regret is as real as any man's penis. No one needs to be ashamed of or justify their regrets nor view them as a sign of weakness... quite the opposite. Nero, I've realized that one thing that bugged me about your earlier posts is that, rather than saying "I have regrets, deep painful sadness about what I can't change in my body, but I'm going to make the best of it." You chose to, instead, to put the armor up and ridicule other's choices in that direction. I find you a more compelling man when you admit your regrets and be honest about your feelings as you did one or two posts ago rather than barking at the world in defense of your manhood. Yeah, the barking is something a lot of guys do and it's something I find really unattractive.
Well, like I said earlier, it just was never a genitals thing with me. I just never disliked my p ussy. The only thing I was upset about was that having it instead of a penis meant I wasn't a boy. When I was a toddler I had this thing about compulsively 'messing with it' because it felt good (I guess you could call it innocent pre masturbation), to the horror of my folks. So I just never bore it any ill will.
My deep sorrow and regret was because I wanted the whole package and that included the penis, the ability to impregnate a wife and have my own offspring. So it just never was about the genitals for me. I don't know why. It was just about being a man and everything that entails.
I do deeply regret and have much sorrow about the fact that I'll always be a woman to society because of the genital thing. That does hurt very much and likely will always hurt.
I also regret that I will never be able to fill a woman with my own flesh.
But those two things pretty much sum it up.
I regret not having a penis for what it means, represents, and would like to use it on a partner. That's as far as it goes.
It's just not the severe chronic pain and disgust my tits cause me. I mean I want to puke when I'm changing or showering. And the vagina (ugh, I hate that word), I apparently liked at a young age, so why? I don't know.
There is another big thing about me that colors my feelings on physical alterations in general.
I don't like anything on me that's not mine, that's artificial. Removing my tits is one thing, but having something fake on me I'd be uncomfortable with. This is why I would never wear a packer in my pants. I mean that's fine for guys who like to do that, but I just would feel silly cause it's not really there, I'd feel like I was misrepresenting myself because I don't have a bulge down there and I just really don't see the point of packing.
And yes, I did wrestle with the hormone choice. I'm not at all excited at the thought of sprouting hair everywhere, and I was initially very worried and obsessing over the fat distribution. Ftms kept saying their gut expanded in size and pretty much all my weight goes there and I have a big gut now which is very noticeable (I wasn't always fat, I was fit a few years back), so I was having visions of it doubling in size and stuff. And I was panicking and annoying everybody with endless T threads which they kept trying to answer (I'm sure Dennis remembers this

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In the end, I knew I had to take T to pass, and I would be on it right now and scheduling surgery if not for unresolved medical issues (I've been seriously ill since December). Anyone who thinks I'm making excuses not to make physical alterations knows where to go. And no, it's not the reason for my views on HRT. I've had those views since way before I got sick.
When people rub the fact that I'm not on hormones yet and they are (such as you, MEW/Melissa, and another poster I smited) that's rubbing salt into a very sore spot. I want to get on with my life, I can't help that I can't.
Now you and that other poster were not aware of my situation, but MEW/Melissa knows full well about my illness. Going over and over the fact that she's on HRT and I am not at least 5 separate posts was hitting below the belt and just plain mean.