I just read the first two chapters of So You Want to be a T-Girl. Now this was mostly written a decade ago, and the author holds passing and living stealth as not only a worthy goal, but as essentially the only goal worth having. Then she goes on to describe the difficulties/terror/fear/loss that goes with getting to that place. A corollary is that most of us pass because we are allowed to pass. That is mostly true for me. I really have no way to gauge whether people I meet or engage see me as a woman or whether in the back of their mind they see me as a t-girl.
I guess mostly I don't care very much, but I'm not dating, I'm not young.
That I'm pre-op doesn't put me in great risk. I've read with empathy posts from beautiful young women here, who have legitimate safety concerns regarding being a woman with a penis. I want mine gone because I'm a girl and girls are not so equipped. But it isn't because some dude will beat or kill me because I kissed him and he then found out.
Tera, you are a beautiful young woman. No one will ever think otherwise unless you tell them or you get intimate. I guess if I was you I'd be doing whatever I could to finish the morphological changes and then find a place where I could just live, another girl among many. Maybe that would bring love and completion to life. I completely get how hard this is.
The unfairness of it all really troubles me. I have it all, a good job, great friends, a guy who doesn't care that I have a deformity, and is ok with whatever I choose to do. I absolutely know that is way outside the bell curve. I sometimes wonder how long it will take before we can just be women, and not with a qualifier attached. Maybe never?
I suppose I'm questioning what passing actually is. Is it enough to not be harassed and discriminated against? Is it to vanish in stealth? Or something else? What is passing for the guys? Testosterone makes huge changes even for folks who transition later than their twenties. Is bottom surgery needed to pass?
Sorry, I'm a little glum today. There isn't any reason for it, except that the enormity of this birth defect, its ramifications on health and life is sometimes just overwhelming. I hang out in the forums because I have come to cherish and even love a lot of the people here, and because I both learn a lot about myself, and maybe occasionally help someone gain insight. But is it essentially futile?
I heard of another one of us who killed herself late yesterday. I've met her, but didn't really know her. I find myself weeping for the lost talent, and lost hope. But I don't really know how to help in the search for hope, when it seems such a sparse commodity. I have friends coming to stay tonight and I'm glad they will be here, I'll be fine - but I don't know how to make that the normal condition for so many wonderful, beautiful, and struggling people.
Love to you all,
Julie