I have concluded that since anyone will believe whatever they choose, I don't care who believes I am female or not. I know who I am and as a result of HRT all of the mental and emotional inconsistencies within me have been rectified. I am a woman, 24/7 because of how I see the world, see myself, deal with others, and how I see myself. Words fail me here because for all of my life I have been like a building with its wiring all messed-up. Some "floors" had alternating current, others radio frequency, some direct current. To make life even more fun, the current in the building wasn't fit for its needed purpose, like plugging a toaster into 440 volts or trying to run an old-fashioned electric clock with a synchronous motor on 240 volts Direct Current.
There were more misfits and contradictions within me than there are in the entire U.S. Congress!
When I began taking estrogen under the supervision of my internist I started to feel a new serenity, a smoothing of rough edges, even to the point of warmth and softness where there had been none before. I remember very well how it changed my gait, my posture, how I carried and held myself, how I took a seat; how I perceived and saw things, my choice of words, the syncopation of my speech, everything I could think of. I had some rudimentary sense of things that I never felt before.
The freedom continues and it is the stuff of dreams come true.
I will have my GRS in December 2008 or sooner, but since July 2, 2002 I have considered myself to be a "woman-in-progress." I am not yet physically ready in my own mind to have intimate relations with anyone, so I don't. My genitals have atrophied and shrunk and that's just fine with me.
When I have GRS I will look at myself as soon as I can, and with stitches and all I will know that I am finally complete. As the late Harry Chapin once sang, "...I finally like myself. At last, I like myself."
The last place I have ever looked for support is in the family into which I was born and I have not been disappointed with their total nonacceptance of me. Pits on them. The new family I have found among my sisters is all the family I need.
Thank you for allowing me to decant.
Wing Walker
Part-time Resident Wind Bag