Quote from: Nichole on May 31, 2008, 12:41:33 AM
Proud of being a transsexual? No. No more than I am proud of being Caucasian, or proud of being born in the South, or proud of being born in January. Nor am I ashamed of it, any more than I am ashamed of being pink, Southern or a January baby.
Am I one post? Well no. Post-teenager I am not a teenager either, although I was once. It is part of my history. So is TS. *shrug*
And if, hypothetically I could get my DNA changed would I be TS? Same answer as above. I would have been, but no longer.
Nichole
At first I believed that I was born transsexual. I was, but now I can call it Harry Benjamin Syndrome for the same reason that Natasha does: I am not trans anything. I am a woman. I had to find a way to solve the incongruity between my outer self and my inner self.
I also had to figure out how to finesse the fact that I bought into the living lie, that I did boy things instead of girl things, that I have no first-hand knowledge of how to braid hair, do double-Dutch jump rope, what it feels to have a period (not to mention the first one), and all of the other things that a girl encounters on her way to maturity. I missed high school, proms, dances, dating (as a girl), and my genuinely female perspective on things.
However, never being one to allow little stuff like that deter me, I will say to anyone whose business I believe it is to know that I was born with HBS, that I was born with the gift of having two lives, in one lifetime, in the same body. For me, that is unbeatable. This is my opinion and it's what floats my boat.
What will I be when I am finished transitioning? A woman, as I was before. I will continue to complain about the discomfort of mammograms, thank men who assist me by holding a door for me, share a smile with other women I pass in the aisle at the supermarket, try clothes on before I buy them, watch over loose toddlers at the mall until their parents claim them, and use Mary Kay products because they make me feel better about myself.
I make no apologies for my height, my weight, my hair that is thinning a bit on the top, the distance from the lower edge of my upper lip to under my nose, the ratio between the length of my upper arm and my lower arm, and whatever else is supposed to be undesirable in a woman. Only the coroner or an anthropologist will know for sure as all of my documents will attest to my having been a woman for all of my life.
These are my opinions. They are not offered to try to tell anyone that their beliefs or feelings are right or wrong. No way. Having said that, they are not up for discussion as they are what makes my world exclusively mine.
Gracie, we are whatever we believe we are.
Thank you for hearing me out.
Wing Walker