Hi, Arch, Leiandra, thanks for coming back with a response. I very much appreciate that.
Arch, hon, I tried on a couple of different occasions to bring something up on spirituality and imagination and fantasy, of which any one of those three I also thought would have been a wonderful tool to help someone through transition. Maybe they just thought it was too dumb to even consider. My imaginary friends are what actually helped me get through my childhood without burning out before I got to the age of ten, a happening like wheel, cogs, belts, and springs flying in all directions and radio tubes falling out on the floor. Aaaaaak!! I'm nothing more than an assortment of electrical and mechanical components that had been slapped together to make me into a robot to do the stuff I didn't want to do....huh??. Who is me?
Well, growing up through childhood, I never thought much one way or another about genders. Like Leiandra said, whatever the main character was in a story I was reading, that is who I became in imagination and I would play out the role of this character in my mind as I read the story.
I read pretty well anything I could get my hands on that was interesting to read, from anything like magazines, comic books, to pocket novels. For instance, The Little Mermaid was my favorite and there were a couple of times my sister and I argued about who was going to play Little Mermaid when we were down at the lake.
By the time I got into my early teens I knew what was wrong with me but back in the sixties information on the subject was nonexistant so I kept it to myself. I was a loner in public school until I met Helen, another misfit like myself, two birds of a feather, flew together for nearly ten years until we parted company. That was a memorable time, two very mischievous girls who nearly ended up in the cell at the police station on a few different occasions if it hadn't been for this really nice police man. You see, we dressed pretty close to alike, a top and shorts and a baseball cap which we kept mostly for frog catching. I also had long hair then as well, being the rebel I was then, no one was going to touch my hair unless they hog tied me to a barbers chair, so no one bothered to try.
As for writing stories, I have written 6 children's stories but never got them published. I could never find an editor I could afford to pay to get them edited. A project for some graduate student ? Of course I would even go along with that and let that student have the credit. I think it would just be nice to read some of my own ideas in someone else's writing. Heck, I would even settle in getting my name in the National Enquirer in the alien section!
And Leiandra, about the dragon, maybe we are psychic, eh? I also have had an imaginary dragon for a pet, for that matter I also have a pterodactyl for a pet. The darn thing, I have to keep an eye on that one or she will fly off and go dig up the neighbors' gardens when I ain't watching. Anyway, yes, I have a pet dragon actually. Gertrude is my dragon handler. She uses the dragon to go out in the magical canyon to capture wingbats. You ever fly on the back of a dragon? Quite exciting, you know.
In an earlier post here on another thread, I talked about how I used my imagination which eventually helped me to come out full-time. Well it's a shame because it could make transitioning much more fun and less intimidating. I don't much scare for anything except those one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eating aliens. I still love playing imagination, it keeps this old bat feeling younger.
Cindy
