Moon Daughter
Posted January 13, 2009
http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2009/01/13/moon-daughter/Through the years I have seen and read much from other transsexing, transsexed women. I know your pain, your victories, your sense that somehow all this should be placed behind you and you should take your place, finally, in that great mass of human beings who, although they have some body parts and facial flaws (how flaws, I wonder, the face, one's body, is what it is, allow it's changes as they come, or pay to get others, but the largest flaw is having no body at all) they'd rather not be there. I know the urge to simply walk into a new life unknown for who you are and where you came from. While above my head shone the moon, almost ageless when compared to my short span of days.
I've known those urges, those fears, myself and have no problem recalling, when I read them, the pleas to simply find a lover who doesn't know. One wishes to just be "myself." No explanations will do, I must have no tinge of doubt of "how people look at me."
Is there an answer? O, I think there is. I think it's often pointed to in the lives of those like Calpernia Addams, Candice Kane, Lynn Conway, Andrea James, Zoe Brain, Abby, Veronica who sometimes leaves messages on this blog, Jennifer Finney Boylan, Melanie Phillips and many others. I'm afraid my typing fingers will tire before I could make a complete list, or even one large enough to give you some reasonable notion of their numbers.
