Ever since I was a kid, I've wished I'd been born a girl. On the rare occasions when my parents left me at home alone, I cross-dressed. Yeah, big surprise. When I was in college, in the late 60s, I read what I could about transvestism and sex changes.
Finally I concluded I wasn't a "real" transexual -- whatever that is.

I didn't think I was a woman trapped in a man's body. I wasn't disgusted with my male equipment. I would have preferred to have been born a woman, but I knew that I wasn't one. I suspected that if I tried to turn myself into one, I'd just end up as a freak.
And my parents would have been devastated.
So I decided to play the hand I was dealt. In public, anyway. At home, in private, what I do is my own business, right? And on anonymous web sites ... well, like Steiner said in his New Yorker cartoon, "On the internet, nobody knows you're a dog."
Thank you for giving us the internet, Al Gore!