Kay!
I don't know whether to spank you or hug you. I may do both!
First off, you are a woman! Where it counts. Deep in your heart and head you
know who and what you are. That, frankly, is all I see as well. Many women have to suffer with some very serious birth defects. We're all in that boat, hon. You have taken steps to alleviate it. That is no small effort! Very few of us complete this part of their journey.
Think of the hurdles you have had to overcome:
Come out to yourself. This is the biggest and hardest step of all. After a lifetime of denial, you finally awake to yourself. So many refuse to ever see that terrified little girl within them, let alone recognize that she is actually the one you see in the mirror.
Seek support. You've discussed this with your spouse and family then have seen a counselor. This has cost you so very much in emotional devastation. Yet, like so many others, you could no longer stay within the burning building of your birth gender. You could change or die. You chose life. That was brave. Many have not.
Take steps. You came out to all and sundry. You came out to your
business! This could have cost you your very livelihood. Yet you could do nothing else. The drive to change is so similar to a drowning person or a caterpillar going into chrysalis.
You changed. You purged, sloughed off, shed, that which has held you prisoner since the very moment you were born!
You were reborn! You did not drown, you emerged from chrysalis. You have become yourself. You may be familiar with the line from the Hindu scripture: "I am become death". There is no opposite line though there should be: "I am become
life!" For the light that shines from you lights up the world with that wonderful smile of yours.
This journey of ours is not for the faint of heart. Truly, no one who is not as strong as we are, can bear the terrible weight of this "blessing inside a curse".
It takes a terrible toll on us all. Our lives are irrevocably changed. It destroys relationships that are not built on very solid foundations. Quite often we are left with nothing. Except our lives.
No, hon, we can never have a loving relationship with another human being that is not without fear. We MUST tell. When do we tell? Can we delay telling? What will they do? Will they leave if they find out? Will they leave once I am no longer half and half? Am I in danger? This is true for all who journey down this path. Regardless of the physical status. Always. Forever.
Maggie, you are a woman! So much so. I am truly sorry if you have the feeling that there is some sort of sorority of post-op women that excludes you. If I have done anything to give you that impression, please accept my most humble apology.
As you may be aware, I too, had an orchi. I wasn't sure that SRS was right for me but I could no longer stand having those things that so branded me as masculine. The moment I awoke from anesthesia I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The "joys" and cares that come from being post-op orchi are as you said, *interesting*. Anything but the most delicate touch could cause some serious damage. Self stimulation was a completely new experience and a much greater effort than I had anticipated. I was prepared to go the rest of my life as I was, because at that time I had pretty much tapped out the very last shekel I could put my hand on. Only through a happy accident was I afforded the opportunity to make a complete disaster of my credit rating.

I did too.
You are not pathetic, and certainly no wannabe! There are those who look up to you for all the accomplishments you have achieved! I am proud to have you as my friend and sister!
Alright, enough of the spanking!
*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*HUGS!!*
BTW: How's the new book coming?
-Sandy