Quote from: YoungSoulRebel on November 19, 2009, 11:17:21 PM
Well, here's my story:
I don't drive. My eyesight is just bad enough that I shouldn't drive, so I rely on either public transportation or friends with cars. I took the bus out to the bar one night about two years pre-surgery (and a good six months before I started replacing my wardrobe), and because the public transportation around here sucks so bad that the buses don't run after 10pm on weekdays and not after 6pm on weekends (yet this is a college town, where nearly everybody drinks), I had a friend drive me home. He was driving a few others home, too, and all of us but the driving friend were drunk and being very silly.
At some point, the car conversation turned into talking about who had the bigger dick -- literally. Save the driver's girlfriend, I was the only female in the car, but then I loudly proclaimed "My penis is bigger than the Internet!"
The whole car then went silent, save for some nervous giggles from the driver's girlfriend, and the driver's eyebrows perked up in the rear-view mirror and he said "You know, if anybody else in this car said that, I'd find that odd. But since it was you, I can't say I'm surprised."
A few weeks later, I was on LiveJournal and having a really pissy day and decided that I *had to* start even the "dressing right" and "social cues" part of the transition process for my own sanity, so i made a poll asking my LJ friends which term they'd use to describe me -- their choices were "Girl, Boy, FTM Transsexual, Other". About Half picked "FTM" with most of the rest pretty evenly divided between the other three. One of the friends from the car ride clicked "other" and commented: "Well, you look like a girl, but when people get to know you, it's apparent that, hrmm... well, when most girls claim to be 'just one of the guys', they're more just annoying girls who fart and don't pick up after themselves. You're WAY more guy-like in personality, so you could say that and it wouldn't annoy me. :-)"
Also, my friend Aaron was fond of saying "R----'s not even bi-, but just talk to h-- long enough, and you'll see there's something queer upstairs."
Also just remembered something else:
I met my friend Esther on the Internet ages ago on this e-mail list for a radio show in the L.A. area that we both liked. It was a Goth thing, so there were at least slightly more women than men on the list, and it was one of the first on-line communities I'd seen where people were more likely to be assumed female than otherwise.
Still, Esther apparently assumed I was a gay man for the longest time, even with my old name attached to my old e-mail address. She still didn't completely believe I was "female" until we finally met up, and even then she said "OK, this may be, but it seriously wouldn't surprise me if you turned out like A---- [a trans woman lesbian on the same e-mail list], only, you know, for guys."
Then there's the story of my high school prom. Long story short (and it is a long, embarrassing story), the "goth clique" at the small-town high school I went to consisted of me and four or five guys, depending on the semester -- these would be Robin, Adam, Big Gay Adam, Brendt, and sometimes Tad (Tad was also seriously the only Black kid at our school). Robin and Adam are the important ones here. So, I get to prom, in a dress, so unfashionably early that the prom committee asks me and the date my step-mother arranged for me to help finish setting up. Robin is the first of my friends to show up, wherein he immediately spies me from across the room, darts right over toward me and The Villiage Idiot (who was twenty-one and still a senior -- and no, not for medical or psychological reasons).
"
What are you wearing?" says Robin.
I looked down and sarcastically feign surprise. "Oh my gawd, Robin! It's a dress!"
"I can see that, but why are
you wearing one?"
"Well, see Robin... I'm gonna tell you like Dr. Cavanaugh told my father -- I'm a
girl."
"No! No, you're not! You have a nice rack, I'll give you that, but that don't make you a girl -- not where it matters."
Then Villiage Idiot butts in, "Well, I think you're
all woman," as he makes a move for my hand, which I smacked away.
"See?" Robin shouts as his date finally caught up with him. "You've fooled him, but you can't fool me. I actually
know you."
Fast forward several hours. Robin's "date" and her boyfriend have been ejected from prom due to their high school sadistic shenanigans at my friend's expense. Adam's girlfriend and Villiage Idiot disappeared maybe an hour before prom officially ended. Big Gay Adam and Brendt had called Big Gay Adam's aunt in Ferndale to threaten the school with a lawsuit if the two didn't get to come together. Needless to say, if I wrote a film script about the evening, I'd have one hell of a teen comedy I'd be able to retire on if I negotiated the contract right. So we did what any other group is sub-rural outcast teens would do -- we broke into the city park to fantasise about what we were all going to do after graduation the next year, most of which relied on getting
out pf that town. At some point, Robin and I started making out cos... hell if I know, there was nothing better to do. Adam, who got the full story of what Robin said, was there chiding us the whole time saying "So, Robin? Does this make you gay? Bi? Well you said yourself that R-----'s not really a girl. Oh, I figured that out in eighth grade, and yeah, we dated briefly last year, but I'll also admit I'm bi. You can't hide your man-=lust, Robin!"
Quote from: heatherrose on November 24, 2009, 02:16:19 AMBefore the European societal pendulum swung from science as an artistic pursuit
to science used as a weapon in World War II, donated ovaries where implanted
into patients as part of the first documented sexual reassignment surgeries.
Source on that? I know Lili Elbe died from her transplant operation to give her uterus and ovaries:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lili_Elbe