Quote from: VeronikaFTH on January 13, 2011, 07:45:34 AM
To be honest I have thought about this as a possibility... but I don't see how it would work. It may seem like a good idea on the surface, but would you really be able to have SRS and then not live fully as the person who you are? I couldn't do it, myself...
I take your point.
I have thought about this approach for a number of years, to be honest. I mentioned it in a post almost a year ago.
My feeling is that, firstly, I need to be rid of the ugly bit. (Sorry for the euphamism). From there I could start to build.
I did live as female, for a short time, in my late teens. It didn't work out for a number of reasons, not least being, that I wasn't emotionally or intellectually prepared.
But the assertion, not being the person I am. I would be the person I am. I would gradually develop, as everyone does, and become whatever I will.
I appreciate that many have their idea of what they hope to achieve. I respect that, completely.
For me, personally, the idea of becoming an instant female just seems a bit.....

Once the ugly bit is removed, I would need to take HRT for the rest of my life. There is no reason I couldn't take female hormones. I would prefer that. From there I would develop as naturally as my body intends. I might end up being astonishingly ugly. I could feature on the cover of Time as the world's ugliest woman.
I doubt there is a young girl in existance that doesn't hope to grow up to be beautiful, or a boy who doesn't hope to be a big all male he-man. But everyone has to take what they get.
I'd like surgery to correct this terrible flaw. From there, I'd prefer to take my chances like almost everyone else has done. Then, I could develop my personality, my character and my relationships from the psoition of who I am, not this freak with a stinking stupid ugly bit.
You know something. I've learnt so much on Susans'. One thing I've learnt is that we can be who we are. Hormone therapy has some remarkable effects. Look at Jerica, Izuma, Megan, Nicky.
I'd really like to be a stunning, 20 something female, sauntering down the street, with guys in big cars, running into each other because they can't take their eyes off me. I'd like to have the personality of Jerica, the compassion of Megan. But I'm ready to settle for me.
Perhaps I'm just looking at thigs a bit differently. I see the ugly bit as a big poison, a ball and chain, a 10th class citizen's card, limiting what I can do, who I can be. It's a prison, holding me in, while the rest of the world carries on. It smells. It hurts. It's distorted my once lovely body into a hulk of hair and social expectations.
I'd better stop now or I might be advised to finish this in the PMS section.

If you've hadthe patience to read this far. Thank you.