This comes as no surprise, yet another TERF island decree.

All teaching of gender identity at all ages is now to be banned (heard that before?). Every day there is another onslaught.

If a teacher is asked about gender indemnity they must say that gender ideology (existence of transgender and non binary people) is contested.

Another attempt by our government to eliminate transgender children and if any do rise their heads, directed to talking therapies that by another name are conversion therapies or considers all transgender tendencies as mental heath illness.

And they are going after adults next.

It's been a boring week so far. Sleep/work/dinner/sleep. There is a junkyard golf event comming up at work (yep crazy golf in a junkyard) I probably will not be able to go as I have run out of money for the month, my fault for going out too much at weekends.

Hugs
Jessica xxx

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Quote from: Michelle_K on May 12, 2024, 10:25:42 PMThere was a question about when or how it felt the first time wearing a dress. Like I said assigned male at birth. I would like to know why there are pictures of me as a baby wearing very feminine dresses. I say feminine as there was lace and ribbons. This was in 1949. There is another picture of me in a dress on my first birthday.
Michelle

Welcome back Michelle.  Sorry to hear about you accident, glad to hear your on the mend and back home.

That "Dress" with the lace and ribbons may have been a christening gown.  There were a couple of such gowns on my mother's side of the family.  My uncle's and aunt's were baptized in one of them.  I was, my siblings were, and most of my cousin's were.  Possibly my grand parents too.  When it was time for a christening, a gown was sent from who ever last had it.  Often it was delivered in person for the christening.  Back in the day, Baptisms were a very big deal with Italian Catholic families and just one of the many reasons for the extended family to gather together. There's a very sweet photo of me, laying in some kind of bassinet with off white satin sheets, in an off-white lace gown that extended past my feet by a good bit.  It's a black and white photo so I'm assuming the sheets were off white.  I know the gown was, my son was baptized in the same gown.

I can't speak to the first birthday dress, not a clue.

Paulie.

Men and women are judged differently.  When you are a guy it is very helpful to be a tall rich guy.  Not so much for women, who are judged more on how you look. If you look good as a women, you not only get the benefit of the doubt, but some folks will show obvious favoritism toward you.  Sometimes I think that if the "Karens" of the world got treated as nicely as I did, they wouldn't have to be "Karens!"

This is why the beauty industry is huge.  Women work at looking good because they get treated better if they are successful at looking good.

What can happen is that men who get the lucky breaks that allow them to become women may discover that they are now "fish out of water."  They no longer get the lucky breaks because the rules have changed.

But, stealing from the story in "Charley Wilson's War," you never know whether a major event is really lucky or unlucky.
How can breaking your leg be a lucky break?  It may be if it keeps you from being drafted into a war!

I mentioned that my mother had pictures of me as a baby in dresses. I sometimes wonder if it may have been to punish me for being a boy. But then it could have been because she wanted a girl. Two years after I was born, my mother gave birth to a girl, who got phenomena right away, and lived for only 24 hours. My mother clams she was full term, but was small enough to fit in a shoe box.

(Just so you understand, it was about 1990 that I ended up in therapy with an identity crisis. I think they were not interested in helping me as much as getting as much money out of me as they could.)

I have in front of me a photo of me at 3 years old. I am holding a 30? inch doll. It is hard to tell, but it looks like I might be wearing a dress. I also have black eyes, and it looks like my fingers may be bruised. Literally slap my hands for punishment. (Years later I asked what happened to the doll, and was told that I never had a large doll.) ( my mother once said that she never put dresses on any of her boys.)
I could be sitting at the table and my mother would yank my hair to make me sit up straight. my sister made some comment and my face got slapped from behind. When my mother gave me a haircut, She would yank my hair to make me sit still. I say my mother tried to use the palm of her hand to teach me respect for women, all she taught me was fear.
She insisted that I live there as she did not like to drive and I needed to drive her around.
In the 1990s I was going to therapy twice a week, while at home I started getting catalogs for women's clothes. I still have my high heels from Fredric's Of Hollywood. About that time, I pierced my own ears. My mother told everyone that I wore both earrings because I didn't know which ear meant straight.
I would be in and out of therapy and at some point one therapist asked about masturbation, It turned out that masturbation meant that I enjoyed being a male, so therefore I was not trans.
Since I was already wearing earrings at work, I decided to take things a bit further. Transitioning at work was easy, all I had to do was remove my outer shirt and I had a bra under my t shirt and I was wearing women's jeans and shoes. However, I was told by the supervisor that I was not allowed to use the women's restroom. My panties ended up in the laundry and there wasn't much said about it.
A rumor went around about me planning on getting a sex change, and my mother heard it. my mother gave me a talking to and stated that I better think about it for a long time. I figured 50 years should be long enough.Some days later, I forgot to  take off my women's ring when I went downstairs. My mother grabbed my hand, looked at the ring and then slapped my face.
Everything got boxed up and put away. Nothing was thrown out. That was about 15 years ago.

My mother died November 2021. In June of 2023, I had found my earrings and was wearing them again. I got an online therapist, and started gathering up my clothes. I had gone to Walmart and gotten some women's tops and bras. I even found some size 12 women's athletic shoes at Walmart. I had started taking my men's clothes and shoes to the thrift shop. July 1st of 2023, everything came to an abrupt stop, when my roller skates went out from under me. Fate gave me a kick in the rear, and I was in the hospital with two broken wrists. It is a bit difficult to use the bathroom when you have two broken wrists. I was forced to accept the help of the women for me to use the bathroom. That meant they were in the bathroom at the same time I was. It wasn't much different for me to use the women's rest room in the store, except I no longer needed help. That may have been August. By then I was wearing skirts when I went shopping. I was also carrying a purse.
Michelle

I was never married or in a relationship with anyone. I found men to be attractive, and church frowned on that, besides, A gay relationship did not appeal to me.

If you are suffering from low energy and low interest in life I might suggest joining a Y where you can meet new friends, find a Y buddy, and have fun, Get outta your shell girl!

I was checking out at the store and the cashier said "thank you mam"

I was at the Y and changing naked with an 80 yr old woman. We were both naked and she asked me if I would like to join her TT club. What to F is TT club I asked her. she replied "my tiny titty club". Of course I said yes and then the unexpected happened. She came over, gave me a hug, by the way we are both naked, and planted a kiss on my nipple. "You are a member of my TT club". A true encounter. 80 yr women are not afraid of anything and they rock.

Lori Dee

Yes you answered most of my questions on the other post. It is greatly appreciated. I cant thank you enough for your input and wealth of knowledge.

Lori Dee

Thank you so much. That is a lot of information, but it is very helpful. I appreciate it very much. I'm sure it's not hard to get lost in the system.