Two little wonderful things.

One of my sisters called in the morning yesterday. She started by asking how things went with my wife's family and then I told her about my friends and she asked about that ... and when we talked and laughed for 15 minutes about our regular stupid stuff.

And then this morning, one of my friends called. We normally speak every day. But we spoke last week after the note (it was a great call) and then he was traveling for work the rest of the week. So today we just chatted for 15 minutes ... and it was same old, same old. Which was pretty great. 

Great job!
I have zero sewing skills, except for minor repairs. So I am in awe of what others can do. That is a beautiful top. Thanks for sharing!

Quote from: Asche on Today at 06:13:08 AMActually, I think if I'd been assigned female at birth, I would have been a very different person.  The years of living as male were horrible, but dealing with that has given me a depth of understanding about myself and even (to some extent) other people that I don't think I would have had if I'd grown up in a role more compatible with my nature.  There's stuff I see that my cis friends, even the more insightfull ones, don't see.  (Of course, sometimes that reinforces my feeling that I'm not really human )

I agree with this so much. The world was a much different place when I was growing up. Being cast in a male role taught me things from experiences that were not available to women. I was a Tank Master Gunner in the Army. Combat jobs were not available to women until recently. I learned how to be strong mentally and physically.

Had I been female the abuse I went through would have been far more traumatizing. I still pine for things I did not get to experience like being a girl and learning about clothes, hairstyles, and makeup. But I can learn those now. I wish I had more time to spend enjoying it. I am not immortal yet.

I can't help but think there is a reason for my life unfolding as it has. I can accept that.

May your day be a great one Athena!

Chrissy

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Quote from: Jenn104 on Today at 07:05:54 AMI light heartedly post about 'getting my yoga on' from time to time. In truth, yoga's become a pillar in my own transition. Last week was the kind of week where merely two things on tap after work could be considered a light evening. I decided to try the Friday class yoga class- glad I did. Stylistically it is a "yin" class, slower and much more contemplative. Really good stuff for me after last week. Added plus? a few women in the class were like "Jenn! See you Sunday too right? coffee after". It's nice to be invited. I did show, and coffee after was nice. Note to self-- remember to take an hour for myself now and then.

Saturday I did what I think'll be the last extended ride before the 85 gloriously uphill miles on the gran fondo ride on the 19th. I rode 63 miles with my friend-- which works to 101 km. My first "metric century". I did ok - 63 miles at a shade under 15 mph and I had a lot left in the tank. My friend - also in the ride- believe I am "good to go".  Same for my bike, altho I am going to rebleed the brakes. "too much stopping power" does not exist, lol.

This upcoming week-- not so so so bad. I have a board meeting. Regular electrolysis. A sub-committee meeting, I am co-chair of the volunteer committee, so I need to put in some time. Plus training. My training is shifting slightly.

anyway, life remains hectic and good.

~Jenn

Sounds good Jenn.

Chrissy

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I light heartedly post about 'getting my yoga on' from time to time. In truth, yoga's become a pillar in my own transition. Last week was the kind of week where merely two things on tap after work could be considered a light evening. I decided to try the Friday class yoga class- glad I did. Stylistically it is a "yin" class, slower and much more contemplative. Really good stuff for me after last week. Added plus? a few women in the class were like "Jenn! See you Sunday too right? coffee after". It's nice to be invited. I did show, and coffee after was nice. Note to self-- remember to take an hour for myself now and then.

Saturday I did what I think'll be the last extended ride before the 85 gloriously uphill miles on the gran fondo ride on the 19th. I rode 63 miles with my friend-- which works to 101 km. My first "metric century". I did ok - 63 miles at a shade under 15 mph and I had a lot left in the tank. My friend - also in the ride- believe I am "good to go".  Same for my bike, altho I am going to rebleed the brakes. "too much stopping power" does not exist, lol.

This upcoming week-- not so so so bad. I have a board meeting. Regular electrolysis. A sub-committee meeting, I am co-chair of the volunteer committee, so I need to put in some time. Plus training. My training is shifting slightly.

anyway, life remains hectic and good.

~Jenn

Actually, I think if I'd been assigned female at birth, I would have been a very different person.  The years of living as male were horrible, but dealing with that has given me a depth of understanding about myself and even (to some extent) other people that I don't think I would have had if I'd grown up in a role more compatible with my nature.  There's stuff I see that my cis friends, even the more insightfull ones, don't see.  (Of course, sometimes that reinforces my feeling that I'm not really human )

Quote from: Jessica_K on April 28, 2024, 01:10:25 AMWhen I look back at my long life I see how much I have missed out on because I was not born with the right body.

I read lots of posts by trans women who say they wish they'd been born female.

Not to say that they are wrong when it comes to themselves, but I don't feel that way about myself.  There was all kinds of stuff I suffered because I was assigned male but didn't fit in the box society tried to make me fit into, but I don't believe it would have been a lot better if I'd been assigned female -- it would have been different, but probably not any less awful.  The world I grew up in had rigid ideas of what boys and girls had to be and treated anyone who didn't fit in pretty harshly.

I have a younger sister, and while I don't think they were quite as brutal with her (though I may have missed some stuff since she was 9 years younger), people still treated her like something was wrong with her.  And there still seems to be a conflict in her between how she believes she is supposed to be and who she really is inside, though I don't think she's ever faced up to it.  Twenty years ago I realized that I had to deal my own version of this or I would soon be dead, and that ultimately lead to my transitioning.