Quote from: John Smith on June 12, 2013, 12:44:05 PM
Get thee behind me, Cupid.
Haha.
Regarding my previous remark, I know that sometimes, things that we actually anticipated are very different in reality and seem to sneak up on us. Baldness, for example. I knew that I had to transition even if I lost all of my hair, and once I started T, I knew that I would never stop. But when I seemed to be balding, I thought, "Not ready to face that just yet." So two years of finasteride. I'm glad I got through that phase and am off those meds; now nothing is interfering with my T. But a few trans people were very judgmental about my using it. I even had one guy laugh in my face (IRL) and say that if you're not ready to lose your hair, you're not ready to transition. Well, that was bull.
I never answered the OP's question, though.
Quote"Do some of you feel like you'd rather be a man and be happy but single, rather than be something you're not (a female), in relationships with other women, but unhappy with yourself?"
In my case, there was no question of living as a woman and having relationships (except I'm attracted to men) and just being unhappy. I had already lived all of that. The main thing that really killed my long-term relationship was my increasing unhappiness with my body and presentation. As a result, I began to realize that I would never be able to have the right sexual relationship with my partner, and I was still mulling that over that when my partner broke up with me.
Although I had managed to make some kind of peace with my situation and live with it for quite some time, there was not going to be a happy "female" Arch. I finally got to the "transition or die" stage where there was no longer any question about staying as I was. I had to change.
And, boy, am I glad I did. I still have my issues, and I do miss the intimacy of my old relationship, but I'm still loads happier as a single gay man than I could HONESTLY be when living as a straight woman. With all of the repressing and filtering and compartmentalizing and staying busybusybusy, I was actually relatively happy as a woman for quite some time. But only with all of that self-deception and distraction.
If I'd been stripped down to my bare naked core, the ugly truth would have emerged.
That person wasn't the whole, honest me. Now--after, admittedly, a fairly difficult adjustment that I'm still working through--I am living as me. I still have a ways to go, but I would never go back if offered the chance--even if an omniscient entity told me that I definitely would never sleep with another human being for as long as I lived. That wouldn't be welcome news, but I have a pretty hearty sex life, even if it is all DIY. And I have friends who care about me. And I am finally ME.