Hello Everyone, I'm Deanna. I figured it was about time for an intro. I've been perusing the forum for hours now, getting to know many of you through your stories so I'm going to write a little about myself in return. I am M2F although, you wouldn't know it by looking at me as I haven't started any treatments and am currently living as male. That's not by choice... I have no alternative at the moment.
I am -out- to my parents (I have four... mom & step-dad, dad & step-mom). I came out to my mom first because I knew she would understand. I went to my first gay bar with her when I was 15, so she's liberal. She made my coming out easy on me by telling my other 3 parents and then relating back to me that they were all okay with it. I'm not sure if my dad really is though. I don't think he grasps the depth of the issue. I'm sure that he loves me with all his heart but I don't know if he's aware of the fact that, someday, I'll have the appearance of his daughter and not his son. I believe that he may think my being TS is just a passing fancy or that I'm a boy that just wants to be a girl... like a fun thing to try. The problem I have is bringing any of this up to him. It's true that my mom -outed me- to him and he told her that it was okay, he still loved me... but he and I personally have not spoken one word about it... not one.
I came out to my best friend of 10 years last spring I think. His reaction was an uncontrollable fit of laughter (and I was actually nervous to tell him). I couldn't help but laugh with him though. He persists that I need couseling and a girlfriend to "cure me" of my thoughts of SRS. He just doesn't understand but he's getting better... he told me I could be the maid of honor in his wedding if he had one

Currently, I am living in Huntsville, AL (or Huntsvegas as I like to call it) with my mom & step-dad. I have no job (anybody hiring? will gladly relocate

) and the place I was working at was severely damaged by Katrina. I really miss my home in Picayune, MS... I was only like, 45 minutes from the French Quarter in New Orleans. That's where I was able to dress up, "come out of my shell" and really be who I feel like on the inside.
That's all I can think of for the moment. Fell free to email or PM me as I'm usually home bored.
later,
Deanna Miller