After months and months, I find myself posting twice in one day.

I haven't talked to you in a while and having gone through 2 name changes to land on one that stuck and really fits, (Michelle) I wasn't sure you would recognize me.
Ms Grace is right.

Again. (I am firmly convinced that there is a mountaintop somewhere waiting for her to take up her position as resident Guru.) Shame is a social construct. Necessary or not, helpful or not, it can be brutal. I felt it all my life, I just didn't know what being trans was. I think that the relief of putting a name to it just killed that shame as I haven't felt it since. I was so tired of being ashamed and hating myself. My brothers never felt shame at being a boy, my sister never felt shame at being a girl. Why should they? Why should we for being born the way we are?
What do I feel about being trans? I can not separate it from myself, so it just is. I am just happy that I was born in a time that I could do something about it, I don't have to live in a body that I can't stand. I don't know how it will turn out, but it's better than the alternative. 100 years ago, 200 years ago or God forbid 1,000 years ago forget about it. Might as well just dig a hole, smack me in the back of the head with the shovel and plant me in the hole. Maybe I would come up the next spring as a girl.
I am not brave or bold, I just do what I have to do to fit into the image of myself that has been in my head for as long as I can remember. I don't want to stand out, I want to blend in, become a part of everyone else for the first time. This is the only way I know how to do it.
At the same time, I can't live for everyone else either. This is it, the big show. No one really KNOWS what comes after. I want to live my life as a PART of everyone else, not an EXTENSION. An extension of so many's biased and limited views? I think not! They won't be lying on my deathbed with my regrets or triumphs, I will be damned if I let them live my life.
Michelle