Hi, my name is Geneva and I am woman (even if I'm stuck with a man's form for now).
I've managed to keep it supressed until my mid 30s, but it hurts too much to pretend any longer. I let the fear and ignorance of my backwater ultraconservative, ultrareligious rural community blind me. I honestly believed the ugly hairy men in dresses stereotypes, but it had started to hurt so much that I didn't care anymore. I'd been questioning if becoming a monstrous ->-bleeped-<- freak wasn't worse than not being at all. But then I actually opened my eyes and looked around on the web and saw what ugly lies I'd been fed. I'd say that no ones could know what finding this place menat to me, but I'm sure many of you know exactly what it is to find out you aren't alone and you AREN'T A FREAK.
Even with this ray of hope I know it won't be easy. Its funny that while most of the people around mean would see me as living a dream (wife that is a friend also [not just a status symbol], 2 kids, great house, a job that is better than I could have dreamed of in school) I find myself forced to risk it all. I dare not even dream of keeping any of it and that makes this hurt all the more, but I don't have a choice anymore (not that I ever did really).
I started this post with shaking hands, but I'm finishing it (slowly) with tears and sobs. At least as much as years of hearing boys don't cry and thinking I was a boy will let me. Even this is hard as I try to let go of the "shame" of crying.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CREATING THIS PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!