Once again another susans topic goes madly off the rails....
Guys, dolls, and things.... Hypatia is NOT saying she is 'normal' and you are weird, and wants nothing to do with you. Please read her post's WORDS before fyling into a blind rage at the thought of someone wanting to not be part of the wonderful ->-bleeped-<-gasm of an idenity you may love.
News flash....
Some do not like the fact they were born transsexual.
I happen to share this feeling, and unlike milliontoone, i have never identified as anything but a girl. Yeah, i transitioned, yeah, 'technically' im whatever label you want to use under the sun, but My identity, why i transitioned in the first place is female. end of.... I dont get this 'i identify as a man before, transgender during and woman after' mlarkey... heck, why would your identity change?
Transition happened yes. but do you see people with say... diabetes identifying as 'glucose intollerant' becase they are? no, they identify as the man or woman they were before... thats what this community misses... it focuses too much on gender as being a core part of ones identity... being almost all there is to an identity tbh... the whole trans community as a group puts too high a significance on gender...
Guys, get out... There is so much this community ignores from identity... they ignore musical taste, friends, hobbies.... heck half the time it seems this is most's hobby....
in the words of a wise man:
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f**king big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of f**king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing ->-bleeped-<-ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f**ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?