Honestly it's not something I really think about much these days.  I know who I am as a person and when I act and look as myself (who I really am), then I am percieved by others as a woman.  I prefer being thought of as a woman and frankly, that's good enough for me.

Quote from: Tinkerbell on March 04, 2007, 05:15:21 AM
Well, I was always a woman, since I was a wee child.

Wow, most females don't become women until *after* puberty.  You sure were early.

Melissa

Quote from: Melissa on March 04, 2007, 09:34:51 AM

Quote from: Tinkerbell on March 04, 2007, 05:15:21 AM
Well, I was always a woman, since I was a wee child.

Wow, most females don't become women until *after* puberty.  You sure were early.

Melissa

You know what I meant.   But just to give it a funny twist.  You see fairies evolve early in life, so that is why!

tinkerbell

Where I truely fit in in relation to society as a whole.

Hmm, well, ya know, after rethinking many of the threads and opinions here, apparently I'm NOT a woman anyway.

Whew. THAT sure simplifies things for me.

With my lower-intensity suffering from GID (Harry Benjamin Scale scale), I've been turned on when wearing women's clothes, I've had sex with a woman (and enjoyed it), I haven't had SRS (nor is it a big deal to me, and I can't promise I'll do it)... I'm old (aka socialized as a male thus wouldn't be successful as a woman anyway - unlike the younger ones), unpassable (just a guy in a dress?), and definately not functioning or being accepted as a woman in society.

Nope. No woman here.

K.

Quote from: Kate on March 04, 2007, 06:37:22 PM
apparently I'm NOT a woman anyway.

Whew. THAT sure simplifies things for me........

Nope. No woman here.
K.

And the funniest thing of all is that you expect us to believe that.

I think we all have a sort of internal compass that points at one pole or another.  And for some it swings back and forth.  No physical test or presence of certain body parts can identify it.  And it is sad when we try to navigate by the wrong compass heading.



Kristi

Julie, I too realize that my chromosomes are likely XY's.  I'm not so foolish to believe that everyone thinks me female. But...

I've been asked this a million times.  My simplest answer is that "I am.  I no longer need to answer those questions."  If someone is interested in learning, I'll help where I can by relating my story.  But I need not justify myself anymore.  It is fruitless and therefore unneccessary.


Cindi

Quote from: Kate on March 04, 2007, 06:37:22 PM
Hmm, well, ya know, after rethinking many of the threads and opinions here, apparently I'm NOT a woman anyway.

Whew. THAT sure simplifies things for me.

With my lower-intensity suffering from GID (Harry Benjamin Scale scale), I've been turned on when wearing women's clothes, I've had sex with a woman (and enjoyed it), I haven't had SRS (nor is it a big deal to me, and I can't promise I'll do it)... I'm old (aka socialized as a male thus wouldn't be successful as a woman anyway - unlike the younger ones), unpassable (just a guy in a dress?), and definately not functioning or being accepted as a woman in society.

Nope. No woman here.

K.

That post breaks my heart, Kate.

~ Blair

Quote from: Cindi Jones on March 04, 2007, 09:23:02 PM

I've been asked this a million times.  My simplest answer is that "I am.  I no longer need to answer those questions."  If someone is interested in learning, I'll help where I can by relating my story.  But I need not justify myself anymore.  It is fruitless and therefore unneccessary.


Cindi

I agree with this completely. I only am willing to give an answer here because of who you all happen to be. Everyone else, I just tell them there is no way they can understand and it's pointless for me to try to make them understand.

Love always,
Elizabeth

What makes me a woman?  Perhaps I'm not.  But I'm also NOT a man.  Sometimes looking too hard at questions like this only throw me into depression and confussion.  If I were to take a stroll down the transition path, would I be any more accepted as a woman, as I have been as a man?  Don't know.  I just know that there is a comfortable place for me when I wear something femine.  I get flutters in my tummy when my wife tells me to stop acting so girlie.  I felt these incredible feeling of rightness when I filled traditional "mother" roles, as my wife was too ill to do them.

Maybe I'm not a woman, but I CAN feel like one. 

I think this is another of those threads that could continue on forever.  How do I know I'm a woman?  It's in my brain, the way it processes information, the natural way my brain sends me signals that say Beverly, woman.  It's the way I feel emotionally about life's experiences.  Men and women perceive their world differently, respond to it differently, and solve its problems differently.  It's the fact that I am a nurturing being.  It's the way I look into the gun cabinet, and wonder, what in the world was it, that made this so important at one time in my life?  Somehow I can't remember.

It's the way I prefer my skin to be softer, and more sensitive than it once was, and it's the way I respond to the gentle touch of my wife.  It's the way we pleasure each other for the same experience.  It's the fact that we could be content to simply cuddle, as we are both sensitive, nurturing people, and care most for our physical, mental, tactile, and spiritual connection.

Maybe, it's related to the occasions that I am in the supermarket, wearing jeans, sneakers, denim shirt, and mussed hair, not looking  feminine, or particularly female for that matter, and a man apologizes for being in the way ... "sorry young lady, didn't mean to block your way".  What made me female to him, so much so, that he felt immediately at ease in calling me female?   Why do I have an immediate acceptance by lesbian couples when I sell to them when everyone else in the company seems to turn them off?  What is it about me that convinces my wife of decades, that I am a woman?  She refers to me as a woman.

Both sides of my mother's and father's families represents gender and orientation diversity that is greater percentage-wise than any other family I know.  Gender is molded in the brain of the embryo before birth, just as orientation is.  Like all of nature, there is diversity everywhere you look.  Diversity is the natural order of the universe, even though you will find a world of educated scientists that will tell you otherwise.

I am a woman, because deep down somewhere in my spirit I know I am a woman.
The bottom line is, I am, and it brings me great joy and peace.

Joy and peace be yours as well,

Bev   

Quote from: Kate on March 04, 2007, 06:37:22 PM
Hmm, well, ya know, after rethinking many of the threads and opinions here, apparently I'm NOT a woman ....

I've had sex with a woman (and enjoyed it), I haven't had SRS (nor is it a big deal to me, and I can't promise I'll do it)... I'm old (aka socialized as a male thus wouldn't be successful as a woman anyway - unlike the younger ones), unpassable (just a guy in a dress?), and definately not functioning or being accepted as a woman in society.

Nope. No woman here.

K.

Kate....what a bad day you are having, girl!  Bet I'm older than you.  Bet I prefer women too.  Ever consider you might, just might not only be a woman, but a lesbian woman??
Do you really like dresses that much, or are you maybe an ordinary girl, jeans, slacks, tops, and you prefer just chasing skirts, not wearing them! 
Seriously though, sounds like you're just in a slump.  Not too surprising.

Keep the faith, baby,

Bev

QuoteWhat makes me a woman?  Perhaps I'm not.  But I'm also NOT a man. 

I can relate to your sentiments Annie. Maybe I'm not a woman either, although I did RLT and was happier and more comfortable during that year + than almost any other time in my life. But I'm definitely NOT a man either, and it's often hard living in a society that doesn't have words or place for me to exist openly and safely as someone in between the two.

zythyra

Kate in as much as there are minorities upon minorities here you're not alone!
hugs
Ricki

Even when a child, at four, I knew I wasn't male.  How does one know? How does one know that one's foot is itching?

I've known since I was old enough to know, and don't know how to describe it.

There is a certain sense of being, of belonging, that cannot be described.

Quote from: tgirljuliewilson on March 08, 2007, 02:51:10 AMEven when a child, at four, I knew I wasn't male.

I find it odd thinking back, in my earliest memories I remember discomfort with myself physically and just knowing that I did not fit in  but I didn't really put the pieces together gender wise, It wasn't until I was 16-17 or so when I found out what transsexual even meant outside of ->-bleeped-<-s on trisha (uk tame version of jerry springer) which I obviously did not see myself as one of.


once I really found out and understood what a transsuxal person was I started opening up about those issues. if anyone had outright told me clinically about transsexualism at practically any point in my life I would have thought it through and self diagnosed in no time at all, just with my fathers constant negative "->-bleeped-<-s are just men" statements and the constant image of the terrible media image I was never given a suitable definition of transexual to identify myself as.