Feminine Spirit
Back we go to Michelle West's comment concerning meshing your feminine spirit with your male physical being.
One of the most common questions I get, continues to be, when did I know I was transgender.
Looking back, I probably always had a feminine spirit I was trying to contain. My physical male self fought quite the battle for over a half century.
Along the way, I worked when I could on transforming my male side into something more palatable to my feminine spirit just screaming to get out. Each time I was able to cross dress and get a short fix, life seemed better for a short while. All too quickly though, my inner girl was screaming for more. Ironically, she didn't seem to understand I was doing the best I could and my male self was fighting too.
Life was hell, when both of my genders battled. I self medicated too much with alcohol and became a "macho" drinker. Along with that came participation in many ultra masculine activities, like sports and smoking cigars. What made life even more frustrating, was being a guy came so easy to me on occasions and was even fun. At the same time, I never lost my feminine compass.
Slowly but surely, my feminine side began to gain a bigger foothold as I cross dressed and went out a couple days a week. I learned small lessons each time but was forced to go back to guy mode and forget most of them. I endured though, and even began to establish a small life where people only knew me as a woman...transgender or not.
Of course, we all know how this story ends. All the doors magically began to open in my early 60's and I was able to complete a MTF gender transition. For years now, I have been able to live on HRT full time as a woman.
It took my feminine spirit a long time to do it but like any patient woman, she knew what she wanted and she got it.
One of the most common questions I get, continues to be, when did I know I was transgender.
Looking back, I probably always had a feminine spirit I was trying to contain. My physical male self fought quite the battle for over a half century.
Along the way, I worked when I could on transforming my male side into something more palatable to my feminine spirit just screaming to get out. Each time I was able to cross dress and get a short fix, life seemed better for a short while. All too quickly though, my inner girl was screaming for more. Ironically, she didn't seem to understand I was doing the best I could and my male self was fighting too.
Life was hell, when both of my genders battled. I self medicated too much with alcohol and became a "macho" drinker. Along with that came participation in many ultra masculine activities, like sports and smoking cigars. What made life even more frustrating, was being a guy came so easy to me on occasions and was even fun. At the same time, I never lost my feminine compass.
Slowly but surely, my feminine side began to gain a bigger foothold as I cross dressed and went out a couple days a week. I learned small lessons each time but was forced to go back to guy mode and forget most of them. I endured though, and even began to establish a small life where people only knew me as a woman...transgender or not.
Of course, we all know how this story ends. All the doors magically began to open in my early 60's and I was able to complete a MTF gender transition. For years now, I have been able to live on HRT full time as a woman.
It took my feminine spirit a long time to do it but like any patient woman, she knew what she wanted and she got it.
Before there was a patient woman, there was a procrastinating man fuc*king it all up. Am I right, or am I right? Been there, done that, myself. ;-)
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