At a certain point during the history of this blog (May/June 2010) and nearly 800 published posts, I wrote a story about my wife asking me "was I man enough to be a woman?"
To make a long blog post short, she was referring to the fact I was making both of us miserable due to the ripping and tearing of my genders.
Years later, I finally figured out the whole question was wrong.
Very simply, I was probably man enough to be a woman. Turns out years later I discovered I was woman enough to be a woman. Not a female in the transsexual sense but a woman in the transgendered sense.
I am a purist in the sense that no one can call them self a female until they can birth a child. (Please don't get into semantics with me concerning females who can't bear children.) I think you know where I'm going with this and hey it's only my belief!
You faithful (thank you!) followers here have been subjected to my endless rants about females who have little or no knowledge of being women.
So there you go-the old genitalia vs gender issue.
Indeed I did need to become enough of a woman to be one.
I am not foolish or smug enough to even suggest to you my journey is complete-it never will be.
The satisfying part of my life is I now know what I have to achieve to be woman enough. The challenging part is the farther I've come-the farther I need to go!
I'm proud to say I'm becoming enough of a woman to be one.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Transgender Engineering?
Check this website. You may have seen "Ana Mancini" before and if you want to see much more of her go to her "Transgender Beauty.com"
To save you some of the effort, I've added a "before", an "after" and a "too far after" picture.
To save you some of the effort, I've added a "before", an "after" and a "too far after" picture.
"before" |
"after" |
"WAY after broken Photo Shop Program!" |
Friday, February 10, 2012
I Feel "Swell"!
I never have be a fan of "taping" myself in the chest area to obtain a better illusion of cleavage. Way too much pain and suffering for a solution which seems to always come loose in the middle of an evening out. Whatever sensual pleasure I gained from the "illusion" of having breasts was gone. I even went as far as going "bra less" with a certain loose fitting top I had. No one could really tell what was going on with the "girls" anyhow. Of course the "girls" were the soft "boys".
Now of course the "girls" are starting to exert themselves and life is starting to change with each dosage of estrogen.
The other day I was searching through my underwear drawer and found one of my older under wire support bras. I immediately considered the potential benefit to my new girls and tried it on with my breast forms.
The new me positively loved the look!
All of the sudden it was me with the gentle swell of the girls peeking above the lacy bra. It was their turn to join the women of the world!
Heading for the closet, I immediately thought of the perfect low cut top and jeans.
I touched up my makeup, brushed my hair and headed out to meet the world.
Turns out the major distraction of the evening was trying to come up with ways to look down at the gentle swell of the girls peeking out from the top-and believing it was finally me!
Now of course the "girls" are starting to exert themselves and life is starting to change with each dosage of estrogen.
The other day I was searching through my underwear drawer and found one of my older under wire support bras. I immediately considered the potential benefit to my new girls and tried it on with my breast forms.
The new me positively loved the look!
All of the sudden it was me with the gentle swell of the girls peeking above the lacy bra. It was their turn to join the women of the world!
Heading for the closet, I immediately thought of the perfect low cut top and jeans.
I touched up my makeup, brushed my hair and headed out to meet the world.
Turns out the major distraction of the evening was trying to come up with ways to look down at the gentle swell of the girls peeking out from the top-and believing it was finally me!
Mother of Transgendered Girl Fighting Back.
In the UK a mother of a 10 year old transgendered daughter has petitioned the press to stop using transphobic terms.
The mother of a girl trapped in a boy’s body says her daughter’s
spirits have been lifted after more than 1,000 people signed a
petition to give hope to others with gender dysphoria.
Livvy James, aged 10, of Worcester, was born a boy but has always
known she was a girl and made the courageous decision to re-turn to
school in Worcester as a girl last September.
We reported in your Worcester News on Monday how Livvy, a name assumed
to protect her real identity, had battled suicidal thoughts but still
wanted to help others in the same position through the petition, set
up last Thursday by her mum, 37-year-old Saffy James.
The petition, which will eventually be handed in to the Press
Association, objects to the use of words such as ‘sex-swap/change’,
‘tranny’ and ‘gender bender’ in the press and had attracted 1,072
signatures by the time your Worcester News went to press.
Follow the "petition" link above.
The mother of a girl trapped in a boy’s body says her daughter’s
spirits have been lifted after more than 1,000 people signed a
petition to give hope to others with gender dysphoria.
Livvy James, aged 10, of Worcester, was born a boy but has always
known she was a girl and made the courageous decision to re-turn to
school in Worcester as a girl last September.
We reported in your Worcester News on Monday how Livvy, a name assumed
to protect her real identity, had battled suicidal thoughts but still
wanted to help others in the same position through the petition, set
up last Thursday by her mum, 37-year-old Saffy James.
The petition, which will eventually be handed in to the Press
Association, objects to the use of words such as ‘sex-swap/change’,
‘tranny’ and ‘gender bender’ in the press and had attracted 1,072
signatures by the time your Worcester News went to press.
Follow the "petition" link above.
"Livvy" |
Trans Women "Down Under"
It was all glam and glitter at the Ms Gay and Ms Transsexual Australia
competition at the Shoppingtown Hotel, Doncaster on Saturday as
beauties from around Australia vied for the illustrious titles.
No Comment. Even I'm "wordless"!!!!
competition at the Shoppingtown Hotel, Doncaster on Saturday as
beauties from around Australia vied for the illustrious titles.
No Comment. Even I'm "wordless"!!!!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Transgendered Photo Shoot
Jessica Rosen is an American portrait and fashion photographer living in Sao Paulo, Brazil. About her series, The girls from Avenida Mem de Sa, Rosen writes:
‘I have spent the past three years working closely with a community of transgender sex workers in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. All of the subjects of these photos were born biologically male and have since taken steps toward feminizing their identity. They have created their notion of the ideal woman and then move towards performing that role as naturally as possible. These photographs are an exploration of the performance of gender and identity’.
This is quite a unique collection and I will post a few more of them in the gallery.
The First Lady of Trangendered Social Sites!
Perhaps you've heard of "Chloe Prince" and the "PINKessence" transgendered web site.
She was featured several years ago in an ABC Primetime Special. The 2009 television news show was arguably one of the first attempts to realistically look at a trans woman's journey.
Today, Chloe made a second major television appearance with her wife on the "Anderson Cooper's" new show called "Anderson".
Chloe started her life as Ted. He dominated Chloe's life; was happily married to Renee for eight years and had two children.
Ironically, a severe reaction to a bee sting triggered a drop in levels of the male hormone, testosterone.
As his skin softened and he developed a more womanly shape, Ted discovered he felt more comfortable with his body, and ultimately underwent gender reassignment surgery.
For the complete story follow any or all of the links.
If you have never checked her "Pink" site, make sure you do it also!
She was featured several years ago in an ABC Primetime Special. The 2009 television news show was arguably one of the first attempts to realistically look at a trans woman's journey.
Today, Chloe made a second major television appearance with her wife on the "Anderson Cooper's" new show called "Anderson".
"Chloe Prince and Renee today" |
Chloe started her life as Ted. He dominated Chloe's life; was happily married to Renee for eight years and had two children.
Ironically, a severe reaction to a bee sting triggered a drop in levels of the male hormone, testosterone.
As his skin softened and he developed a more womanly shape, Ted discovered he felt more comfortable with his body, and ultimately underwent gender reassignment surgery.
For the complete story follow any or all of the links.
"Ted and Renee" |
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
New and Old Links
I was invited recently to link up with a blog called "tvChix". Admittedly, I had never heard of it but none the less flattered that Simone ( from the site ) had heard of my little blog. At first, second and third glance the site seems to be a unique compilation of all different kinds of transgendered blogs and web sites. From intellectual and political transgendered sites such as "Tranifesto" and "TransGriot" to crossdresser shopping sites and clubs, the links are there. Of course you can take a look from my "hook up" links too.
The "old" link I referred to, is the site which continues to be my "gold standard"- "Femulate". Stana just ran a great post on another set of photos from the "Miss Eng" womanless beauty pageants from the Philippines.
The name comes from the engineering school which has been doing these pageants for years. One of the interesting "disclaimers" I read said the contestants were "straight as sticks". Really? Obviously it mattered to some one!
The "old" link I referred to, is the site which continues to be my "gold standard"- "Femulate". Stana just ran a great post on another set of photos from the "Miss Eng" womanless beauty pageants from the Philippines.
"Miss Eng contestant from "Dream Girl's" pageant." |
What is a Freak?
First let's find an "Official" definition:
freak 1 (frk)
freak 1 (frk)
n.
1. A thing or occurrence that is markedly unusual or irregular: A freak of nature produced the midsummer snow.
2. An abnormally formed organism, especially a person or animal regarded as a curiosity or monstrosity.
3. A sudden capricious turn of mind; a whim: "The freaks of the psyche can no more be explained than the Devil" (Maurice Collis).
4. Slang
a. A drug user or addict: a speed freak.
b. An eccentric or nonconformist person, especially a member of a counterculture.
c. An enthusiast: rock music freaks.
You all probably know where I'm going with all of this. For some reason lately I've been on a tangent with "F" words. Check my recent blog post!
I guess I was looking for some good in the definition of "freak". Being a child of the 60's, freak of course was not entirely a bad term.
Looking at the definition above from "The Free Dictionary" the slang "b" definition certainly refers to the 60's lifestyle.
The number two definition brings me to a couple other "F" words. These two are fear and faith.
Being viewed as a "curiosity" will be overcome by education from the transgendered world.
Being viewed as a "monstrosity" is completely ugly and brings back one story in particular. The Tennessee legislator who wants to "stomp a mud hole" in any trans woman or trans man who seemingly threatens him.
His story evokes fear in me and probably some of you too on some level.
The fear however is a powerful motivator for me.
"Fear" leads me to my final "F" word-"fire".
Fear fires me up to have faith in myself. In my own small way, I'm trying to add my own definition to the dictionary:
When you call me a freak, I do operate in a gender flux situation which could in turn confuse or educate you.
Just don't be the monstrosity when you find out who I am. My faith will overcome your fear.
I guess I was looking for some good in the definition of "freak". Being a child of the 60's, freak of course was not entirely a bad term.
Looking at the definition above from "The Free Dictionary" the slang "b" definition certainly refers to the 60's lifestyle.
The number two definition brings me to a couple other "F" words. These two are fear and faith.
Being viewed as a "curiosity" will be overcome by education from the transgendered world.
Being viewed as a "monstrosity" is completely ugly and brings back one story in particular. The Tennessee legislator who wants to "stomp a mud hole" in any trans woman or trans man who seemingly threatens him.
His story evokes fear in me and probably some of you too on some level.
The fear however is a powerful motivator for me.
"Fear" leads me to my final "F" word-"fire".
Fear fires me up to have faith in myself. In my own small way, I'm trying to add my own definition to the dictionary:
When you call me a freak, I do operate in a gender flux situation which could in turn confuse or educate you.
Just don't be the monstrosity when you find out who I am. My faith will overcome your fear.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Holding Penalty-Fifteen Yards
I had to make a Super Bowl reference on the day of the big game.
First of all, the ditz that I am scheduled a colonoscopy the day after the game.
My Super Bowl menu was then set. Chicken Broth, yucky medicine and water. For those of you who have been through them, you know I'm watching the game from the toilet.
Definitely not the most fun and glamorous evening I had planned but then again much better than colon cancer.
As with everything, there are bright spots. I had been gaining weight with the hormones and spending too much time writing-so! Why not start the diet the hard way!
On top of all of this, I've become impatient with my perceived lack of progress. Today at least until the next hot flash or twinge in my breasts.
While I'm on the topic, calling them breasts is so formal. Sure I have heard numerous genetic women call them breasts, boobs, boobies and of course "the girls".
I like the girls!
Maybe when I get to the official "jiggle" point with my breasts, maybe I'll will get a bottle of champagne and rechristen them "The Girls!".
First of all, the ditz that I am scheduled a colonoscopy the day after the game.
My Super Bowl menu was then set. Chicken Broth, yucky medicine and water. For those of you who have been through them, you know I'm watching the game from the toilet.
Definitely not the most fun and glamorous evening I had planned but then again much better than colon cancer.
As with everything, there are bright spots. I had been gaining weight with the hormones and spending too much time writing-so! Why not start the diet the hard way!
On top of all of this, I've become impatient with my perceived lack of progress. Today at least until the next hot flash or twinge in my breasts.
While I'm on the topic, calling them breasts is so formal. Sure I have heard numerous genetic women call them breasts, boobs, boobies and of course "the girls".
I like the girls!
Maybe when I get to the official "jiggle" point with my breasts, maybe I'll will get a bottle of champagne and rechristen them "The Girls!".
Rocking the "F" Word!
What's worse, being called the "T' word (Tranny) or the "F" word (Faggot)?
I just wondered because not to long ago I think I heard someone call me that behind my back.
Actually the "F" word is a real warning sign for me.
Tranny is a word of ignorance to me unless some one in the transgendered community uses it. The public has not yet been conditioned yet to "gender" slur words.
The "F" word is a hate term to me. It is no different than using the "N" word with Black Americans.
The word also is a violent word to me. When I hear it directed at me or others, I'm automatically on guard and watching my back.
I equate the process with all the transgender violence we read about.
The only fortunate part of this process is that I haven't seen or heard it much in my life.
The sad part is I could be an exception.
I just wondered because not to long ago I think I heard someone call me that behind my back.
Actually the "F" word is a real warning sign for me.
Tranny is a word of ignorance to me unless some one in the transgendered community uses it. The public has not yet been conditioned yet to "gender" slur words.
The "F" word is a hate term to me. It is no different than using the "N" word with Black Americans.
The word also is a violent word to me. When I hear it directed at me or others, I'm automatically on guard and watching my back.
I equate the process with all the transgender violence we read about.
The only fortunate part of this process is that I haven't seen or heard it much in my life.
The sad part is I could be an exception.
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