When Do You Stop Being Transgendered?

Silly question? Maybe never.
This all came up as I was swapping emails with an old friend who has a similar life experience as I. She is also considering hormones at the same age. She had just recently watched a couple short documentaries about a couple of transgendered women with her wife. Ironically, she found herself identifying with neither. Unfortunately, one of the individuals in the documentaries came off as rather clownish and even hurt the home discussion. Her wife is to the point that she told her if this is what you want, do it. The problem became, just who is "you"?
 My friend and I then ended up discussing just finding a niche for yourself in the transgendered culture.
Of course later I began to rethink the process and came up with this idea- At what point do you cross the threshold from identifying as a transgendered person and identify as just being you?
At times I feel guilty in some sort of way about not identifying internally as a male or a female. I think "Isn't there a problem here?"
I hate the phrase "It is what it is" but in this case "it" is.
In the past here I have detailed many of the formative experiences in my life in either gender.
The experience helped to understand both genders. I know what it is to compete in an alpha male world and how it shapes a man. That's why I don't hate them.
I'm learning to know what I so wanted over the span of my life about a female existence. Slowly but surely, I'm discovering the true essence of a life I only dreamed about.
Where does all this leave me? Right smack in the middle.
I have been so fortunate to carve out a small niche is society as a woman. My fondest desire is to continue the process just as far as a can.
On the other hand. "It is what it is" I can't erase so many years of male life either. 
At some point I would have a label at all anymore. I will just be me!

Who is the "Ass" Now?

Celebrated showman "P.T. Barnum" is erroneously credited with saying  "There's a sucker born every minute".

Unfortunately it seems the "Black Madam" is finding her share of them until she gets exposed again and taken off the street. 

The whole process begs the question "Who is the ass  now? Dumb or other?"

Once again the 'Black Madam' who was suspected of killing a British student with a botched bottom implant has been arrested in connection with another illegal enhancement procedure.

The 42-year-old, also known as Padge-Victoria Windslowe, was about to host a 'pumping party' at a home in Philadelphia when she was apprehended last night, police said.

 Windslowe went on the run last year went on the run after one of her patients allegedly died from a botched butt implant. Approximately two weeks ago, yet another of her "patients" nearly died and police obtained a warrant.

Hopefully this woman is exposed and recognized by an obviously desperate segment of the transgendered community and spends some time behind bars.

I'm ashamed to point this out, Windslowe is transgendered herself.

A Must Read for Transgendered Youth and Parents

"Jessie" has been in the news before.

"Julie Ross and daughter Jessie"

This story from "The Boston Phoenix" brings the life of the now 10 year old transgendered daughter from Brookline, Massachusetts.
Here's is an intro to an interview in the article which includes a blog link:

"Julie Ross didn't always plan to blog about her experience as the mother of a 10-year-old transgender child named Jessie (who, until her 10th birthday in 2011, was known as George).
The blog, georgejessielove.wordpress.com, grew out of an e‑mail list that Ross, who lives in Brookline, launched to keep friends and family updated on the big changes going on in her household (which includes her husband, Rich, and a teenage son named Harrison). She waffled about "going public," but when Hotmail shut her down as a suspected spammer, her decision was practically made for her. "I had so many things left to say," she recalls.
Ross's posts are brutally honest, funny, and occasionally tear-jerking. A single entry veers from amusing — Ross insists one morning that Jessie wear a shirt long enough that her penis wouldn't be obvious in leggings — to moving, when Jessie reminds her mom, at the end of that day, "It's not what the body parts are, it is the soul inside. I am a girl."

The last sentence tells it all!