Re: Considering Taking A Huge Step...
Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:48 am
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butterflyjack (imported) wrote: Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:15 am I'm so sorry you're feeling badly, Cheetaking..It seems your girlfriends analysis has brought this upon you...Her opinions are shaded heavily by her desires for what she wants you to be..Not necessarily what you want or who you really are...My guess is, she doesn't want you to be any more womanly than you are, possibly less so..
Have you ever had a really deep, honest chat with her respecting these gender issues? And your suggestion of seeing a specialist prior to self administration of hormones could be a good idea...Are you in therapy? These are tough issues to handle on your own..Very complex...Just be yourself...Talk to us..smooches Jackie
that I had some transsexual desires, but I have never been completely honest about them, I have always downplayed them when I'm talking about them to her. It feels like two conflicting universes... one where I'm seeking to be happy as a normal guy by standing up and being a man and assuming a traditional masculine role involving flattery, spontaneous displays of affection, security, and toughness, and then another completely different universe where the female version of myself lives. And I have always downplayed that female self around her, trying to be the man that I believe I need to be if the two of us are ever to be together. So no, she really does not know or understand just how serious I am about this, because I have always sugar-coated it with stupid things like "but it's okay now," or "don't worry about me," or just making it sound like something that I enjoy fantasizing about but have no desire to follow through with in real life. And at the same time that I was to some degree lying to her about this, I was also lying to myself. I was even able to convince myself that this was true, and have held this mindset for years. Whenever transsexual thoughts came to me, which they always do, I started telling myself "okay, enjoy the fantasy, but remember, you're past that now, and it has to stay a personal fantasy. Don't go too far," putting a cage around my desires. And only now am I realizing how much I was lying to myself. It's not just a fantasy. I DO want a vagina, and I DO wish that I was a girl. And just fantasizing about them isn't enough, because that only leads to perpetual unhappiness due to unrequited desires. And now that videos on the effects of hormones and watching real-life transitions have convinced me that it is indeed possible for me in real life, I can't keep lying to myself. But Jenny doesn't understand this change of mindset. Until tonight, whenever I brought up transsexualism again, she was still probably thinking of my "but it's okay now" or "but it's just a fantasy" or "just because I enjoy it" mindset. And even though we're technically broken up now, I know she still loves me, and I still love her too. And that's probably why she's seeming to be so unsupportive, offering lip-service but really not thinking that this is a good idea.
cheetaking243 (imported) wrote: Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:49 am You know how I said I might not have to post anything else until the actual trial started, because I felt like I'd gone as far as I could go conviction-wise?
Well, you can throw that right out the window, because I have yet another long angry rant/epiphany to follow.
Tonight was one of the worst nights of my entire life in terms of how I felt about my gender. Before tonight, I had actually been thinking in the back of my mind somewhere "you know, if I can feel this unbelievably happy with myself just by deciding to go on hormones, maybe I really don't need them in the first place. Maybe I just needed to be honest with myself." But after tonight, you can officially throw that theory out the window.
Tonight was the rehearsal dinner/party for my childhood friend Sean's wedding (which is tomorrow.)
You know, it's so easy for me to forget how little I have in common with other guys my age, until I'm absolutely surrounded by them. Sean is a Navy guy, and a bunch of his friends were at this party.
This ended up being a scene straight out of one of my stories. It was the first time in a long time that I had glimpsed "boy world" again, where the whole point of life is to look tough and macho, emotionally-stoic, and show off how tough and macho you are to just about every single one of your friends.
So there all these guys were, sitting and dicking around with each-other with jokes and constant swearing, drinking way more beer than they needed to, in general having that tough "swagger" about them in the way they presented themselves, lumbering around as they walked, making broad gestures with everything, striking "dude" poses for the cameras, making rude remarks and dirty jokes, and talking in a way that was confident and tough and loud.
And as all of this was going on around me, there was little old me sitting there in one of the chairs introspectively, playing with the ends of my fingers in a shy feminine manner, legs close together, just feeling like a wallflower instead of an active participant. Every thing they said, every way they acted, it felt so alien to me. And I noticed that there was pretty much nothing even remotely masculine about my mannerisms. I walked like the women, I talked like the women, I sat and behaved like the women, and I pretty much didn't have ANY of those broad masculine gestures or behaviors in me. I didn't feel like acting like a "bro" like the other guys, I just felt like having pleasant conversations with the people who I knew there. And this is what most of the women at this party were doing, while the guys were out dicking around and being all macho.
I just felt so wrong as it was going on. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a girl... not just a feminine guy, not just a guy who wanted to be a girl, but a girl. My mannerisms, and my natural inclination toward behavior, and the things that I actually felt like I understood the logic and the thought process behind as I watched others, they aren't like a guy at all. They're unmistakably feminine. And I couldn't help but once again start thinking about how much more I would feel like myself if I could be a girl. I felt like playing with the kids who were there, or carrying a cute kitten around, something like that. Or even acting cute... just smiling and keeping my arms pointed in, and adding an occasional remark or a sweet laugh when the guys crack jokes, then talking to the other girls on the side. THAT was what I felt like was right. It was what my personality wanted to do right then.
Not to mention, every time my mom took a picture it felt like such a huge let-down. I always looked so awful. That fatty masculine jaw, I hate it. My thick eyebrows that cover up my eyes when I smile, I hate them. My fatty stocky frame that makes me look like some kind of big lumbering animal most of the time, I really hate it. I couldn't stop imagining myself as a girl, and how much happier that would make me feel about myself. When my picture was being taken, I wanted to do cute poses, I wanted my smile to shine, and I wanted to look radiant and happy and like I had a personality. But with every picture, despite thinking that I was giving a bright smile and a happy pose, the feeling that I had inside was pretty much 100% different than the picture that eventually turned out. In all of them, I looked masculine, not the least bit cute, my smile didn't radiate at all, my eyes looked closed, and my smile looked emotionless and fake every single time. I really had that sense that what I have on the outside doesn't match what I have on the inside.
Again, this was like a scene straight out of one of my stories. And I felt just as miserable as the characters in my stories all over again. All night, I felt like crying. I felt like going outside and screaming. I felt like doing ANYTHING that could get rid of that knotted pit in my stomach that kept telling me that this was all wrong, and that I couldn't keep on living like this. It's that kind of feeling that I only get when I watch other guys my age, and watch their behavior, and I realize how much I'm different from them.
I've realized... I'm not just some abnormal guy who likes feminine things, I'm not just a guy who dreams about being a girl, and I'm not just girlish. I AM a girl. Everything about my life that is even remotely masculine in terms of how I present myself, it feels wrong. And everything about the way that the girls act, and the girls present themselves, feels like the way that I naturally want to behave. It's so easy to forget when I'm just going about my normal life, always around my girlfriend and all of her friends, and really don't have much masculinity around me. But now that I've once again had it right there in front of me, it's made me realize just how different I am from them, and how I really am not even a part of that world. It's an alien landscape to me. I have never understood masculine behavior, and never will. I do understand feminine behavior, and that is what I naturally want to act like myself. It's true. I was born in the wrong body. I'm not a guy who would rather have a vagina than a penis, I'm a girl just happens to be 6'3" tall and was born with a penis.
So, yeah, this was NOT a fun day. For better or for worse, though, I'm now certain of what my gender identity is... a girl. I'm still on the brink of crying right now as I imagine the terrible feelings of gender wrongness that I experienced tonight. No doubt, if I was taking female hormones right now, I would be bawling my eyes out. (And I WANT to! God, it feels so right when I actually cry when things are bothering me, and so wrong when I feel the pain and feel the tears welling up but nothing comes out.) I haven't felt so miserable in a very long time. For better or for worse, though, now I definitely know that no, I'm not ever going to be truly happy unless I change my gender. Just when I thought that everything was perfect, that maybe this wasn't such a big deal after all, and that maybe I could be on cloud nine regardless of what was between my legs, this party completely kicked me smack in the ass, sending me flying off that cloud so quickly that I didn't even know what hit me. So I suppose maybe on some deep level I'm happy to be feeling this way right now, because it is definitely yet another important step to understanding who I truly am, but by God this was one hell of a painful night. I pray to God that I never have to feel this miserable again as long as I live.
Okay, that's finally it. If you're still reading this, thanks for putting up with my complaining. I love you guys!
-from Carrie/whatever.
P.S....
HumanFly - thank God that's not true anymore. Because I'm not like that at all. I still like sports, I still like geeky fanboy/fangirlish interests, and I have no intention whatsoever of turning my life into a glamorous pink frilly cavalcade. At heart, I'm definitely more of a sensible midwestern girl type. Still unmistakably a girl at heart, but definitely not adhering to strict cultural femininity expectations.
corningman - Thanks for the link. I've never been a member of a Yahoo group before. Is it a good place?
or maybe because I was still having doubts in the first place, that this meant I was somehow less of a transsexual than the ones who I always hear about actually going through with it.
my life started going well, and so I actually was able to stop doing things like penis-taping and using female names on the internet. So I'm not crazy! Yay!