The_Broken_poet (imported) wrote: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:28 pm First off let me say a few words about myself

My name used to be Daniella

I am a 20 (nearly 21) female to male transexual.

I have been living as a man since I was 12 years old, and my parents finally realized that it was not some phase

I have been through hell quite litterally.

Between the years of psychiatry to pry away the layers of myself

And the constant mockery all through highschool and trade school (I have always wanted to be a mechanic)

I have learned to love myself for who I am

Now for how I look

I have had top surgery (complete removal of breast tissue)

I have had some bottom surgery (they crafted a penis and testicles but they only function to pee)

I will upload a few pictures as soon as I can (I'm on my iPhone at the moment)

I have only one tattoo at the moment (a cross with a guitar leaning on it)

But I have Plans for more. I want portrats of my mom and dad on My left forearm

And a spark plug bracelet on my right wrist with words leading to a distributer cap on my elbow

As mentioned above I am a full time mechanic at an actual auto shop

I also play guitar andbass guitar

I have a loving and wonderful wife (married 2years)

We have known eachother forever and she has been by my side through my coming out

And she fully supports everything I do

If there is anything else you want to know just ask

Danya (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:35 am Welcome! There are many terrific, supportive folks here. I am a male to female transsexual.

You can google "photo sharing sites". This gives you a list of site reviews, site addresses and so on. A popular site is www.flickr.com. It's free, as are a number of others.

janekane (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:38 pm Were I to guess, based on having met with and talked with some thousands of people during my lifetime, it would be my best guess that a large portion of people are not fully satisfied, or content, with how they are defined by other people. Yet I also guess that most people who are not inwardly content with other's definitions of them are reluctant to go public with their non-contentment because of the risk of reprisals from folks who are afraid of being true to their innermost sense of selfhood.

My innermost sense of myself informs me that I am more in accord with what social tradition deems to be feminine than deems to be masculine. So that you don't have to search through my whole realm of postings here, I will repeat some things I have posted earlier; those who are adequately familiar with such, I suggest skipping down five paragraphs.

When I was very young, my parents noted my prefering "girl" toys to "boy" toys, and provided me with a variety of both and let me make my own choices.

On the first day of kindergarten, my mother walked with me to school, to the kindergarten room, where, at the door, my teacher suggested that I go to the far end of the room and play with the toys there, There were two groups of toys, one that I found appealing and the other not so appealing. As I began playing with the toys, my teacher came over to me and said, "NO, {my usual name}, those toys are for the girls."

One Sunday evening in December, 1952, my family (mom, dad, brother, and I) gathered after supper in our living room to listen to the Jack Benny radio show. As was usual in those times, the show began with a joke told by Don Wilson. He spoke of taking a trip to Europe; to London, where a man was a man; to Paris, where a woman was a woman; and to Copenhagen, where a man was a woman. Christine Jorgensen.

During supper, it became obvious to me that I would soon need to "use the bathroom." Yet, I did like to hear the Jack Benny show. After the opening joke, I went upstairs, did my duty, and went to my bedroom, which was directly above our living room, and where I could easily hear the console radio in the living room. I lay down on my bed and cried. I cried with joy, knowing for sure that I was not alone, and that there were other people who had been mistreated for being truthful to their innermost sense of self.

At the Eunuch Archive 2012 MoM (Meeting of Members), some of us spoke directly of the sense of having become whole when our inner sense of self was validated by our surgical outcomes.

For myself, I have proper aspects of my life which fit the some of the common notions of the masculine and other aspects which reject other aspects of such notions. And, I have aspects which embrace some of the common notions of the feminine and aspects which reject other common notions of femininity.

For a number of years, when I lived in Illinois, I was a member of the Chicago Gender Society. At one meeting, another member asked me why I never cross-dressed. My reply, "What makes you think I am not cross-dressed now?" Because of what two ways of dressing would cost, I wear clothes that allow people to think of me as most likely male by outer appearance. If someone requires of me that I behave in the ways of typical macho-masculinity, I will always fail to do as required.

My life sex hormone pattern is somewhat like that of a woman who goes through menopause at age 47 and never has even one hot flash or other form of sex hormone diminution discomfort.

In my view, every person is perfectly unique in forever and beyond; to be genuinely true to self is the only way I can imagine for being authentically true to others.

janekane (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:38 pm In my view, every person is perfectly unique in forever and beyond; to be genuinely true to self is the only way I can imagine for being authentically true to others