Stacy Lane has not received any gifts yet
Okay, ruined might be a stretch.
All things considering, my life has had its moments.
But I often wonder what life would have been like had I not seen the horror of how trans was presented on Jerry Springer.
My Girlfriend is a Man!
Those images of leopard clad, painted-faced transsexuals smacking their gum with their stop sign lips and throwing right hooks like George Foreman seared into my pre-teen mind in a very powerful way. In a very…Read More
As I ponder my place on the gender spectrum, one of my biggest worries is if I will be good at being a woman.
I weigh that against my current role that, while doesn't feel genuine, causing me inner stress and dysphoria, to the world I'm the fun guy to hang around, the life of the party.
In short, I'm good at playing me as a man. Oscar worthy, even.
Ugh. The life of a character actor, amiright?
I know, I know. I'll still be me. I'll always be me. "I'yam what…Read More
I am the cliche, and yet, somehow, I find comfort in that. In a time when identity seems so elusive, so out of my control, I know that somewhere in the world there are others just like me.
Just like me - a thirty-something, secondary transexual, who's built a life, got married, got the job, and now I have a kid on the way, due next month.
And all I can think about is this rotting feeling inside; that hollow nothing that leaves me an emotional shell.