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The theme of this post reminds me of that old Divinyls song, “I Touch Myself”, except a bit yuckier. For those of you who for some reason don’t have the whole panoply of sexual paraphilia memorized, autogynephilia is the alleged condition of being sexually attracted to oneself as a woman with underlying assumption that one did not begin life that way. A recent commenter, NYK (not ‘Nick’, it’s Nobody You Know, you know), brought this up in one of her recent responses, so I thought now would…

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooooh that smell

So this is will be the dumbest thing I ever wrote here.  But today I have been dumb all day so forgive me.   First I rushed out of the house this morning to catch the bus leaving money and my bank card behind.  I had enough money at the bottom of my purse to make it to work.  Then the day progresses and I don’t get to the bank before it closes.

So now I have no money, no way of getting any money and no way home.  To…

This post is a few weeks late now, but I haven't had much time to just sit down and write for a bit.  Anyway, April 2013 was a very eventful month for me.

The first thing I did as Janelle this month was to go out dressed up for a quick trip to the store.  My dad was at a dance class with his girlfriend for the night, and my brother was at his night classes for college.  I used this opportunity to get dressed up in some jeans, boots, and a lacy t-shirt.  I finished the look off by…

I Am going fulltime starting right now. ill have a bunch of drab stuff in a box to burn soon (joke), the only men’s clothing I have that I plan on keeping are two sweaters that I got at JCP a few months back, a Hugo Boss tie, a Barnes and Noble messenger bag, and my new wallet. girls, I’m sick of switching I’m sick of feeling like a liar, I’m sick of being -him- for any amount of time so fulltime is my only course of action. I feel nervous, and excited, scared but determined.



when…

“So where’s your dad, anyway?” The question was asked by a young child who was playing with my son on the trampoline. I was sitting about 10 feet away to keep an eye on things. The other boy was a couple of years older, and my personal childhood experience taught me that older boys were not always hesitant to exercise power by virtue of age and strength. I may not be able to always protect him from this, but I’m sure as hell not letting anything happen on my watch.

My son pointed to…

As we transition, its not uncommon for family/friends to shun us. I come from a very big family, 5 brothers and 4 sisters. I also have 2 daughters and a son.

I have always had support from my mom..who always knew in her heart that I was a girl. Several months after I came out, my 2nd oldest sister started to support me. Only because she started to educate herself on my "condition" and realized I'm still her sibling no matter what.I've really had no contact with the rest of them in the…

A few weeks ago I called my Doctor and asked her how open minded she was. She said she thought she was very open minded, so I booked an appointment with her.

When I was there I talked about how I wanted to move on with my life as Gayle.

I talked about how I wanted to Transition from my male self to being Gayle full time, and what I needed to do to get started.

She told me she would help me in any way she could. That all she wanted for me was to be happy, she gave me a…

BEING THE ONLY ONE LIKE YOU AT YOUR COMPANY AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT?…

Recently I got into what was beginning to look like a commercialist battle with a very naive newbie. Okay. I am going to put this out to you people. I've been ACTIVELY transitioning since September 7th, 2004. What *does* this mean?



It means that upon September 7th of 2004 I began active changes to my life by way of HRT (hormone replacement therapy). This does NOT indicate that was the BEGINNING of my studies of the TG way of life. NOT by a LONG SHOT!

Being a nerd, (not to…

The first time I picked up Jennifer Finney Boylan’s autobiographical work, She’s Not There; A Life in Two Genders, I was in a pretty terrible place. I hadn’t yet dared to use ‘the T word’ to describe myself, but I was starting to get very close. I paged through it in the Barnes and Noble parking lot while an early November snow began to come down. “This is either going to be so strange that I know I’m on the wrong track, or it’s going to be way too familiar and then I’m in big…

They dyed their hair and dieted themselves to near death. They took steroids to build muscles and got breast implants and nose jobs so they'd resemble their favorite movie stars. They changed names and majors and jobs and husbands and wives. They changed religions and political parties. They moved across the country or the world -- even changed nationalities. Why was gender the one sacred thing we weren’t supposed to change? Who made that rule? huggs…

So lately I have had allot of inner stress and turmoil. 

Wait, I will start by saying that ever since my breast growth began I've done everything to hide it, tight cami's and double t-shirts to the point that I'm burning up on hot days... 

I didn't want to get outed at work like I have read about here on the world-wide-web so I kept everything under wraps... (pun)

About the 4th month into my HRT I noticed my male…

I had a different kind of Mother's Day than I have ever experienced in my life.  First off, it is different because this is only the second year that my Mom wasn't here to celebrate and enjoy it.  But I did go to see my Godmother, who is my Mom's sister.

My Aunt Kay knows I am transgender having told her about myself some time ago when she commented that I look so different.  We talked for some time about the subject and she is completely acceptable and approving of me; something my…

This was triggered by a post I so elsewhere giving a definition of *coming out*.  Seems a bit obvious the definition doesn't it?  But have you ever stopped to truly consider its ramifications and meaning?   We come out to our fellow workers, family and friends, we come out to society as a whole.  But have we truly and in actuality come out to ourselves?   Oh we say we have because we have acknowledged ourselves in our new gender and life choice.  But have we really?  There is always the tiny…

BUT DADDY I HATE TO SHAVE…….One thing most little boys can’t wait for is the first time they shave.  It is an introduction to manhood, the moment they feel all grown-up. The Aqua Velva man, and all that.  For me it was one of the worst days of my life. 

My facial skin was always very smooth and I never had much body hair so I never worried about having to shave.  Then I joined the army and the little bit of facial hair that was there…

I start my counseling tomorrow 5/14 and I'm so nervous. I have so much to let out. My girlfriend is coming for support and to try and understand what is going on through my head. I am going as my female counterpart which means its the first time I've been out in public like that. I feel it is one step closer to becoming the person I was meant to be. WISH ME LUCK!!!!

What the hell is ‘dysphoria’ anyway? It’s really a question along the same lines as asking what Lupus, Shingles, or Planters Fasciitis are. None of these, by the way involves wolves, roofers, or gardeners, contrary to the naming conventions followed by less elusive ailments like Tennis Elbow. In any case, being transgender, or specifically transsexual, used to be known as ‘Gender Identity Disorder’ and was classified as such in the DSM before they decided to knock it the hell out of there…

Sometimes I just wish I were invisible.

There was a troubling incident yesterday as I was walking to my hair appointment and stopped at a grocery store and on the way home when a guy I use to work with became sexually aggressive in his language (totaly out of the blue).  I feel troubled by both incidents.

 In my old life, I did feel invisible, insignificant, just a nobody.  I was not afraid to walk the streets, I was not afraid to run at night.  Even growing up in the 70’s, I…