Gender revolution

I‘m starting a new movement, complete with buttons and t-shirts, one-size fits all ball caps, and little cocktail flags, A code of conduct, a secret hand-shake and annual conventions.

Okay, no convention. But I’d really like the handshake.

The Anti-Gender Establishment.  AGE for short.

“Wait a sec, aren’t you the trans person searching for enlightenment?”  your tempted to ask I can tell.  But I’ll keep preaching on this until the cows come home (Kansas is big on cows).

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Some Days are Overwhelming, Some are Wondrous

Unless I need to be downtown, most of my days start off slow, gain a little momentum, then fizzle out by 4:00pm. By slow, if I’m out of the shower by 9:30 I’m doing good.

The first dose of hydromorphone starts the day, hormones and a pill to keep all the other pills from destroying my stomach. The hydromorphone numbs the pain enough to get a hot shower, walk and feed the dogs, maybe remember to eat, then run errands. 

Unless I’m nauseated from kidney stones that is, then the day is a write off.  The stones are just starting. It just builds up for months as they get bigger I guess.

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Gender: a meaningless word.

Why?

Simply look up the definition in the OED, that’s the Oxford English Dictionary.  And even there it’s wrong…

“The male sex or the female sex, especially when considered with reference to social and cultural differences rather than biological ones, or one of a range of other identities that do not correspond to established ideas of male and female.”

Simply put:

Sex (male or female) X social norms. 

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IF ONLY I HAD THE CHANCE…

I made a statement to a friend on Wednesday, someone I deeply love and admire, and believe it is the truest thing I have ever said. 

I’ll quote myself, as I remember the words, wishing it had been flowing prose but true nonetheless.

“I wish I could have lived this life as a woman, had the chance anyway.  I would have been happier.”

Could have been phrased a bit better, but that’s the way it came out. 

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My place as Queer

Back to the question of how I identify.

This will be the first time I’m putting this down, so bear with me.

In my heart and mind I was meant to be a woman, and would have lived a much happier life in doing so.

Simply put, I consider myself female.  And there is one person who “gets it”, that through their eyes they can get past the facade and see me for who I am.

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Transmania: Sorting Out The Journey to Being Queer

Transmania definition:  the over-exuberant effect on transgender people, who,  wanting to be accepted for simply being who they are, have waved the rainbow flag just a few waves more than needed.  Source: TQK

“For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”  Basic Sir Isaac Newton physics 101 stuff.

Remember, this is my own opinion, someone who accepts themselves as Queer.  And old and wise. 

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Body image

The post below with the link to the NHS (National Health Services UK) is a great introduction to Body Dysmorphic Disorder. 

As a transexual woman this is highly evident in the torture I go through every morning in the decision of what to wear.

This morning I had plans to work on my website, organize my paperwork…hahaha, as if…and catch up a little.

Be effing productive for once.

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Putting My Queer Journey on Paper, a Leap of…

So it’s Fall and it’s decision time whether or not I’m going to go ahead with this blog.

It’s not that I don’t have the time to write every day, it’s simply a matter of am I gonna stick it out or not. The subject matter is difficult and not 100% pleasant to talk about. It’s going to take a lot of time just to get it set up. A little money, but not a lot so that’s not an issue.

The trouble is, with the mental illness I’m suffering from I seem to put the things that I really love to do aside and don’t just do them anymore. 

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