So if it is not too much to ask, why so reluctant to give it?
The basic tenant of this and so many others threads across the net, including what I’ve read on your own blog Dys is that I’m not a woman,. I’m some sort of ersatz, penile inverted Frankenstein-esque amalgam of man-made surgical parts grafted onto a castrated-man. A freak, that at best roughly simulates the shape of a woman.
Que?
What a horrible way to look at this gift of correction! I get up everyday, and before I go about the mundane job of putting food on my table I thank god that I live in the here and now where that terrible mistake could be corrected. Then I pick up where I left off and go on about my life unencumbered with any of that which went before.
Sure, I have history, as do we all! Sure, I went through transition! Because of that, I like everyone here has experienced full force, the utter brutality of societies scorn for one perceived as being not fully of one sex. It is not a thing I would wish upon my worst enemy
Yet I persevered though the pain of it and transitioned. I moved on. I started life anew. I cut all the ties (and I do mean all) to a past that is no longer mine. It hurt god did it hurt and I shed a lot of tears in the process, but when it was over and done with, I discovered the joys of simply being…
A woman…
All this angst? All this dysonance (truly no pun or slight meant) None of this has any part of my life now.
Should it?
Is there something I’m missing about why holding on to that pain is a good thing? Is there some reason I miss as to why I should turn my back on the life I have created? Is there some reason I should grab up this banner of out and proud (of what pray tell?) and wave it from on high saying “ha-ha, fooled ya! I’m really a man? What would I, or any of those I love gain by such an act?
Nothing! Nothing at all would be gained by my doing that and what is worse it would mean all that pain and suffering was for naught
Once upon a time in the not too distant past, here in the USA. State legislators in all but two of the fifty states, including I might add those horribly conservative states whom at the time still embraced Jim Crow laws accepted that God can make a mistake. That a female (or male) can be born with the wrong genitalia… And this is the important part! That this mistake is correctable and so should be codified
Part of the agreement (or what I believe you called a legal fiction) was that one so afflicted would actually correct the mistake! It was assumed that if one truly was a female then such a such gross error would make it so there is nothing more important in a girls life than to get it over and done with so she can move on to a new life!
That is the way I say it and I made that pact, , I paid the price and once it was done, picked up the pieces that were left, came to speed on all that I missed and slipped into society with the past as the past.
Virginia’s live was the opposite of mine she made being in transition a life’s work. She had taken hormones, grown small breasts and kept her boy parts. Virginia was in perpetual limbo. For that I feel for her. It cannot be easy to be seen as “less than.” It wasn’t when I lived in that place and I was there for only a brief time.
But I do not want to throw stones at Virginia, Virginia for all his fautls is gone to her reward and one does not speak ill of the dead. I do not know where Virginia is buried if she was, but what I do know with all certainty is that her death certificate says male and when that time comes for yours truly it will read female which is what I am.
There in is the point. I was female even when I had wrong parts. I was female when I had that corrected. I will die a female and all the time between even when trying to be male was that of a woman doing the best she could with what she was dealt.
Cut the ties… A woman with a transsexual past is still a woman and not part of a continuum. Let us go!
All I want is to be left alone, to not be connected to others with whom there is no connection. I do not wish anyone ill, I will sign petions I will back anti-discrimination laws but the price I ask is that I be left out of the unbrella…
Re: Two points
So if it is not too much to ask, why so reluctant to give it?
The basic tenant of this and so many others threads across the net, including what I’ve read on your own blog Dys is that I’m not a woman,. I’m some sort of ersatz, penile inverted Frankenstein-esque amalgam of man-made surgical parts grafted onto a castrated-man. A freak, that at best roughly simulates the shape of a woman.
Que?
What a horrible way to look at this gift of correction! I get up everyday, and before I go about the mundane job of putting food on my table I thank god that I live in the here and now where that terrible mistake could be corrected. Then I pick up where I left off and go on about my life unencumbered with any of that which went before.
Sure, I have history, as do we all! Sure, I went through transition! Because of that, I like everyone here has experienced full force, the utter brutality of societies scorn for one perceived as being not fully of one sex. It is not a thing I would wish upon my worst enemy
Yet I persevered though the pain of it and transitioned. I moved on. I started life anew. I cut all the ties (and I do mean all) to a past that is no longer mine. It hurt god did it hurt and I shed a lot of tears in the process, but when it was over and done with, I discovered the joys of simply being…
A woman…
All this angst? All this dysonance (truly no pun or slight meant) None of this has any part of my life now.
Should it?
Is there something I’m missing about why holding on to that pain is a good thing? Is there some reason I miss as to why I should turn my back on the life I have created? Is there some reason I should grab up this banner of out and proud (of what pray tell?) and wave it from on high saying “ha-ha, fooled ya! I’m really a man? What would I, or any of those I love gain by such an act?
Nothing! Nothing at all would be gained by my doing that and what is worse it would mean all that pain and suffering was for naught
Once upon a time in the not too distant past, here in the USA. State legislators in all but two of the fifty states, including I might add those horribly conservative states whom at the time still embraced Jim Crow laws accepted that God can make a mistake. That a female (or male) can be born with the wrong genitalia… And this is the important part! That this mistake is correctable and so should be codified
Part of the agreement (or what I believe you called a legal fiction) was that one so afflicted would actually correct the mistake! It was assumed that if one truly was a female then such a such gross error would make it so there is nothing more important in a girls life than to get it over and done with so she can move on to a new life!
That is the way I say it and I made that pact, , I paid the price and once it was done, picked up the pieces that were left, came to speed on all that I missed and slipped into society with the past as the past.
Virginia’s live was the opposite of mine she made being in transition a life’s work. She had taken hormones, grown small breasts and kept her boy parts. Virginia was in perpetual limbo. For that I feel for her. It cannot be easy to be seen as “less than.” It wasn’t when I lived in that place and I was there for only a brief time.
But I do not want to throw stones at Virginia, Virginia for all his fautls is gone to her reward and one does not speak ill of the dead. I do not know where Virginia is buried if she was, but what I do know with all certainty is that her death certificate says male and when that time comes for yours truly it will read female which is what I am.
There in is the point. I was female even when I had wrong parts. I was female when I had that corrected. I will die a female and all the time between even when trying to be male was that of a woman doing the best she could with what she was dealt.
Cut the ties… A woman with a transsexual past is still a woman and not part of a continuum. Let us go!
All I want is to be left alone, to not be connected to others with whom there is no connection. I do not wish anyone ill, I will sign petions I will back anti-discrimination laws but the price I ask is that I be left out of the unbrella…