The: Transgender day of remembrance
I was born a Transsexual, I transitioned in my twenties, it was as early as I was able to due my parents lack of realisation of my situation and following that, lack of understanding and support for me and who I told them I am.
Starting in your twenties, being past (in the case of Male born people) male puberty, I believe is probably the most difficult and dangerous way for a transsexual to need to go through “transition”.
Just about every “Trans” person under the sun will argue with me on that, but I will not try to justify my words, I know exactly what I’ve just written, and I believe that to be the exact truth, those who have done it will understand why and those who have not never will understand.
to get through transition in your twenties, means you’re absolutely desperate, and that desperation sees you take constant risks every day.
You keep your mouth shut about things, and you tell yourself that you’re “okay” but the truth is, you’re absolutely visible.
EVERYONE sees you and EVERYONE knows, there is no “hiding” not if you ever want to “finish”…. not if you ever hope to get to your goal.
You smile the knowing smile to people you have to deal with, and if you don’t have to deal with anyone then you try to blend in with the “furniture” as much as possible.
In all my life, this post I’m writing now is the biggest fuss I’ve ever made about TDOR.
I’m one of the ones who faced a pretty high chance of becoming one of the names this “day” is used for for, and I’ll tell you, I think it, the TDOR, is largely a bastardised big old load of bull shit.
Why?
Two reasons, but the important one is this:
Women don’t need to be born transsexual to be beaten, raped or killed every day of the week.
Women have been being beaten, raped and killed, daily, since the dawn of time.
Are you really just a woman, or are you transgender?
I know what I believe.
