Hi Journal, 's me again. OK, I know this entry is likely to baffle and bewilder some of my readers, and for that I apologize. Sorry, folks, but this is me. I've thought about this for several years now, and it's time to share this with somebody besides Vikki. Here goes: I will never be the woman that I've felt I was all along.
No drugs, no clothes, no therapy, no surgery will ever make me have been female since birth. Nothing will give me the history I never had - menarche, puberty, being taller than the boys in my 6th grade class. I missed all the societal pressures placed on young women, all the bonding young women had as they grew up to adulthood. Nothing will ever give me that.
That said, I'm not unhappy with who I am. As a born-female, I'd have turned out very differently. Would I ever have dreamt of being a Formula 1 Gran Prix driver? Would I have been the old-school hacker, who specialized in removing copy-protection schemes? Would I have built forts in the backyard? Would I have been encouraged in riflery? I rather doubt it.
So. Here I am, just me, a tranny. I'll never be acceptable to lipstick lesbians, and tho it saddens me, I'm cool with that. I'll just be myself, a kind old tranny with cats. What more do I need?