Friday, December 21, 2012

Just a short one tonight. Estrogen shot on my own... Yay!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

A LOT of different stuff tonight...being more feminine, people at work, girls at the club, obsession with my hair.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Saturday night... I must be a "bad girl" because all the "good girls" I meet can't handle their liquor?????

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Saturday... guys hitting on me at the restaurant...

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Tuesday night.....

Monday, December 3, 2012

Just Sunday night.....

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Saturday night... have a problem at the restaurant where I have been going

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Not exactly rambling this time.... actually some pretty serious thoughts. Kinda long but........

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Just another video ramble... in the ER again and hormones

Monday, November 26, 2012

Thanksgiving with the family... some good, some difficulties

So this weekend with the family went pretty well.  Before we left my ex said that she wanted me to tread lightly on my presentation because of her extended family which has not seen me in over a year.  She had asked me to wear "loose" shirts instead of the clingy girl t-shirts that I have been wearing lately.  I did bring 3 guy shirts but I was stubborn and did NOT wear them at all during the 4 days we were there.  I also wore my stud earrings the whole time but my youngest was obsessed with them and was constantly taking them out.  I was also walking around bare foot with my blue toes but my ex's other cousins were not there any longer.  Still she was not happy that I was still doing that even with the relatives that I have grown up with for the past 30 years.  I did REALLY push it with the entire family when I walked around late at night and early in the morning wearing my black satin cami that I like to sleep in.  My youngest actually complained a bit about my "shirt" and I told her that it was ok if it bothered her.  The last major difficulty came as we were getting ready to leave for the trip home.  I had put my hair back in a small pony tail at the top and I had turned it under which my oldest had a HUGE problem with.  Within 5 minutes my ex came to me and said no way to that.  She said that I had gotten away with all the other items during the past 4 days so I really should be able to suffer without my hair in an obvious girl mode for the trip home.  

I must say that I also had a VERY difficult time during the trip because of the rest stops on the road.  I got a LOT of funny looks from kids because they could not figure me out.  The bathrooms were also VERY difficult.  I got a few looks from both guys and girls and it was obvious that they were confused about me using the men's room.  I avoided all eye contact with anybody in the bathroom.   Even standing in line at the gas station I had a brother and sister staring me up and down.  I could tell that they were dying to ask their mother about me but I did not make any eye contact with them at all.

So overall it was a good holiday.  Hopefully next year will still be good and the family will still welcome me to the Thanksgiving dinner.  It is something that I really do enjoy with the family and expecially my girls.  It is getting more and more difficult with my ex because it really bothers me that she is alone but I know that there is nothing that I can do to change that.  She does not want me at all anymore and I am definitely working very hard to separate my feelings for her and move on with my own life hopefully with someone that can appreciate this version of me.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Saturday night... Finally managed to get together with my biggest supporter.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Saturday night.... Guys are useless but girls frustrate the crap out of me!!!!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Lots of rambling but at least in the last two I actually have a point to make.....

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Saturday night .... pretty quiet at the club tonight

Saturday, November 3, 2012


Friday, November 2, 2012

Colleen Francis ... My opinion (again)

I had put up a video talking about the Colleen Francis issue a few weeks ago but i was getting a few responses from people telling me that I may be " misinformed" or may be making "assumptions" so I took down the post.

Now I see from Elizabeth that there is hard proof that this person DID expose his male parts in a female space.  I don't think that I will re-post my videos but I will state my opinion again.

I AM NOT TRANSGENDER!  If Colleen Francis represents what a typical transgender person is, then I certainly DO NOT fit in with that group.  Transgender DOES NOT equal transsexual.  There is NEVER any way that it is ok for any person to show their male parts and then expect to be considered female in ANY circumstance, period.  You have NO RIGHT to any female spaces.  If you have no plans to get rid of those parts and you still use them as any other male would, then YOU ARE NOT FEMALE IN ANY WAY!  

It really disgusts me that the school would make the girls swim team use the smaller locker room.  Colleen Francis is not a woman and has no right to claim any special privileges because of  "gender status".

I am transsexual.  I NEVER show my parts to ANYBODY!  I hate those parts!


 And yes, this post is red because it really makes me mad!

Monday, October 29, 2012

My typical Saturday night commentary.... such a creature of habit.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Tuesday night.....doing beter today

Monday, October 22, 2012

Not sure I can survive this life anymore.....

Saturday night.......

Friday, October 19, 2012

Thursday Night

Monday, October 15, 2012

Going out on Saturday..... as usual

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I am NOT transgender... my opinion of Colleen Francis

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Saturday night.... typical whining... sorry

Monday, October 1, 2012

Saturday night... just going out

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Where I started and where I am now.... Dec 2010 to Sept 2012

This was me about 8 months living on my own- Dec 2010:

And this is me last weekend - Sept 2012:

 I still a have some work to do.  But definitely much happier now!     Sigh.....................

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Saturday Night.... Just a quick video

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Transgender: such a misused word

I posted before about the "trans borg" and the people who really object to the terms within the trans umbrella.  But there is another point that has really been bothering me, especially since I was on that webcam chat site supposedly aimed at transgender.  One of the things that really, really got to me was how the people there identified themselves.  It did not allow TV or shemale, which was good I think.  It was really strange when a few people really did identify as shemale with their account names.  Most of us other girls really objected to that word in any context and it actually caused a few altercations in the chat room.  But even more distressing to me were the girls who identified as "transsexual".   I have nothing against crossdressers but I really cannot quite relate to them.  At no point in my life did I ever think that my issue was really a part-time expression.  I tended to avoid approaching any girl who listed as a crossdresser.  Not trying to judge them in any but that's just not what I am.  A few of them would contact me and ask "how often do you dress?", "are you wearing stockings?", "do you have a nice pair of pumps on right now?"  So my responses go something like "umm dress?  I go to work as a girl.  I just came home kicked off my office clothes and am sitting here in shorts and a tank top nice and comfy."  So not really terrible, but again I don't want to judge, I am just not a part-time girl.

So back to those who identified as transsexual.  This is my real issue.  Time and time again I would go to a profile that said trans only to see very explicit pictures.  Male "junk" in all it's full size, normal sizes.  Now to me and MY definition of transsexual, that whole persona is absolutely NOT a transsexual.  I HATE my male parts.  I explicitly told people "don't ask, I am not a shemale".  I never showed my "junk" because to me it TRULY is JUNK and not something to be waving around for the world to see.  And any TRUE transsexual will be taking hormones which WILL have obvious effects on our "junk".  I had one foreign woman who I could not convince about my lack of male prowess because of the hormones.  She wanted to know, "what do you mean it doesn't really work well anymore,  how can that happen?"  She said she liked trans girls because they were pretty but she still wanted me to "be the man" when it came to sex.  I told her to look specifically for a shemale because they would not be taking hormones.  It was very difficult for her to understand that there ARE huge differences among trans girls.

So now on to the obvious conclusion AGAIN.  I really am agreeing with the growing group which does NOT want transsexual included within the "transgender" moniker.  There are HUGE differences between a real transsexual and ALL the other types.  

So there.  Let me come down off my little soap box.  I have my thoughts and others are entitled to their opinions but it really seems that this issue is more a matter of fact and really is not open to "interpretations".

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Just an update...

Monday, August 13, 2012

My doctors are clueless!!! I guess I just have to suck it up like a real woman and deal with pain?

So I had the last of any possible tests to figure out why my stomach is always so yucky.  Had the endoscopy to check out the stomach and last week I had the test to check the "other" end.(yuck)    So far they can't find anything wrong?????   He has no idea what to look for.  Now he is starting to wonder if the estrogen is causing my issues.  Maybe????  So I ask anybody out there.  It has been 2 years now and I have a cramping stomach and some cramping at the other end too.  Has anyone else seen these symptoms on estrogen?????  Any unexplained issues????  I am getting really depressed about this.  My ex thinks I am making myself sick in order to lose weight.  Doctor says stress.   ????????????????????????    Nobody knows anything. 

Oh well just a short little rant.   Lots of other stuff still going on with the girls and work but life is actually almost good again.  Lots of little bumps but actually getting better.(sort of)  


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Another short stay in the emergency room.. same results as before

Well as luck would have it, not only is my gallbladder gone but now I have kidney stones on the left side.  I was in the ER around 5am on Saturday morning in extreme pain.  I was at my ex's house at the time so she ended up taking me.  This was at a different hospital but I got a few of the same reactions.  The first woman at the desk took my license and was fine until she realized it said "R".  Then she looked at the picture(girl mode) again and said "yup, that's you".  This time I had no earrings in and was wearing guy shorts and a tank top.  No bra, but blue underwear this time.  I also had my toes painted purple and I had an anklet on each foot.  Since it was so early in the morning, they put me in one of the beds right away.  One of the first techs came into the room and actually had to catch herself for a second.  She looked right at me and my hair and then said "oh, ok, R, right?"  I said yes and told her what was going and she was great after that.  There were 3 or 4 nurses / techs that I saw and they all had me figured out.  .  2 of them actually questioned my ex and wanted to know her relation to me.  They all knew I was not a typical male so they were unsure about our status.  Then I went for a CT scan and as the first tech moved me to the table, the main tech in the booth asks over the speaker, "WHO is that?".  The first girl says "R" and then I hear the other one whisper "really??"  Then they both came out and looked me up and down as I switched beds.  They saw my toes and the jewelry and the one tech was clearly not amused.  When I got back from the scan, I was in agony because of some reaction to the meds they had just given me before.   The nurse was really nice and they gave me a second dose and that did the trick. 

I was only there for a couple hours after that and then they sent me home.  It was a short stay this time but still the experience seems to be positive.  It seems that everybody I deal with agrees that I am ok like this.  Maybe it's because I am not 6' and don't have size 11 feet.  It's kinda hard to describe but it is definitely an acceptance on some level and it really seems to be just right for me.

Friday, June 8, 2012

2 days in the emergency room: Who is gender confused???!!!

So a few months ago I started having problems with my stomach.  I have missed a few days at work and in general, it  always just hurts.  Not sick, but hurts.  Went to my doctor a month ago, had an ultrasound.  Was scheduled for an endoscopy to check for ulcers blah blah blah.  Well it all came to a crashing end Sunday night.  I went out with my girlfriends to dinner and I probably should not have had the spare ribs.(but they were soooo good)  We got back to her house around 7:30 and as usual my stomach was just "ow".   So I went home and just crawled into bed at 8.  Things went south pretty fast and it went from "ow" to "somebody rip it out, i can't take it anymore".  I finally went out into the other room where my dad was watching tv and I tried to see the clock on the cable box.  He said "midnight" and I just said holy crap, it's been 4 hours????  He said do we need to go to the hospital and I said yes, right now.  So he woke up my sister and she came in to help me get dressed and ready to go.  I put on my purple sweats, threw on a bra and a long sleeve peach colored t-shirt that I sleep in.  I had my 2 small silver hoop earrings in but no other jewelry and no makeup at all.  

We finally got there and I crawled out of the back seat and my dad went to park the car.  I didn't want a wheel chair because the only relief I got was being able to bend and twist my body and keep moving around randomly to avoid the pain.  I walked up to the desk (bent over and clutching my gut)  and the woman says are you ok???  I manage to eek out "my stomach is killing me".  So I put my wallet on the desk and it is my blue girl wallet. (don't have a male one anymore)  I pull out my license with my male name and my insurance with my ex's name.  The woman right away looks at me and says "why are you giving me this?" (the license) Obviously to her, the female name on the insurance card should be the person standing in front of her.  Awesome! Female: yes.  Male: no.  So she prints out the ID band and puts it on my arm and then hands the paper to a tech and says go into room 2 on the right.

So as we walk in from the public side, there is one tech with my paperwork sitting down at the desk and I am trying to sit in the chair and jumping around like my pants are on fire trying to find a position that does not hurt.  A second tech walks right up to me and says "miss (last name), can you tell us what brings you here tonight?" Female:yes.  Male:no.  We were in that room about 10 minutes and my dad slipped back and forth between he/she a couple times.  I really did not care anyway.  My gut was absolutely killing me.  So we were stuck in the waiting room for about an hour.  I was all over the place. Inside, outside, hanging over the back of chairs, curled up in a ball in one chair, spread across 3 chairs: absolute agony.

Finally I get called back and for some stupid reason she was using my first name only.  My dad was right near the desk so he went up and asked the last name and she said yes.  So I got up from the chairs at the back of the room and when I got up to her she asked my dad again "this is robert???"  I waited about another 10 minutes in the bed and I was absolutely all over the bed trying to ignore the pain.  The nurse came in and started the questions and vitals and all that stuff and the doctors knew my previous test results and issues.  The first nurse was really nice to me.  I told them all about the testosterone blockers and estrogen.  I asked her to call me Michelle and she had no problem with that.  After about 20 minutes she came and told me that they had ordered an iv and some pain meds since it was obvious that I could not sit still at all from the pain.  She came back and we chatted as she was about to stick me.  I flinched a little but whatever she gave me worked really fast.  My dad says I fell asleep 2 minutes after she left and I heard her come back and she took one look at me and said "wow, 10 minutes.  I guess that did help."   So from this point on, the pain meds take over more and more but I did wake up again and was sitting on the end of the bed talking to my dad.  The person next to me had cleared out and a woman came in and started to clean up for the next patient.  She was in and out a few times and then she comes over to my side and says "ok, I just have to say something because if I don't I will really hate myself."   So I said its ok, say anything you want.  "I just love your hair.  It's such a pretty color and I love the way it looks.  You are so pretty but I'm a black girl so my hair could never look like that."  I told her that I really liked it and that it took a few tries to get it the way I liked it and she was really nice.  So I asked my dad: did she think I was a guy???  Most guys are not usually called "pretty" so this one I am a little unsure about.  If she did figure I was a guy, she was very ok with my female presentation.  So anyway, it's my story so Female:yes, Male no.

Ok so now the meds really take over so I need a little clarification here.  When the first nurse gave me the iv, she made me change my clothes.  I still had on my underwear(purple), and I was still wearing my bra and earrings.  But of course the hospital gown.  So by now it had been over an hour on the pain meds and I was pretty much out of it.  She came in and told me that they ordered x-rays and ultrasound.  At this point, my dad could not stay much longer so I told him to go home.  It had to be around 2-3 am and he was really tired too.  So here we are: just waiting. 

So I am almost mush by now.  I was awake, but just barely.  I finally heard a guy come up and was talking to my nurse at the end of my bed.  He is all confused and keeps asking "is this my patient???"  she says yes and there is some discussion.  He says ultrasound and x-ray???  again yes from her and he finally comes in and checks my arm band.  I barely look up at him and see this big black man and he just says "well all right then".   I never moved during the trip to the tests.  I opened my eyes a couple times but I did not move.  When we got to the testing area I hear another discussion above my head because the woman at the ultrasound starts telling him "that's the wrong patient." no it's not.  this is not the right patient.  yes,it is I checked the arm band twice.  So she finally comes over and checks my arm band and I hear "hello???  robert??? is that you??"  so I open my eyes an look up at her and she was obviously confused.  The test lasted about 10 minutes and she kept calling me robert to tell me when to move and hold my breath.  She finished and then said I need x-rays that are right next door so she moved me over there.  This next tech was a little different and not quite so obvious.  She had an accent and they only took a few pictures of my back and stomach.  She did get nervous for the last one and says "I hate to ask, but can you take off your bra for this last chest picture??"  Of course I did and she was fine about it.  So they push me back over to the waiting area for the transport person to come get me again.  Now here I must point out something that I do that actually causes some issue.  When I sleep, I hate my legs covered up when it is warm.  I always will kick the sheets around so my legs are exposed and I usually cover up my butt.  Well, I had done this when the guy came to get me from the emergency room but since he had figured I was male, I think his homo-phobe kicked in a little and he did not touch my sheets.  So now sitting here after the x-ray, I did it again and the same guy came back to return me to the er and said "hey buddy, ready to go back."  He moved me about 2 feet when a female tech came up and got mad at him.  "You can't move her through the halls like that.  You need to cover her up"   Which she did and he just said "whatever".  Female:yes, Male:no.

So it is now almost 6 am back in the er.  They finally come in and tell me that the x-ray was normal but my gallbladder is definitely infected.  So the nurse comes and tells me that they ordered a second iv, antibiotics, bloodwork blah blah blah.  She said surgery is likely so we need to take off the rest of your bra, underwear and earrings.  By this time I was REALLY absolute mush.  This was the same nurse that put in the first iv and she came in for the second one in my other arm.  She was talking to me while she did it.  Again she says "1,2,3.. stab", "is that ok???"  I didn't even flinch at the second iv and she just says "yeah I think its ok".  There was some debate about the seriousness of my condition so the doctors were deciding if they would send me home to schedule with my regular doctor or if it needed to be done right now.   I got really mad and told them "no fix it now, last night was terrible, do it now".  About an hour later they came and told me that I was scheduled for 2pm on Monday and I would be moved to the 23 hour surgical unit.  

So again a little clarification.  It is now 7 am on Monday and you may have noticed that I have yet to mention my ex.   At this point though, surgery is something she needs to know about.  I sent her a text but I knew she was already at work.  I told her "went to emergency last night, surgery sometime today".  The next few hours I just waited to be moved and finally around noon on monday they moved me to the 23 hour surgical unit.  My first nurse was really nice.  We did all the history, meds, contacts.  I told her about the t-blockers and hormones and asked her about Michelle.  She said she could change it in the system but I told her that it had to be robert for all the insurance.  She said it would be no problem and we chatted a bit.  She asked me when I decided to do the hormone thing and I told her 2 years ago when I moved out of my ex's house.  So she was figuring things out and I had also listed my ex as the emergency contact.   And just then the nurse at the other station tells us someone is trying to call my room.  So back and forth, the 2 nurses talk.  The one at the station: "she say it's his wife", my nurse: "your ex??", yes put the call to the room.  So we talked for about 5 minutes and the nurse stayed the whole time.  This whole situation was extremely painful for both me and my ex.   She was very upset at the thought of me being alone in the hospital and absolutely unsure about her proper "place" in the whole situation.  We are separated and trying to be emotionally independent.  She said she wanted to be there and I told her it was not fair of me to ask her.  If nothing else, I told her to wait until after work because the schedule was still 2 hours away.  We went back and forth about how "proper" this would be but she said that she just had to be here with me and that she would be there in a half hour.  So I got off the phone and said to the nurse: "now it gets complicated."  So I asked her to take out the Michelle reference.  I said I do not want to be called Michelle in front of my ex.  I told the nurse that it is just too hard for her but she knows all about it.  The nurse was ok about it and I thought that she changed the system back. 

My ex did get there around 12:30.  Again it was extremely difficult for both of us.  We tried very hard to maintain some separation of emotions but I must admit that we both failed miserably.  We talked about a lot of stuff and I was really happy she was there.  At the same time, I knew that she was having a very hard time because even this stripped down, hospital gown person is nothing like the old physical male presence that she once knew.  My legs look different and I have small pointy boobs.  But anyway, now we are just waiting again and by now my dad and sister are back waiting too.  I was pretty tired so I was half asleep for most of the time anyway.

Finally around 2:30, my nurse tells us that  the transport people called and it should be around 20 minutes. My ex tells me she needs to run to the bathroom and wants to make sure she is there when I leave.  She goes and sure enough about a minute later I hear beds moving around and then some discussion.  "Is she still sleeping???"  My nurse:"No, she just went to the bathroom, just wait a minute."  "She's right there in the bed???"  My nurse:"the patient is a he."  "that's a he???"  My nurse:"yes,the patient is a he."  So my ex comes back and helps me get out of the bed and I move into the hall.  The transport person looks me up and down and clearly I am not her version of a he.  I manage to eek out "which end is..."  "Put your head at this end sweetie"  So I manage to pour myself onto this bed and she says give me a minute to cover you up honey.  Female: yes, Male: no.

We got just to the end of the hallway when my room nurse stops us and comes to ask about my ex.  She did not want to talk in front of her but she told me that my ex was allowed to go farther with me if I wanted.  It was really nice of her and I told her that my ex had absolute access to anyplace she was allowed to be with me.  I told the nurse that my ex should be told any and all info about me so she went back and brought my ex to me again and we continued to the operating prep rooms.  I was pretty well awake but I was getting a little anxious and my ex knew it.  We met with the anesthesiologist group and they made me a little nervous too.  And then my ex took a good solid punch right in the stomach when the tech asked if I still wanted to be called Michelle.  I said, oh crap, no, that was before I thought she would be here.  I looked at her and she barely reacted but I knew it hurt her.  The tech kept pushing it saying that they needed a name that I would react to after the surgery.  Awkward.....

So the next hours are very personal, gross, scary and probably not really worth sharing.  So we will kind of breeze through it.  When I woke up, my ex, my sister, brother, mom and dad were all in my room back in the 23 hour unit.  My ex says they only stayed about a half hour but she told me that she did not leave until after 10pm because I kept trying the talk to her.  Anyway, as soon as she left, my nurse came in and said "ok she's gone.  I can call you Michelle now, right???"  I just smiled at her and said that would be great.  Now this is not the same nurse that I had talked to at noon the day before.  The shift had changed and this nurse started at 7pm.  I don't remember meeting her but she must have come in sometime between 7 and 10pm to talk to me.  But now she made it clear that for the rest of the night I would be Michelle to her and the staff.  She was sooooo nice.  I really liked her and it got to be 7am and I knew that the shift would change again.  Sure enough, around 7:10, in walks nurse Kelly.  She was really nice to me too but there was one glaring difference.  Not once between 7am and 4pm when I finally left did she refer to me by ANY name.  I KNOW that Sendie(previous nurse)  would have told her about it so I kind of figured that she was just not comfortable with it.  At least she was nice enough that she never referred to me as male either.  Even as the person wheeled me away, Kelly was right behind me at the nurse station.  I very clearly said "bye Kelly" and she just replied "bye".

So there is just one other thing about this experience.  My last few hours were of course my most awake and normal reactions.  Since it was now late in the day again, there were a lot of people around in the surgical unit.  Kelly did make me walk around the unit.  The first time was at 8 am right after I ate.  Now like myself, the other patients couldn't give a rat's butt about anybody else because we all feel like crap being there.  BUT.... the staff was another story.  I always can tell when someone "figures out" a tranny.  They get that smug, satisfied smile when they look at us and suddenly realize "it's a guy!! that's what's wrong.  whew, I almost got fooled but it's ok it's just a guy with a problem.  there's nothing wrong with me, I figured it out."  So here I am now on Tuesday.  Have not shaved my face since late Sunday afternoon.  Still in the hospital gown, but I have fixed my hair and I am wearing my purple glasses.  I am sloooowly walking around the unit twice as ordered by my nurse and I can't help but notice the looks I am getting.  These are NOT the ah ha, it's a tranny but more of an irritated and confused look.  They seem annoyed that they can't quite figure out what is slightly different with this person.  Their first reaction is "girl", BUT they know that something is just slightly off and they seem annoyed that they can't make the snap decision to "guy trying to look like a girl".  People don't like this grey area.  It makes them question their own ability to define the genders.  I really did not care either way.  

Even with the stubbly face, I was Michelle and that is the way it should be.  Hopefully now my stomach won't hurt anymore either.


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Maybe it's time for true stealth?????

So I have been reading a bit lately about the many debates on "out and proud" and the trans "borg" and the whole "transgender" label.  I am finding that most of my life as a girl is going very much unnoticed by most peopleI KNOW that I still get looks from some people.  I stopped at Home Depot on my way home from work last Friday and I guess that my bright coral blouse with the white capri pants and the 5 inch wedge strappy sandals were just too much for a few people there.  I caught about 3 people checking me out.  2 of them looked right at my shoes so i don't think they REALLY figured me out.  The point is that I go into any store (like the hardware store for new keys) and I am not seen right away as male.  The only time I get a reaction is when I start to talk.  And it makes no difference whether I have makeup on at all.  I don't wear ANY guy clothes anymore when I go out in public unless my kids are with me and even then the ONLY male thing is my shirt.  I always wear girl jeans and sneakers and I have even been pushing it with the girls by wearing earrings at the house.  

So back to this idea of stealth.  I have read some blogs about the people who do not want to be included in the "trans" collective and I am seriously beginning to share their feelings.  Today I am thinking about taking down this blog because it is really just for my own satisfaction and for my outlet.  I really don't care that people are not reading it.  I will never be a trans activist.  I like to search for the "news" type of items that I find on a lot of the other blogs, but I am not sure about putting myself out there just so that some jack-ass can stumble onto my blog and then rip me to shreds.  So far that has not happened but that scenario is now of greater consequence to me since I am now being very successful at work and just living mostly as a "normal" girl.  The only thing I had really hoped for was to find other people in my similar situation with the ex and my kids but I have yet to make any real contacts on that front.  And to be honest, that is becoming less and less important to me.  I am learning to deal with those issues and time is passing which is definitely helping the situation.  Nobody out there has any magic answers for me.  All of my learning has come from within me or from my close circle of friends. 

Life is almost normal now.  Just a lame, old, working day to day, boring feminine (although not quite female) existence.

I really think that my next front is going to be my body issues.  I have been talking to a lot of my friends about wanting the correct parts.  I have been doing a lot of reading about the autogynephelia side of our community and I am really struggling because my issues are NOT about anything sexual.  I really feel that I do not want sex AS a male but I do have SOME interest in sex AS a female.   So let's ignore this obvious contradiction by stating again that my drive is more for personal completeness and satisfaction rather than sexual in nature.  And nobody should bother to tell me how dumb I am because I KNOW that EVERYBODY has some sexual desire.  I am not pretending that mine is not there so don't try to throw that back at me in any way.  

So back to the stealth question:  I really do not see me sharing the physical aspects for very much longer.  I am very interested in moving forward but I don't want the world to know what I am doing anymore.  These changes will be extremely personal and I do not want any debates from anyone other than my closest friends.

So I will leave with this final thought about retreating "back into the closet", but this time Michelle will be the only person there.  Michelle will not be in the closet, but the door may soon be closed to the general public.  

I am not an oddity, attraction, activist, freak, or genetic defect.  

I am just me(finally).

Monday, May 7, 2012

Just an update... lots of general stuff, 3 videos

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Happier with me, miserable with life

So I stayed home from work for the second day this week.  I really am feeling like crap.  On Tuesday, I spent the entire day in bed and finally got up at 7pm.  Today I feel like crap again and spent most of the day in bed.  I am so sick of feeling so run down and exhausted.  2 of my friends say I should get checked for mono.  That is almost impossible since I have no physical contact with anyone in over 3 years now.  I  have only kissed 1 girl in this whole time and it wasn't exactly making out either.  So not sold on this whole "mono" thing.  Something is wrong though.  I am exhausted all the time.  Is this what it feels like without Testosterone????  Was I like this all those years ago and just didn't realize it???  Am I still depressed????????????  My doctor / therapist / psychiatrist all say no but I am not so sure right now.  

I am depressed and I know exactly why.  I miss my kids terribly and I miss my ex even more.  My girls are embarrassed by me.  They don't want me at their school functions.  They are afraid when their friends come to the house if I am there.  Life is so unfair.  I was miserable with myself the other way and happy with my family.  Now I am happy with myself (and yes, EVERYBODY is telling me that), and miserable about my family (or actually the lack thereof).  My ex is taking the girls to the beach this summer with her mother, her sister and brother-in-law.  That is most of my entire family on her side that I am no longer included or welcome.  My friends tell me that is what comes with the divorce and I just need to accept it.  Whatever........   I am not a solitary person.  I never have been.  My family has always been important to me and I am having a really hard time just walking away from that.  

Yes, I know that I have other issues that are making this even harder.  I have attachment / abandonment issues that make it very difficult for me to be alone.  The problem is that I am SOOOOO alone right now.  I have friends but I am desperate for some affection.  I am tired of feeling like less of a human being.  I HATE being stuck as half male and half female.  I keep hoping to find someone on the dating sites but what girl is going to want me with the wrong parts?  I am having weird thoughts because I am not reverting back to looking for sex as a male but I am beginning to think that I may need to look at guys for some affection.  There are plenty of guys out there looking for something a little freaky and maybe that is the only place where I will fit in.  I don't seem to be of any interest to the normal lesbian girls out there.  I have had 3 requests as the third in a couple's threesome.  Woo hooo.  I guess that "trans" now means sex toy for some people. 

Just soooooooooo tired right now and I have been in bed all day.  I guess I just don't see any reason to be getting up anymore. 

Friday, April 6, 2012

Just a quick update. My vanity is showing again

Friday, March 30, 2012

Kinda a crappy week. Work is great, home sucks!

Friday, March 23, 2012

It's official at work and other updates!!!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Wednesday at the eye doctor and getting my car fixed turned out pretty good as Michelle

Monday, February 27, 2012

Saturday night, had a pretty good time at the club

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Preparing for rejection from the community

So I will not be seeing my kids for almost 2 weeks.  They are having a really difficult time and don't want to see me.  I talked to my ex about reaching out to the parents of my kid's friends.  I would really like my oldest to have someone close that she can talk with.  My other 2 are also close to 2 other girls from school.  It turns out that my middle girl has been complaining to her friends about me because I am always so tired at the house.  I was hoping to confide in their parents so that the girls could talk to someone but it turns out that the one mother is already starting to pull her kids away from me.  The girls are going to stay at my ex's house with my kids and the mom specifically asked if I would be there.  Kind of implying that she does not want her kids to be uncomfortable with me around for whatever reason.  I have a real pit in my stomach today now that I am seeing the reality of the community reaction and how it will affect my girls.  I was feeling really good about myself but this suddenly makes me want to just disappear forever.  I wish I had never been born.  Everybody around me now would be so much better off if they had never been with me.  I should have known that this good feeling would be short lived.  Now I am extremely nervous and worried about how I am going to continue on this path.  It is the worst feeling in the world to know that your own kids can't stand you.  Who am I kidding?  I am sick of this life.  There is no way that this can work.  Neither Bob or Michelle is worth dealing with anymore.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Monday night, finally got my ears pierced. YAY!!!!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Saturday night

Thursday night update

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Not official at work yet, but at least I have a target date now

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Tuesday night. A little progress at work

Friday, February 3, 2012

Work is going well, still worried about some of my friends

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Tuesday night may be 2 weeks before official at work

Monday, January 23, 2012

Monday Night still waiting for official anouncement at work

Saturday Night

Monday, January 16, 2012

Saturday Night update

Friday, January 13, 2012

Buying stuff for work!!!!!!

I got a new webcam.  Audio works much better now.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Day 2 at work as Michelle!

So after the Christmas party on Saturday night, I went to work one last time as Bob.  The truth is that I did not have a pair of shoes that I could wear all day at work so I went out Monday night and found a great pair of black heels that were great to wear all day on Tuesday.  Gaby gave me a pair of pants, a white button up blouse and a black sweater so that is what I wore on Tuesday.  Everybody was asking why I was not Michelle on Monday.  I am still not sure that I can pull this off every day.  My ex knows about the party and she took the girls to the therapist to tell them that I am out fully at work now.  We have told the girls that I will be out full time by this summer but I may have jumped the gun a little now.  Everyone tells me that there is no going back to Bob.  Holy crap this post is just a mess of random thoughts.  I have so much going on in my head right now.  I really feel good about work again.  I feel like I am in charge of my brain again and I am really getting better at focusing on work again.  It is the best feeling in the world when I can just walk around the way I want to be.  I bought another pair of shiny red flat shoes to wear today.  Today I have on a pair of black dress pants and a cute black and grey blouse with a black sweater over it.  

I know that this joy will be short lived.  Very soon the crap will hit the fan because someone will get back to the place where my kids live and they will be hammered with rumors again.  I hate my life.

But I love finally being Michelle in the real world!!!!!!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Christmas party for work. Michelle went, Bob didn't!!!

Audio is out of sync again.  Time to stop using the built in camera on my laptop.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Friday at work. A really good day (almost) as Michelle

Sorry, audio is out of sync again but it is all there