Transgender Day of Remembrance (TDoR), also known as the International Transgender Day of Remembrance, is observed annually on November 20 as a day to memorialize those who have been murdered as a result of transphobia and to draw attention to the continued violence endured by the transgender community. However, for many of us it means so much more and in different ways. Transgender Day of Remembrance, that’s what’s important this week.
We all have it, and we all present it, whether you like it or not, are conscious of it, or are in full on denial and trying very hard to suppress it. It comes naturally, and for those in control of it and enjoying it to their full advantage, it’s hot, empowering, and a turn on, sexuality and that’s what sexy this week.
As a woman who is transsexual, I am bombarded daily from, for lack of a better term, “nut-jobs” who are telling me that my presentation of my sexuality married with my sexual self, is a little overt and to tone it down a few notches. Well I have a few choice words for you folks;
FUCK YOU! (more…)
As much as I like to think I am, I’M NOT! I am not immune to the hate that fills those who feel it their right to lash out and hurt those of us on this planet that are different. Those who have chosen to become happy in our own skin. Those like me!
I sit here writing this as a woman who is post-op transsexual having gone through all the procedures necessary for me to become happy. I am a woman inside and out, a woman now comfortable in my own skin, looking and feeling great, loving life, the liberties I fought hard for, and sex, yes sex! I love it, and so do the partners that have, and had the pleasure to share it with me.
I guess you could say I made up for lost time, and well, still am.
I am also a woman that sits here writing this with the memories of the stabbings I have endured, the knife slashes, the beer bottle wounds from being bashed, scars where chunks of flesh have been torn out by teeth from my attackers, the broken bones long since healed that still ache, areas on my head where the hair doesn’t grow back, (more…)
To be or not to be? That’s always been the question, and most likely always will be. When I set out on my own journey to be happy in my own skin, I must say I was somewhat naive to certain aspects that were to come along with it. Aspects that girls, and women go through on a daily basis. I am not going to outright spell it out for you, but because I can, and will, within the context of this tidbit, be somewhat vague.
I’ve always been androgynous, something I was able to use to my advantage in my early days of advertising professional fetish services; “Androgynous Pretty Boy/Girl Will Whip You Into Shape!” It paid off, clients got it and so did the rest in my social circle. At the time I was still very much immersed in dealing with my own dysphoria, (more…)
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