Thank you for caring and taking the time to read any or all of this blog. I greatly appreciate all the amazing people on this planet who care about others and are willing to learn and understand things that might be very far removed from their personal lives.
Here is my coming out letter to my parents.
I began this blog to tell my story, and to document my transition and life. There are so few stories out there about transgender people. I feel telling mine is the very least that I can do to help. There was no internet for me in the 80s and 90s to read about things when I was growing up. I had a student encyclopedia set, but there was nothing to help me figure out my own biology in it. If I could have been able to read about a story similar to mine, then maybe I would have avoided a lot of the pain and suffering I have had to go through for having a transsexual body.
My Early Years - is my first post and it speaks about some of my first terrible events. Events, that a child should never have to know, but we live in a world afraid of our own biology.
Hair Drama - is the first post on my Navy years. The name of this post is deceiving. This post talks about how I began to blame my parents, specifically my mother, for my gender identity and femininity. It is telling of the beginnings of my trans denial.
Vocabulary - is a post about the first time I was taught what the slur Tranny meant, and the ramifications it was going to have for me throughout the rest of my Navy years.
Clocked Round 1 - is the post about the first person to ever know I was transgender. Unfortunately, this is not a happy memory, and one that brings me terrible pain to think about.
Clocked Round 2 - the post where I tell about my best friend figuring out I was transsexual. And how I ran from it and tried to commit suicide.
Dark Years - Una - in this post I talk about why I couldn't come out to my best friend even though he had it figured out. I also tell about how I started to boost my testosterone, and the terrible incident involving my parents and my t-rage.
Dark Years - Duae - in this post I talk about what happens after my father brought me back to VA. I became a psychopath on testosterone. I also try my best to give my readers an honest feeling of what gender dysphoria and denial actually are like.