I have stumbled onto a web site that, so far seems very good, though I have a lot of reading to do to completely understand it.

http://www.gendertree.com/Reparative_Therapy.htm

I have become aware that a number of the parents that I know have followed the same protocal as in the story. Happily, all the boys have tired of the practice and moved on to other things. I wonder what sort of teens, men, husbands these males will be?

I am sitting here feeling very confused and disillusioned. I am no longer sure that any of this transgender stuff is anything but a delusional fantasy. The thing that makes it really bitter is that I believed it all. I'd had these drives for 57 of my 61 years and my siblings say it was evident even before that. I'd been led to believe that the solution for the problem was the surgery that I had.

I am looking for a maker of corsets that someone has had good luck with. Romantasy seems nice but I do not know them. I am thinking that it could be a nice little train ride to go down there.

Can anyone make a recomendation for the Western Half of the US or ??

Gwen

I am about to post the conclusion of Desert Princess, my most popular story yet. Go figure !

I had not realized that there were several transwomen here who found themselves at an early age. My happiness for you.

To all those who have faced the horror of coming against a society that does not understand. Pray happy for you.

To all those who have been beaten half to death because of something you did not do. Pray happy for you.

I am sharing these following details so that those who have not completed this journey will either be too frightened to continue or go into SRS with a more realistic view. Had I realized how significantly different my experience would be from what others had described, perhaps I would have thought things out more thouroghly, though I doubt that it would have changed my ultimate destination.

I volunteer a couple days a week at my church. The people there have been just wonderful.

Was just thinking about some of the old music that I missed experiencing, because I was a Fundi. You know, ZZ Top, Led Zeplin, Queen, The Village People, just to mention a few.

I have a powerful need for contact with other human beings, and in spite of my own personal fear of rejetion, that need drags me out of my apartment and into the public. Inadvertently, I have spent thousands of hours working with a group called,"The City Repair Project", and have made dozens of friends. Oh, I am 61 and they are all in the 18 to 30 Age group, so my social contacts with them are less than what I would like but we have worked on several projects together. The good part of this is that they have seen a transwoman who is socially together enough to be a viable positive force in their organization

It is something that they needed to see, and I like to hope that little actions in many different places by transwomen will ease the way for all of us.

I posted this as a comment to "Who Was I", and then realized that it may be for a wider readership.

My dears, coming out as a T girl can be extremely hard for most of us. Perhaps coming out in our teens is easier but I don't see how it could be. Now, into my 4th year fully out, I can see a posible future for myself. Before was all about death and dying.

I have decided to try to be of some help here at BC, so I am going to offer to proof writer's stories for them. I just want to say up front that I am NOT an English teacher, but most people tell me that I write like a professional (Doncha just love to be flattered?), so I would love to help out.

Gwen Brown

Over the almost year that I have been here, I have tried to become more faithful with comments at the end of other's stories.

I just happened to notice that my latest installment here, "MS Frankenstein" has had 614 reads but 2 comments. Admittedly, the story is not that well put together, so I can understand somewhat. Episode 2 will be greatly improved.

Hello everyone:

I have been wringing my hands about this, hopefully not like some drama queen, and have changed my sign on to match my pen name. I can not nessessarily articulate all the reasons why but it just feels better this way.

So now, Gwenellen is simply Gwen, or Gwen Brown.

Happy Thanksgiving

Gwen Brown

I was astonished yesterday to find that my identity can be traced all the way past my IP(?), even to the identity of my PC. I had joined a website forum on about.com and then got an email that showed all this information to me. It was just shocking.

I try to be the most loving and friendly person I can but once in a while I just blow it so bad that the enormity of what I have done simply plagues me for days. I am afraid that this is one that I will have to go back and fix if I get the oportunity.

So, here I am three months post op MtF and I found the following article:

http://www.symposion.com/ijt/ijtc0502.htm.

I think it is a must read for pre-ops. I knew there would be a period or remorse or "Post part um depression, :) and I am dealing with it. I am most certainly NOT talking to the family about it.

This afternoon, I am doing some very casual research into my families history. I have two other full blood brothers among the crowd of my family. Their names are Aven and Logan. I was extremely surprised to find that both of those names, along with mine, are Celtic women's names.

Years ago, in my super masculine stage, I had a wonderful hill climbing motorcycle called an OSSA. It seemed that for every hour of run time, I had three hours of repairs to make.

That was until I got my own Cunny.

Gwenellen

Hello everyone:

I am home again from SRS in Thailand. I loved the trip and it was about as recreational as surgery can be. I did learn some things about navagating the SRS maze that may help someone who has been fighting the system without success.

One thing I did learn is that the Harry Benjamin rules can miss classify a person. Sure it is probably the best effort to protect a person that they have but in my case, it prolonged things unnessesarily.