I just finished Tiffany Shar's "Daring to hope". It really gave me pause to reflect. Don't miss it.
I'll have to own up to it, but I hate to. Sometimes I am such a cry baby. It must make some of you believe that I actually think my suffering is worse than what the rest of you experience. I am very sorry, please forgive me.
Each of us have our own struggles and I would not want to try to figure out whose is worst. To those who can remember being rejected in school, because you were a dork or too effeminate, my heart goes out to you. To those who had stupid names, big ears, or buck teeth, I wish I could have been there to hug you.
To those who have never heard the words, I love you directed at them, I love you. To those who have been caught in your sister's or mom's clothes and the aftermath is not over, I wish that I could be there to help you.
I am sure there are more ways to torment a T person than there are stars in the sky. By saying T, I am also including Cross Dressers, and Drag queens.
I have realized that our community is no place for the faint of heart; that each one of us has experienced sometimes untold suffering. I wish I was one of those money'd people who could just run around visiting other folk in our community, take you to dinner, and shopping.
I pray that each one of you will have a day tomorrow that is better than today was.
My love to all of you.
Gwendolyn
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Been there
I was the fat kid growing up. School in new york was hell. It did get better when I moved to GA for high school. I did not get picked on much at all there. I hid myself in books. I guess I'm still hiding there even though the books are on my computer now. Thanks to all that hiding I cant socialize worth a damm and I've never had a romantic relationship. I was more interested in girls back then and when ever one showed interest in me I backed away. I thought that if she was interested in a freak like me then there must be something wrong with her.
I tell ya, sometimes life really sucks. Make that most of the time.
Jessica Marie
Books are not the worst thing
... the real black hole in my opinion is Second Life. The opportunity to interact in a virtual world with an idealized avatar of yourself is like a drug. For transwomen, it is of course that idealized female figure we all wish we can be.
On a certain level, it can provide a training ground for socializing with other people but it does only so much for learning to interact with other folks in 3D.
I am lucky enough to have not had any real difficulties growing up ( except for my non-white status in a dominant white country at the time ) but I have met with many who have and yeah it can be horrible.
Kim