Living A Lie

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Having the job that I have allows me to do a fair amount of thinking. So here is what is on my mind:

I am living a lie. I know that. The problem is I don't know what is the lie and what is the truth and it's about to get me institutionalized.

There are two options.

ONE:
The lie could be that I think I am a female in the wrong body.

By all accounts, I was born male. I have a penis, albeit a small one, and testicles. I have the proper amount of body hair in all the regular places that guys normally do (chest, arms, face, etc.) I even have thinning hair on top of my scalp. I was raised doing generally male things. I played sports in the park, played video games with reckless abandon looked at my fair share of pornography, masturbated to the point of almost going blind (if the myths are to be believed), was a world class wrestler, and was typically a guys-guy. I like fast cars, torinos and camaros make me drool. I like watching baseball and football and even have a violent angry side that comes out if the right buttons are pushed. I swear like a sailor at times and though i don't like to fight, I don't back down from them either. I am also ultra-competative, and pretty much a slob to boot.

So here I am presenting myself on a transgender website as Katie because i think I'm a female in a wrong body when all along, all i am is a guy who sometimes writes stories and is starved for attention (which I get in the form of reads and comments)

---or---

TWO

The lie could be that I am a female but I present myself to the world as a guy because biological evidence points that way.

From the day I was born everyone told me i was male and told everyone around me I was male and in order to not cause conflict I presented myself as a boy because that was the path of least resistance. I don't know when the notion that i felt i was a female began. I don't think it was my toddler years, as some people state. In fact, I doubt I understood what gender and being a boy or girl meant at 3 or 4. i do know my cousin Theressa is the one who taught me how to wipe myself, but i don't know if that proves anything. I also have a vague memory of when I was four, my aunt asking me if i wanted to be a girl (to which i answered no, because that was what i was suppose to answer). i do know that when i was four and beyond, when i would go to sleep i would envision myself as a girl. I didn't envision me being a girl doing girl things like playing hopscotch or playing with dolls (which i did with my cousin Jenny) but I would just envision myself as being a girl laying in bed. Also, once I became sexually aware, my fantasies always involved me being the female in them. The issue has been wrapped up in abuse, however. Certain things I know. When I was 3, some older boy (possibly a teenager) "peed" on my gentiles. Now I, at that age, was unaware of ejaculation and he could've masturbated on me, but I cannot confirm or deny that so I'll leave the memory as being urinated on. When I was 11 my older cousin penetrated me and had me perform oral sex on him. Since i was abused through my life by males, there could be some psychological damage that makes it more palatable for me to consider myself female.

Then there is the flashback. When I was in college I had a flashback memory of my step-father putting me in a dress. It was so vivid and accompanied a lot of other "memories". But, i don't know if I trust repressed memories. It could've been just a really vivid dream, or something i read, or something i wish that had happened. But since then, the gender issue has been at the forefront of my thought. (almost 20 years now)

So here is my dilemma. One of these two things is a lie and I don't want to live a lie no more. One has got to go, I just don't know which.

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