Gay or Woman

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I used to hate men with a lethal and dangerous venom. Worse, yet, I was one and thus hated my self in with a homicidal anger. I never wanted to be friends with one, though there were several who were friendly with me in the work place. I did not make a good friend to men. In spite of all that, if anyone, men mostly, asked me for help, I seldom turned anyone down. For me it was about living out my core beliefs.

It used to hurt me that most women would not talk to me either. I looked like a man, therefore, I must be one, they reasoned.

As I went through the trauma of transition, I could not figure out if I was Gay or simply a woman. My religious beliefs tormented me over the issue but the scientific side of my mind also knew that there was likely a biological/genetic/or environmental reason that I felt this way, thus, I was a woman.

Being post op now, I am pretty sure that if the right man came along, I could fall in love with him and I would naturally do all the things that followed to insure his happiness.

In my mind, I am a woman, (hear me giggle).

Much to my astonishment, many of the trans women I know are either celibate or seek other women. So, it makes me wonder if we know our true inner selves as we cope with all these changes. Perhaps my life long hate of men was simply my being in denial about being actually Gay?

I certainly had sufficent reason to hate men. Those I had met as a child were rough, unmannered louts who beat and mistreated me at the drop of the hat. Even in adulthood, I would work for a man but if he blew up at me just once, as far as I was concerned, he did not exist.

Yet in life I was extremely successful. I was gentle and meek enough that most men just did not get aggressive toward me. And, I am told, I was extremely good at what I did and worked very hard to please who ever I was working for.

I often felt subservient toward those I worked for, to the point that I frequently visualized myself as a slave; desiring to live as one. Perhaps, fortunately for me, I never met anyown who would own up to wanting a slave. It was all just too sick for them, I suppose.

I wish there was a way to know my own mind honestly. I am a Woman, that is all I know.

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