Over the last fortnight, I've been gathering my resources, buy men's clothing, and making all sorts of decisions in a very deliberate way. Life is really complicated and where possible I intend to live as a man as far as that is possible. I idea of living as a recluse in the deep woods keeps passing through my head. I have no idea what my life will look like in the future.
It seemed that it would be possible to be a woman but it wasn't and even with a Neo Vagina and average breasts, it is an impossibled dance. I haven't talked to anyone but you. I don't feel driven to write any more and truth be told no one here though I was Award material.
Blessings. Live life and have fun. Some may see me around as Haseya Littlefeather.
Peace.
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Despite your reluctance
To acknowledge it, you have a lot of friends here who are concerned for you and would welcome you back. However, you have chosen to leave, which is your right. But, can I ask, you let us know from time to time that you are okay, because we worry.
Angharad
Done Nothing Wrong.
The love and care of folk at BCTS have been wonderful and sweet to me.
The alienation of my immediate family has been very hard to bear. In short, my ruminations about living as a man are perhaps a vain attempt to reconnect with them. Are they worth it? I am not sure.
The medical folk are investigating a possible heart or stroke issue. Waiting to hear from them.
Life in the woods
Go in peace my friend. I have lived with a wheelchair for the pass fourteen years and can only dream of what life in the deep woods would be like. Each of us must follow our own path and you are the best judge of what's right for you. How you present your self doesn't really matter, just that you are safe and happy.
May your road be true. Emily
An impossible dance
I think you’ve described life, Gwen. It’s all an impossible dance, and we sustain it for as long as we’re given. We stumble, and collide with other dancers, and in the end we all collapse. And yet, every once in a while, there are flashes of brilliance, moments of beauty, when we find the rhythm of it all. Before we lose it again, because we’re human.
The life of a recluse is hard. I’ve known a few, including my mother, and my heart aches that you have reached a point where it appeals to you. But whether you choose that path or another, I hope that you find the peace of the deep woods in your soul.
— Emma