I left my side work which I am helping a company with their network but I left later than expected, I didn't have my speech or had I applied my face like I wanted to. All was not right, I wanted to change out of my work clothes and wear something nice for them, instead I showed up like a half woman and half man so embarrassing.
The weather sure doesn't seem to agree with me lately, today it was raining and by god I get chilled easily because of the changes the hormone is putting me through.
I sat in my truck for a good ten minutes checking out the area because I don't usually travel by myself, why is because of the physiological trauma I went through years ago and can not shake it.
Andy was nothing like I expected him to be, I envisioned a small skinny guy with glasses which turned out a very tall young man who intimidated me when I passed him to go to the building.
He actually frighten me because I was alone outside in an area I am only used to in the day time.
After I arrived I inquired of the person whom asked me to be the speaker which his name was Andy, there sat mostly guys and one very cute young lady, why only one showed up to see me was more than I would have asked for. As the weather wasn't something I would have wanted to go out in either. The young lady was pretty and very quiet at first, maybe she wasn't sure of me but she would ask some really good questions later on. I was actually quite cold and the guys they did not seem to noticed the temperature difference. I asked where Andy was and everyone said he was smoking outside, I did know what he looked like but he figured out by my truck who I was :)
Yes I push my gender in the faces that drive behind me, with my rainbow sticker, I love lesbians and lest not forget my huge trans logo.
Maybe I am asking for trouble but I don't feel that way, I am expressing what I bottled up for so long. Yes I am proud of who I am, and if people don't like it, well I am not going back into my closet to hide just to please others.
So I introduced myself, he smiled and said 'I knew who you were by the truck' and shook my hand so gently I caught myself from shedding a tear, after all this young man had scared me. So inside we went and I re introduced myself and the first young man 'Pocha' tried to make me comfortable as possible with getting me a chair, I told him that he was kind but I sat by the young lady, the hospitality was fantastic.
Apparently all the boys and girls weren't going to make it, since the weather was yucky with rain making ice and all. I had seven or 8 young men and one young lady, who wanted to meet me like I were someone special.
It isn't everyday you see someone like me, someone who can walk in between genders who claims he is a woman dressed partially like a man. I feel like Shane from the L word, a rebel if you will who doesn't care what people think as long as I am happy.
So here I was without my speech and I just sat there a bit and Andy suggested that I start from the beginning, how I came to be who I am today. So you know the story to that and then I answered questions which weren't bad, I felt like I fit it and these young adults knew more than I did when it came to how society reacted to the LGBT. I felt like I should have been in the other chairs asking the questions :(
Questions that were asked were as follows:
How did I know I was Intersex?
Did I feel different than anyone else and what did I do to overcome it?
After discovering what I was as in Intersex why didn't I become a girl then?
Why did my father keep me as a boy and not let me be a girl?
When did I start my transition, the first time and why didn't I follow through?
After being told you were Intersex was it difficult to find information growing up?
What complications did you experience growing up and now?
What is dating like? Male or female?
When did I inform the person I was Intersex, right away, a couple dates or ?
Did I decide to follow through for my surgery and did I have a set date?
How did I know I was different than my brothers?
Do I have plans on getting artificial implants? Any other changes?
Why wouldn't I take the estrogen shots when they were suggested.
I was asked what were the bad effects being Intersex, that I was sterile at birth and fertile as a female.
We discussed hormones, therapy and changes my body has gone through. I explained what made me Intersex the ovary and uterus and since I couldn't provide evidence showing what was inside me I wasn't about to become a project for anyone.
With what I have lived with my whole life I have fought to be who I am, so they each asked questions regarding my growing up and the difficulties I had endured which I told the story I have told a hundred times. My being different than them wasn't something they could see, you would have to live in my shoes to know what it was like. How in the navy someone found out and took advantage of me, I explained how I was frighten when I walked in that it haunts me to this day. The complications of the ovary and how it had made me so ill these last few years, my pre menopause at the age of 45. But all in all the speaking to them was great, I have learned alot from those teens.
I plan on having another get together later in 2009, with all the plans of the Denver Rush, Be-All and Southern Comfort Conference and the 2009 Gala I will be a very busy woman next year but I will find time for them.
So that was my education with those fine young people and the young lady even gave me pointers to an Intersex group which I have looked up since then.
Oh to be young again.....
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Honey, you are a woman. You've got the credentials. You menstruate. You've got an ovarian cyst. You're not beCOMing a woman - you're already there. I have no idea what you mean by being half-dressed as a man. The clothes you were wearing belong to you, so they are a woman's clothes. So you didn't get your makeup the way you want it. Half the women I work with don't wear makeup at all. Take a good look at women your age when you're at the supermarket and take close note of what you see. You will see women without makeup and most probably, this time of year in Illinois, wearing pants. You posted a picture of yourself a couple of weeks ago, and I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt.
Sweetie, cut yourself some slack and give yourself some credit.
Love this post, sis. I'm so glad things went well, even if they started out a bit scary and nothing was as you expected it to be. Sometimes, winging it is the best way. And I bet the kids weren't paying any attention to what you were wearing. They were probably too fascinated by you!
Looks like they kept you busy with questions.
I do understand about wanting to look a certain way and to feel prepared. I don't really think about what anyone else my age wears or whether they put on makeup. I do things my own way. But I've learned to be OK when plans go awry. You did too!
I love you Jill, I do not give myself alot of credit. I was wearing a naval flight jacket that night and hiking boots but everything about me and what I wore was female yes.
I need to wake up and realize who and what I am. Maybe its the hormones and depression. I don't know anymore.
Oh V, you know how I think and just knowing I was out of whack a bit, what was important was the teens and I am so happy I made it for them. As Jill said when I wear the sweatshirt I am all woman, and I was in a sweater and cute jeans so I guess I wasn't too bad. Oh my god, I am worrying about what I am wearing what is wrong with me?
Thank you both for the insight and waking me up, I was there as Shauna and that was all there is.
"...who wanted to meet me like I were someone special."
You ARE, ALWAYS have been, and ALWAYS will be. To all who have met and love you here; to all you've gone out of your way to be so wonderful to in the real world.
Knowing you, though it is only through "the net" makes me glad to be in a world with you!
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Hey girl, welcome to the 'verse. Gillian is right. Not becoming, ARE. Clothes do not a woman make. Neither breasts, or bits, or pieces that fit. A woman is heart and soul, a state of grace that is a timeless, place less place. To a woman we all give ourselves, at one point in our lives or another, less credit that we should. I'm telling you it's the one thing that's keeping us from ruling the world! Seriously though, Gillian's right, cut yourself some slack, you deserve it.
I won't lie and say I don't care what I look like when I go out. But it's not about makeup, clothes, or accessories. It's about cherishing my center, and living my life, not sweating someone else's views of the 'verse. Closest I get to makeup? Tinted Lip gloss. Maybe once in a while a little powder and a light brush of eye shadow. That's about it. Jeans and a decent blouse, though quite often a t-shirt, and even braless sometimes when I'm feeling lazy. Doesn't make me any less female, just more comfortable. What can I say, I'm a country girl a heart...
Ah, I love Shane. That girl has chops, sass and a great heart and soul beneath it all.
This is a great post, and I'm glad you're talking about it, sharing it, shining some light on something that haunts more of us that are readily apparent. Good for you!
Oh, and not to pick nits, but it should be "Who is speaking to whom?"
Mind you it isn't having been married to the english teacher from hell for seven years that makes me notice that, it's USAF General Jack O'Neill. He was always making cracks about someone's grammer...
"You ended that sentence with a preposition!" "You bastard" as they were torturing him... Yes, I know, too much SG-1 I guess...
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