Saturday, March 17, 2018
That morning I had to giggle as I was getting ready. I was taking a half day at work so that I could visit the dermatologist. What had me giggling was thinking back to a day, oh so long ago, that I was worried about wearing women's underwear to the doctor's office. I mean, what if they found out? What if they were to somehow find out that I was wearing women's underwear! Oh the horror, the horror!! At one point in my life I actually felt that way, and yet on this day, I had to laugh. Pretty much everything I chose to wear was purchased in the women's department.
Oh and let's not forget that I am growing breasts. Yeah, that is kind of a difficult thing to hide when one is going to the dermatologist for a full-body mole check! Ha! Err, there is also the little thing of my dermatologist having updated information about which medications I am taking, which happens automatically! So, uh, yeah, there's that.
Okay then..... onward!
I made it to the dermatologist that afternoon and after being led into the room, and being asked to disrobe for the doctor, I found myself pondering what sort of lovely paper garment the nurse had set out for me. Would she give me the standard paper blanket, or now that I am obviously showing my transgender status, will I have been promoted to the breast covering, backwards opening, lovely paper robe?
Alas, I received the paper blanket. I briefly pondered wrapping myself up in the blanket and then thought, no, that would be a bit too over the top. Besides, I really don't have a problem with nudity, even with my newly forming friends. Though I did sit there, with my boobs out, getting a bit irritated at the growing thought that they surely would not have a cisgender woman sitting there with her breasts out. I've spoken to my wife about these things and she has assured me that this sort of thing has never happened to her.
The doctor came in and we chatted for a bit about the little things in life. She performed her exam and I asked her about a spot on my breast. It was a red spot that appeared to be a bit like an ingrown hair. It was something that I spoke to her about a couple of years prior and she kind of dismissed it. Well, now that I happen to posses an actual thinking brain, I was determined to stand up for myself and not allow her to blow me off. I calmly, but insistently, explained my concern for this spot.
Okay, brief interlude - if you do not already know, back about 20 years ago, I was diagnosed with a level 2 melanoma on my right breast. I had plastic surgery to remove it and to make sure my nipples stayed aligned, ha! Thanks Kaiser! I did everything I was supposed to do, and have continued since as well. I have had more moles removed than I can count, and most of the scars have faded away, and thankfully, I have never had any signs of cancer since.
All that to say, yeah, no, the spot on my left breast was not of the cancerous, scary kind, it was of the hey this stupid red spot is really annoying and bugging me, can't we please do something about it kind. Which the dermatologist heard and quickly said, "okay then, let's do a small punch and remove it." Which, if you don't know, is where she uses a device to cut a small circle in and down a bit.
She explained the procedure to me and why she thought it was appropriate. I immediately asked her about scarring. She sort of blew me off and said, "oh well it won't be anywhere near as bad as that scar." I know that she had no idea of how badly she made me just feel as she motioned to the scar above my right breast. The scar from the cancer removal, the scar that I will have to live with for the rest of my life, directly above my right nipple. Thanks doc!
With my mind spinning while contemplating this, I calmly said to her, "I want you to know that I am transgender. As well, I have been taking estrogen since last July. I am telling you this, as I want you to know that this area," I motioned to my breasts, "is very important to me."
Anywho..... After giving my doctor the "official transgender speech," I watched as she slowed down and began absentmindedly repeating her previous examination of the area she was contemplating cutting into. Then it all clicked for her. She wasn't talking to a man about his manly chest, and his manly scars, she was talking to a woman about her breasts. Not just that, but talking with a woman, about cutting into her newly forming breasts and leaving her with stitches and a potential for a scar.
It was then that her entire demeanor changed. She took many more looks at the area she was examining. She looked at it from more angles. And she told me that she was sure that I would be happier with the outcome than I was in trying to live with it. Now that I knew she understood the gravity of the situation for me, and she reassured me that the scar would be very minimal, and look far better than the slow growing red blemish did now, I agreed to do the it.
She began taking things out and prepping for the procedure. I knew exactly what she was going to do. I have already had it done numerous times to remove those pesky little moles I mentioned earlier. She was pulling things out and seemed to be checking a mental list of needed items. I didn't want to disturb her while she trying to get ready, but I knew I had to speak to her about the stupid little blanket they gave to me.
As she wrote a few notes down, I tried to come up with exactly when and what I should say, but she beat me to it and asked "Being as you are transgender, is there anything that we could be doing to make you more comfortable?"
I like my dermatologist. She's a keeper! I asked her if it was standard policy to give everyone the little paper blanket. And she said yes. Which kind of surprised me actually. I was really thinking they had a shelf with folded up paper clothing items and one was labeled MALE and the other FEMALE. Okay, so maybe not, but I still kind of assumed that they would give a robe version to women.
Apparently not! My dermatologist explained that was the standard item given, but that anybody could request a robe if they prefer that. She went on to say that there are many women who will only disrobe down to their underwear and bra, but that makes it a bit difficult to do a proper full body check. Furthermore she explained that there are some men who refuse to undress, and will sit in the family member chair, fully clothed. She then asked if there was something that I would prefer. I explained that no, I am quite comfortable with my body, I would simply like to be offered the same thing as any other human. Ultimately, both she and I think of humans as just that, humans.
She did understand though that I am a human who cares about the overall appearance of her breasts! Taking that into consideration she deftly performed the procedure, removing the offender, and neatly places two tiny stitches into the incision. She then said, "let's see what's in there....... yup, it's what I suspected, a sebaceous cyst."
This was the second removal of this nature, though the previous one was on my back, which my wife used to loving refer to as my volcano. Lovely, huh? Oh boy, the joys of being human! These are things we don't really mention to kids. Who wants to know this stuff??? Not I!
So.... there ya go! I told her I am transgender, she understood the gravity of the situation, asked if she could be doing better, removed a cyst, and now it's healing. Badda bing, badda boom, there ya go! And I used to be afraid about wearing women's underwear! Ha! Silly little human!
Monday, March 12, 2018
Im going thru gender identity and i fill very feminine all the time and im confused about my sexual orientation and i love to crossdress and im bisexual im going to meet with a therapist next week and part of me wants to get away from the feminine sissy side and part of me wants to become a she and get put on hormones and start to transition and become mtf but i got kids to think about and plus my wife said if i do she will leave me and divorce me and at one time she use to support me and buy me panties and bra's and cami's and nighties and eyeliners and do my eyebrows but not no more she says im gay if i want to dress girly and im not gay i think never been all the way with a guy but i do know i love to dress feminine and be girly advice please
Thank you so much for taking the time to reach out and write to me about your concerns. I hope that I can help you out a bit. Please understand that the following is solely my own opinion based upon my own experiences. Okie dokie!!! Lets see here:
1 - There is a difference between gender and sexual orientation. Your interest in expressing something outside of the norms for your gender assigned at birth has nothing to do with who you are attracted to. Honestly to me it sounds as though you are indeed bisexual, in that you enjoy being with a male or a female. And that's fine. In some ways I am jealous of your position, I mean you are in a position to be able to evaluate if you are interested in anyone you see, me though, I have half the population off the board right from the start! Ha!
2 - I am not, nor have I ever been, interested in the 'sissy' side of cross gender expression. I do however have some speculations about it. In ways your comment reminded me of myself back in my teenage years. Testosterone, and it's resulting sex drive hit me hard as a teen. Thus I found a good 'safe' way to express my interest in cross gender expression; if I brought it up during sex, then it was only a mere sexual fetish. This was acceptable to me. I couldn't actually bring myself to say that I wanted to dress this way all of the time. Not in a sexualized manner, but in a more typically feminine way. This is what I think happens with many men who have a gender variance. It can only come out during sex, because then its not an identity issue, it is just a fetish.
3 - Nobody is going to 'put' you on hormones. Some may recommend it. Someone will have to prescribe it. But it will only be you who decides to actually do it.
4 - Kids are resilient. Far more so than many of their parents are willing to see. They are actually pretty simple. Do you love them? Do you give them the gift that no one else can, the gift of your time? For that is what kids want. They want time with the most special person in the world to them, you. Not female you, or male you, just you, whoever you are, for you are their world. You are their reason for being. Without you there would be no them. If you give them you, whoever you truly are, it is my belief that they will still always love you.
5 - Wives are not always so resilient, though they all certainly have the capacity to be so. It is far more dependent upon you though. Kids have an awe for their parents that is hard to kill, it is pretty much born into them, but for spouses, it has to be earned. It is my belief that this is done through open minded, honest, consistent, committed communication. It is far easier said than done. But it is the path to relationship happiness. At least for me, that is the only thing that I can think of that has brought both my wife and I to the point that we are at.
6 - The best possible thing you could be doing is going to see a therapist experienced in gender identity. You truly do have my sympathy. It sounds as though a whole lot of things are coming to light at this point in your life. An experienced therapist, that you work well with, combined with a desire to work on yourself, can be a very rewarding experience.
Okay. I think that is about all that I can offer up to you. Seriously though, that therapist thing is ultimately where your best chance at a happy resolution is at.
Monday, March 5, 2018
T-Shirt - No Idea - Similar @ Amazon
Long Sleeve - Mossimo: Tissue Tee - Similar @ Amazon
Jeans - Levi: Denizen - @ Target
Shoes - New Balance @ Amazon
Beanie - - @ Amazon
This was the outfit I wore two days ago when I visited the dermatologist. It is the result of going to work, taking off my work Polo shirt, and putting on one of my favorite tee-shirts instead. Oh and yeah, I did enhance my bust as well. Everything else is what I wore to work on that day. Point being - while I don't always dress all fancy, pretty much each and every day I am dressed in female clothes. Yes, even while I work. And no, I don't work by myself.
I find it to be rather funny as I often tell people, please gender me according to how I am presenting. So, those are the clothes I was wearing. Now, here is a close-up of my face:
Why don't you try and tell me which gender am I presenting as? Hmmmmm..... isn't that a damn good question? Yeah, I think so. Do you refer to me as male because of my facial hair, and some physical features, or do you refer to me as female, because of the clothes, the boobs, oh and yeah, the estrogen? It really is too bad that we don't have universally used and understood pronouns that are genderless.
How about this:
The English language has gender-specific personal pronouns in the third-person singular. The masculine pronoun is he (with derived forms him, his and himself); the feminine is she (with derived forms her, hers and herself); the neuter is it (with derived forms its and itself). The third-person plural they and its inflected and derived forms (them, their, themselves, etc.) are gender-neutral and also used to refer singular, personal antecedents (e.g. "Where a recipient of an allowance under section 4 absents themself from Canada, payment of the allowance shall ...")
Unsure how to refer to me? I'll accept, he, she, or they, but if you call me it that may indeed be it for you and me. Wanna put a smile on my face? Go with the feminine!
Okay, that's it for today peeps!
Oh!!!! I almost forgot.... isn't the saying on the front of this shirt ridiculous? It totally reminds me of things I saw while in Japan. They would put together English words that often made no sense at all! Hollywood and Compton? Excuse me? Why in the world are those two together? No idea. No explanation has ever made sense to me, thus I love it!