Earlier this week, my blog disappeared for about a day. Google (which owns Blogger) determined that my blog was a spam blog and pulled it from the web.
This is the second time this has happened, and to be honest, I'd prefer that it not happen again. It would be nice if they would tell me how their bots determined I was a spam blog so that I could rectify the situation instead of just having me tell them that I am a real person.
Sigh.
I have some free time coming up...I'll probably end up finally putting the remainder of my old site up here. While I'm at it, I'll probably look over the entries and see which links are good and which ones aren't. (I feel like Santa.)
I have a number of tech savvy friends...I should ask them why Google is giving me such a hard time.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Losing more teammates
I don't post to Facebook what I am doing every 20 minutes, but I will post once in a while, and I do end up looking at some stuff that other people post. Recently, one of my teammates changed their listed name...from a female name to a masculine name.
Now, I've seen their name the new way for a few weeks, and while I didn't say anything up front, I finally sent a note asking about the name change.
Sure enough, I've now lost two teammates inside the past 8 months. The previous one I found out last November.
To be honest, neither of their transitions is a surprise, and from what I have seen, most people that knew them aren't surprised either. It's almost as though it was seen as the logical step for both of them. In fact, it almost seems opposite to the reaction of MTF's where people seem to wonder why we would do such a thing...to go from being a powerful man to a weak woman.
And that's when I realize that most people that view transition from the outside never seem to see the gender identity dysphoria...they see it as a much larger gender flop. They see MTF's losing their penis, and FTM's gaining male privilege.
It's too bad that most of the population never sees the inner peace, the glowing resolution, or the victory of reaching an almost unreachable goal. They never see us land on the moon.
And so, when my friend took his first steps as a man...his giant leaps to mankind, I made sure to acknowledge his journey. I found out about his transition about a month ago and I tried to hook up with him during Pride, but it never worked out. He and I connected well as teammates, so much that I called him my twin the past few years. In a way, I guess we are.
It's kinda ironic that I ran into my other former teammate a week after Pride. Claire was in town, and the old gang got together for some activities...one of which included a stopover in a lesbian bar. As we were gathered in one area, I noticed my former teammate sitting at a table. After ordering a drink, I stopped by to say hi.
As I did, he stood up and we conversed. I asked him how he was doing, and he said things were going well. After a few seconds, he paused.
"So...I have to ask...I heard...are...are you MTF?"
"Who told you that?"
"Uh...I heard a rumor."
At this point, I'm kinda stuck. There is no use denying it, because, well, I am MTF...and even if I did, I'm sure it would come back to bite me in the arse somehow. Plus, I have always kinda said that if someone asked me if I was a transsexual, I wouldn't lie.
"Yeah. I am."
"Wow. I never would have thought."
And so the conversation went. We talked about some of our past dealings with the teams, and how one of our previous coaches was interested in having him play as a woman even though he was on testosterone. He even asked if I had dated FTM's in the past. He felt that his dating options were far less as an FTM than as a lesbian, but he also mentioned that he, like many transsexuals, found himself more open to dating a variety of genders.
I have no idea how he found out, nor who told him, but it's likely that through our many transsexual channels, someone passed along the knowledge that there was another transsexual playing. I knew that as time went on, more people would likely know, but I still plan on playing by the "don't ask, don't tell" policy...until I see that the policy is accepting. Actually, from what I have seen since my two teammates jumped the fence, they may allow transsexuals to play...perhaps both MTF and FTM, but I need to see how it all falls together. This gives me investigative options, though, by seeing if my two friends are still eligible to play or not.
The policy may be the least of my worries, though, since I may find most of the resistance from my own teammates. I've never told any of them, outside of one. They may look at it as a trust issue, or they may not want me in the locker room. Who knows. Either way, I hope they will be able to see it from my point of view.
Now, I've seen their name the new way for a few weeks, and while I didn't say anything up front, I finally sent a note asking about the name change.
Sure enough, I've now lost two teammates inside the past 8 months. The previous one I found out last November.
To be honest, neither of their transitions is a surprise, and from what I have seen, most people that knew them aren't surprised either. It's almost as though it was seen as the logical step for both of them. In fact, it almost seems opposite to the reaction of MTF's where people seem to wonder why we would do such a thing...to go from being a powerful man to a weak woman.
And that's when I realize that most people that view transition from the outside never seem to see the gender identity dysphoria...they see it as a much larger gender flop. They see MTF's losing their penis, and FTM's gaining male privilege.
It's too bad that most of the population never sees the inner peace, the glowing resolution, or the victory of reaching an almost unreachable goal. They never see us land on the moon.
And so, when my friend took his first steps as a man...his giant leaps to mankind, I made sure to acknowledge his journey. I found out about his transition about a month ago and I tried to hook up with him during Pride, but it never worked out. He and I connected well as teammates, so much that I called him my twin the past few years. In a way, I guess we are.
It's kinda ironic that I ran into my other former teammate a week after Pride. Claire was in town, and the old gang got together for some activities...one of which included a stopover in a lesbian bar. As we were gathered in one area, I noticed my former teammate sitting at a table. After ordering a drink, I stopped by to say hi.
As I did, he stood up and we conversed. I asked him how he was doing, and he said things were going well. After a few seconds, he paused.
"So...I have to ask...I heard...are...are you MTF?"
"Who told you that?"
"Uh...I heard a rumor."
At this point, I'm kinda stuck. There is no use denying it, because, well, I am MTF...and even if I did, I'm sure it would come back to bite me in the arse somehow. Plus, I have always kinda said that if someone asked me if I was a transsexual, I wouldn't lie.
"Yeah. I am."
"Wow. I never would have thought."
And so the conversation went. We talked about some of our past dealings with the teams, and how one of our previous coaches was interested in having him play as a woman even though he was on testosterone. He even asked if I had dated FTM's in the past. He felt that his dating options were far less as an FTM than as a lesbian, but he also mentioned that he, like many transsexuals, found himself more open to dating a variety of genders.
I have no idea how he found out, nor who told him, but it's likely that through our many transsexual channels, someone passed along the knowledge that there was another transsexual playing. I knew that as time went on, more people would likely know, but I still plan on playing by the "don't ask, don't tell" policy...until I see that the policy is accepting. Actually, from what I have seen since my two teammates jumped the fence, they may allow transsexuals to play...perhaps both MTF and FTM, but I need to see how it all falls together. This gives me investigative options, though, by seeing if my two friends are still eligible to play or not.
The policy may be the least of my worries, though, since I may find most of the resistance from my own teammates. I've never told any of them, outside of one. They may look at it as a trust issue, or they may not want me in the locker room. Who knows. Either way, I hope they will be able to see it from my point of view.
Friday, July 03, 2009
San Francisco Pride 2009
I'm a bit late with this entry, but it's been a busy few weeks. San Francisco Pride 2009 was its usual busy event with the Trans March kicking off the official festivities last Friday night.
There were a number of big names in the Trans World that spoke at the pre-march, including Andrea James and Cecilia Chung. I walked with a few friends to a spot where the march just seemed to end. I'd heard the joke that it was a circle, but we didn't even make it back to the start...so, the gang just wandered off to dinner.
On Saturday, I chilled until heading over to the Dyke March. I met up with a friend and we wandered back and forth between friends before finally marching along with all the lesbians.
Sigh...I love lesbians.
I made semi-reservations at one of the restaurants in the Castro earlier in the week so that we wouldn't have to fight the lines to eat. Luckily, we slipped right in before all the crowds hit. After being there for a bit, I saw one guy sitting across from us that I recognized.
"Hey Carissa...recognize that guy over there?"
He was the brother from Prodigal Sons...the trans-themed movie Carissa and I had seen earlier in the week. I then noticed Kim and her mom sitting at the other end of their table and thought it an interesting coincidence to see them here.
I was hoping to chat briefly with Kim after their movie had aired on Wednesday, but there were so many people in that part of the theater, and we were so far back, that it would have been almost impossible to reach her. So, we waited until they were about to leave to approach, and then mention how much we loved the film. We were even able to capture a photo with them before everyone filtered back into the crowded streets of Pink Saturday.
Sunday morning came all too fast, and before I knew it, the San Francisco 2009 Pride Parade was underway. I rode the TGSF float designed and built by a variety of the officers of Transgender San Francisco. Not many floats can claim to have been built by their organization, but we did. Ally, Lisa, Bonnie and crew did a fantastic job putting it all together. I was able to get in a few hours on construction, and even spent about 15 minutes wedged in the inner workings of the base while securing the handrails. I actually had a little trouble with my boobs fitting over the support system that held it all together.
The float was built on the concept of an all inclusive ENDA. Some of the remaining classes that do not enjoy federal protection include transgender people...which were thrown to the side in the previous attempt to get ENDA through our national government. The push now is to have an all inclusive ENDA to protect not only gay and lesbian people, but also transgender people as well.
As seen recently with the Sacramento radio station controversy, we may be a very small minority, but we can still pack a punch. I didn't have too much time to write about it and I have yet to listen to their apology show, but I caught some of the initial stuff on Facebook and responded before GLAAD sent out their mass action email.
And I think we are seeing the transgender power coming through with ENDA now. HRC seems to have seen how powerful the transgender side can be (but I still haven't given them any money).
I had a really nice time riding and waving to the crowd as we rolled along Market street. Both of my arms became tired with the waving and operating of the "hammer" on the wall. Luckily, Lisa is a scrappy little fighter, and was able to keep the hammer going for quite a while...well after my arm had started to give out.
I spent a bit more time at the parade and hanging out with a friend before finally crashing back at my place for some rest. Pride is a pretty busy weekend, and it's hard managing enough energy to make it all the way through Sunday afternoon. This was also kind of a special year for me since I finally rode the float as Ms. Transgender San Francisco 2009...which probably helped provide more energy for the weekend.
Edit: Here's another photo from the parade...or, well, right before the parade. I was able to get a picture with Andrea James and Calpernia Addams, who were up from LA for San Francisco Pride.
There were a number of big names in the Trans World that spoke at the pre-march, including Andrea James and Cecilia Chung. I walked with a few friends to a spot where the march just seemed to end. I'd heard the joke that it was a circle, but we didn't even make it back to the start...so, the gang just wandered off to dinner.
On Saturday, I chilled until heading over to the Dyke March. I met up with a friend and we wandered back and forth between friends before finally marching along with all the lesbians.
Sigh...I love lesbians.
I made semi-reservations at one of the restaurants in the Castro earlier in the week so that we wouldn't have to fight the lines to eat. Luckily, we slipped right in before all the crowds hit. After being there for a bit, I saw one guy sitting across from us that I recognized.
"Hey Carissa...recognize that guy over there?"
He was the brother from Prodigal Sons...the trans-themed movie Carissa and I had seen earlier in the week. I then noticed Kim and her mom sitting at the other end of their table and thought it an interesting coincidence to see them here.
I was hoping to chat briefly with Kim after their movie had aired on Wednesday, but there were so many people in that part of the theater, and we were so far back, that it would have been almost impossible to reach her. So, we waited until they were about to leave to approach, and then mention how much we loved the film. We were even able to capture a photo with them before everyone filtered back into the crowded streets of Pink Saturday. Sunday morning came all too fast, and before I knew it, the San Francisco 2009 Pride Parade was underway. I rode the TGSF float designed and built by a variety of the officers of Transgender San Francisco. Not many floats can claim to have been built by their organization, but we did. Ally, Lisa, Bonnie and crew did a fantastic job putting it all together. I was able to get in a few hours on construction, and even spent about 15 minutes wedged in the inner workings of the base while securing the handrails. I actually had a little trouble with my boobs fitting over the support system that held it all together.
The float was built on the concept of an all inclusive ENDA. Some of the remaining classes that do not enjoy federal protection include transgender people...which were thrown to the side in the previous attempt to get ENDA through our national government. The push now is to have an all inclusive ENDA to protect not only gay and lesbian people, but also transgender people as well.As seen recently with the Sacramento radio station controversy, we may be a very small minority, but we can still pack a punch. I didn't have too much time to write about it and I have yet to listen to their apology show, but I caught some of the initial stuff on Facebook and responded before GLAAD sent out their mass action email.
And I think we are seeing the transgender power coming through with ENDA now. HRC seems to have seen how powerful the transgender side can be (but I still haven't given them any money).
I had a really nice time riding and waving to the crowd as we rolled along Market street. Both of my arms became tired with the waving and operating of the "hammer" on the wall. Luckily, Lisa is a scrappy little fighter, and was able to keep the hammer going for quite a while...well after my arm had started to give out.I spent a bit more time at the parade and hanging out with a friend before finally crashing back at my place for some rest. Pride is a pretty busy weekend, and it's hard managing enough energy to make it all the way through Sunday afternoon. This was also kind of a special year for me since I finally rode the float as Ms. Transgender San Francisco 2009...which probably helped provide more energy for the weekend.
Edit: Here's another photo from the parade...or, well, right before the parade. I was able to get a picture with Andrea James and Calpernia Addams, who were up from LA for San Francisco Pride.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Prodigal Sons
It's Pride week in San Francisco, and with it comes the Frameline film festival. I went to And Then Came Lola this past Friday with some lesbian friends, and Prodigal Sons last night with Carissa.
Lola was a cute little movie based on a European film I have never seen, entitled "Run Lola, Run". While it kept me mildly entertained, it also lacked a bit of cohesiveness. It did have a lot of good music intertwined throughout the pedestrian chaos.
Last night, though, was Prodigal Sons, a documentary by a transwoman and her family. This movie was listed as a centerpiece of the film festival, and I can see why. The movie was well edited, had good music, nice transitions (not transsexual transitions), and kept me on the edge of my seat a number of times as I wondered what was going to happen next.
In the same sense as Red Without Blue, this movie was less about someone transitioning, but more about how their transition affected their lives. That's kinda how it should be...where the transsexual part of it just adds depth to a character and is not the end-all be-all of the story.
It's too bad that the Lola movie was packed (there were so many lesbians that I actually used the guy's bathroom since the women's line was way too long) while Prodigal Sons still had a number of available seats. Actually, I hardly noticed many trans people in the audience at all at Prodigal Sons. Of course, I'm not attending the variety of trans-shows tonight, so hopefully there is more of a presence there.
Lola was a cute little movie based on a European film I have never seen, entitled "Run Lola, Run". While it kept me mildly entertained, it also lacked a bit of cohesiveness. It did have a lot of good music intertwined throughout the pedestrian chaos.
Last night, though, was Prodigal Sons, a documentary by a transwoman and her family. This movie was listed as a centerpiece of the film festival, and I can see why. The movie was well edited, had good music, nice transitions (not transsexual transitions), and kept me on the edge of my seat a number of times as I wondered what was going to happen next.
In the same sense as Red Without Blue, this movie was less about someone transitioning, but more about how their transition affected their lives. That's kinda how it should be...where the transsexual part of it just adds depth to a character and is not the end-all be-all of the story.
It's too bad that the Lola movie was packed (there were so many lesbians that I actually used the guy's bathroom since the women's line was way too long) while Prodigal Sons still had a number of available seats. Actually, I hardly noticed many trans people in the audience at all at Prodigal Sons. Of course, I'm not attending the variety of trans-shows tonight, so hopefully there is more of a presence there.
Monday, June 08, 2009
I Lost My Glove
Around a week ago, I went to play in my women's softball league. When I dug into my equipment bag, I couldn't find my glove. It was gone. I rummaged through the trunk of my car to see if it fell out, but it wasn't there. Luckily, a friend of mine had an extra glove and I was able to play using hers.
I emailed my softball team that plays the following night to see if any of them had seen my glove, and they suggested that the scorekeeper might have it. I asked my friend with the extra glove if she was going to be at the game, just in case it wasn't there.
I was lucky. I found my glove sitting in the little lost and found box they had with the scorekeeper.
Although losing a glove isn't that bad, it's a pain losing it, finding a new one, and then breaking it in. I was horribly happy to have my glove back.
While the previous story is actually true, it also serves allegorically to the next section. A lot of times, when bad things happen to me, they seem to happen in bunches.
The company I work for recently merged with another company. They called it a merger, but really, we were purchased by the other company. They had layoffs last year and then notified another division that all of their jobs would be gone by this summer. I knew a number of them and thought they were really good people. I've chatted with a few while they work their last few months in the hopes they can find a new job.
As I was leaving a meeting not long ago, I asked one of my coworkers if he knew of any upcoming projects, because our group's slate of activities was starting to grow thin. And as I walked into a morning meeting with my boss and found a new person in the room, my heart suddenly started beating faster.
So, this is how the "blindside" feels in the game of Survivor.
I don't think words can fully express the feelings you get when you are being laid off. It becomes almost like a movie as you just sit back and watch the characters move without being able to influence the outcome of the situation. "Luckily", I now join the walking dead on our campus, so I have time to look for a new job, and when I finish the job, they'll be providing a nice compensation package.
A few months ago, they had all of our group fill out skill assessment forms so that we could outline all the different areas we were good at. It appears that there is talent overlap with our new company, and as they further delve into the mixture of experience, they make their cuts. One of the unfortunate aspects to our merger is that my former boss now works for the company that purchased us. He also never got to know me as Kara, although he does know I transitioned.
Although losing a job isn't the end of the world, it's a pain losing it, finding a new one, and then breaking in and learning the new ropes.
It's also been very interesting being a part of the walking dead. I'm still doing my job, perhaps even better than before. There has been one woman that got notice and has been able to find a new spot at the company, so it's not totally ruled out one couldn't stay on. A number of coworkers have been shocked by my departure, as I was, in most aspects. I've had good performance reviews, five figure bonuses lately, and have always gotten along well with my coworkers. I even have a lot of my fellow engineers come to me for help on a lot of different items.
This situation does open up a new opportunity, though. My mom is not in the best of health, and with some time off, I may go home and spend some quality time with her and my dad. I figure I can still look for a job on the internet at their house. I almost hope I don't find a job right off the bat so that I can spend the time with my mom, but, then again, if I do find one soon, I'd have a nice chunk of change for a down payment on a place.
I've also started networking with some coworkers and vendors, and hope I can find a spot in the San Francisco Bay area. Growing up a military brat, I'm kinda tired of moving at this point in my life. I also love my friends, the weather, and my teammates. We've got some great stuff planned for the future, but I'd hate to play without a nice glove.
I emailed my softball team that plays the following night to see if any of them had seen my glove, and they suggested that the scorekeeper might have it. I asked my friend with the extra glove if she was going to be at the game, just in case it wasn't there.
I was lucky. I found my glove sitting in the little lost and found box they had with the scorekeeper.
Although losing a glove isn't that bad, it's a pain losing it, finding a new one, and then breaking it in. I was horribly happy to have my glove back.
While the previous story is actually true, it also serves allegorically to the next section. A lot of times, when bad things happen to me, they seem to happen in bunches.
The company I work for recently merged with another company. They called it a merger, but really, we were purchased by the other company. They had layoffs last year and then notified another division that all of their jobs would be gone by this summer. I knew a number of them and thought they were really good people. I've chatted with a few while they work their last few months in the hopes they can find a new job.
As I was leaving a meeting not long ago, I asked one of my coworkers if he knew of any upcoming projects, because our group's slate of activities was starting to grow thin. And as I walked into a morning meeting with my boss and found a new person in the room, my heart suddenly started beating faster.
So, this is how the "blindside" feels in the game of Survivor.
I don't think words can fully express the feelings you get when you are being laid off. It becomes almost like a movie as you just sit back and watch the characters move without being able to influence the outcome of the situation. "Luckily", I now join the walking dead on our campus, so I have time to look for a new job, and when I finish the job, they'll be providing a nice compensation package.
A few months ago, they had all of our group fill out skill assessment forms so that we could outline all the different areas we were good at. It appears that there is talent overlap with our new company, and as they further delve into the mixture of experience, they make their cuts. One of the unfortunate aspects to our merger is that my former boss now works for the company that purchased us. He also never got to know me as Kara, although he does know I transitioned.
Although losing a job isn't the end of the world, it's a pain losing it, finding a new one, and then breaking in and learning the new ropes.
It's also been very interesting being a part of the walking dead. I'm still doing my job, perhaps even better than before. There has been one woman that got notice and has been able to find a new spot at the company, so it's not totally ruled out one couldn't stay on. A number of coworkers have been shocked by my departure, as I was, in most aspects. I've had good performance reviews, five figure bonuses lately, and have always gotten along well with my coworkers. I even have a lot of my fellow engineers come to me for help on a lot of different items.
This situation does open up a new opportunity, though. My mom is not in the best of health, and with some time off, I may go home and spend some quality time with her and my dad. I figure I can still look for a job on the internet at their house. I almost hope I don't find a job right off the bat so that I can spend the time with my mom, but, then again, if I do find one soon, I'd have a nice chunk of change for a down payment on a place.
I've also started networking with some coworkers and vendors, and hope I can find a spot in the San Francisco Bay area. Growing up a military brat, I'm kinda tired of moving at this point in my life. I also love my friends, the weather, and my teammates. We've got some great stuff planned for the future, but I'd hate to play without a nice glove.
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Dr. O Chat
I have attended the TGSF Executive Committee meeting for the past few months ever since winning the title of Ms. Transgender San Francisco 2009. A few months ago they were looking at some education options, one of which included seeing if Dr. O was up for presenting on FFS.
So, I contacted his office to see if he would be available at one of TGSF's End of Month activities. We settled on May 28th for him to talk. I confirmed both a month and week ahead of time and gave them my number if anything went wrong.
Dr. O and Mira both showed up right on time, if not a touch early, but unfortunately, our usual private room was not available and we were not able to have the presentation as we would have preferred.
I was horribly disappointed since we put in a lot of effort to have him there, and he was unable to present on his materials. Not only that, but there were people that came to hear him talk.
As Dr. O, Mira, and myself waited on the potential opening of our presentation room, though, we were able to chat a little.
Initially, Dr. O planned to retire in 2011. That has since changed. It appears that he plans to work another 3-5 years, making his likelihood for retirement sometime between 2012 to 2014.
It also appears that Dr. O will have a successor. Mira mentioned that they do plan on having an announcement in the future. On the downside, it appears that successor may not be in the San Francisco Bay Area. Mira mentioned a location for the announcement, but I'm not going to mention it here as it may lead to a lot of conjecture.
She also mentioned that Dr. O will be alongside the successor in the OR for a decent amount of time to ensure all knowledge has been passed along.
Dr. O did mention that the economy isn't the best right now, and even he was feeling it, but he still had patients coming in for FFS. I know a lot of trans-people have probably been affected by the economy as well, and have likely put off FFS or SRS because of their financial situations. Hopefully the delay in his retirement will bring a little sigh of relief to those still working on their funds.
Dr. O is a very resilient man. His father lived into his 90's, I believe, and at least one of his father's siblings just celebrated their 95th birthday. I think Dr. O's work has even gotten better since I saw him in 2004. A local girl recently had surgery with him this past Fall, and I have to say, she is probably the best result I have ever seen of his patients. So, it's nice to know he is still spitting out some great work, and will continue to do so for the next few years.
So, I contacted his office to see if he would be available at one of TGSF's End of Month activities. We settled on May 28th for him to talk. I confirmed both a month and week ahead of time and gave them my number if anything went wrong.
Dr. O and Mira both showed up right on time, if not a touch early, but unfortunately, our usual private room was not available and we were not able to have the presentation as we would have preferred.
I was horribly disappointed since we put in a lot of effort to have him there, and he was unable to present on his materials. Not only that, but there were people that came to hear him talk.
As Dr. O, Mira, and myself waited on the potential opening of our presentation room, though, we were able to chat a little.
Initially, Dr. O planned to retire in 2011. That has since changed. It appears that he plans to work another 3-5 years, making his likelihood for retirement sometime between 2012 to 2014.
It also appears that Dr. O will have a successor. Mira mentioned that they do plan on having an announcement in the future. On the downside, it appears that successor may not be in the San Francisco Bay Area. Mira mentioned a location for the announcement, but I'm not going to mention it here as it may lead to a lot of conjecture.
She also mentioned that Dr. O will be alongside the successor in the OR for a decent amount of time to ensure all knowledge has been passed along.
Dr. O did mention that the economy isn't the best right now, and even he was feeling it, but he still had patients coming in for FFS. I know a lot of trans-people have probably been affected by the economy as well, and have likely put off FFS or SRS because of their financial situations. Hopefully the delay in his retirement will bring a little sigh of relief to those still working on their funds.
Dr. O is a very resilient man. His father lived into his 90's, I believe, and at least one of his father's siblings just celebrated their 95th birthday. I think Dr. O's work has even gotten better since I saw him in 2004. A local girl recently had surgery with him this past Fall, and I have to say, she is probably the best result I have ever seen of his patients. So, it's nice to know he is still spitting out some great work, and will continue to do so for the next few years.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Marie Claire article
I caught this on-line article a week or two ago and finally got a little time to write about it.
In the article, a woman with a disfiguring condition discusses her dating situation. When I first read the title, the thought of my own situation definitely ran through my mind. As I read the article, though, I definitely related to her on some issues, especially as we try to live up to the physical female expectations of our bodies.
But, as many people mentioned in the comments of a couple of the sites hosting this article, she definitely lets the condition affect her own dating perception, just as I let my own transsexual status affect mine. There is even a comment from another transsexual on the Marie Claire site that I found particularly interesting.
The hard part with all of it is being secure with our own situations and feeling comfortable enough with potential dateables to let them in on some of our more personal characteristics.
In the article, a woman with a disfiguring condition discusses her dating situation. When I first read the title, the thought of my own situation definitely ran through my mind. As I read the article, though, I definitely related to her on some issues, especially as we try to live up to the physical female expectations of our bodies.
But, as many people mentioned in the comments of a couple of the sites hosting this article, she definitely lets the condition affect her own dating perception, just as I let my own transsexual status affect mine. There is even a comment from another transsexual on the Marie Claire site that I found particularly interesting.
The hard part with all of it is being secure with our own situations and feeling comfortable enough with potential dateables to let them in on some of our more personal characteristics.
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