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Okay, I give up, I know nothing, I admit it, and I'm too e-illiterate to find anything solid on the internet.

Hormone therapy. How does it work, what will it do for me, any information at all from those how KNOW.

Saw my councillor Wednesday, and was badly disappointed. Basically she has the same viewpoint as my father - "God gave you the body you have, so why can't you be happy in it?" Isn't SHE supposed to tell ME? (I can understand my dad saying that - he's a pastor. But hello!!! Counsillor please help, stop degrading me!) And all my mother says is she thinks I'm mentally ill for wanting to "mutilate" my body. So that solves that problem. I won't be talking to them about it for a loooooooooooong time.

Anyway, hormones. How do I get 'em?

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY - CARDIFF, WALES

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Cardiff Queer Mutiny are putting on an event tomorrow in Cardiff, South Wales, for International Women's Day. there'll be riot grrly bands, workshops, vegan food, fair trade tea and coffee, bring yr own booze, videos and lots more kick ass stuff!
All profits go to the Global Women's Strike. It's only £3 for the entire day!

Check out the FLYER

vive la revolution!xox

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x-posted to ftmstudents, glbt_sttlouis, and transgender

( NY Times Article on Bathrooms and Gender Identity, 3/4/05 )

Transitional phase... the pain

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Reflection on Transition...

At what point do you reach in your transition where you bitterly HATE your family??? I think I have just made it. I just looked at sugarstar16's post, and realized that good parents DO exist.

Not mine. My parents shoved me into the Army roughly, to make me a man, as an Airborne Ranger. My best friend was killed in action on this day. (if you care to learn more, go to my LJ- jessynecessity)

RIP: Matt Commons!
KIA: 4 Mar 02, Roberts Ridge, Afghanistan in support of Operation Anaconda.
Miss ya buddy!

This is the absolute WORST day of the year for me. I had aquaintences KIA, but Matt, Justin, and I were closer than stink on shit! We drank down on Riverstreet in Savannah, GA together. We partied together. We fought together. God I miss him! Why did I do this? So I could "man up" for parents who abused me every time I did something feminine. So I could PROVE TO THE WORLD that I wasn't the dirty little pervert everyone told me I was. So I wouldn't be "daddies little faggot boy" anymore (yes my Dad said that).

I fought, sweat, blood, and tears, hiked the hills, took lives, and lost best friends, so i could return to the states, sink into depression, and be thrown away like shit by my family...

I am not asking for sympathy here, so please dont bother... but I do wonder, at what point do you simply bottle up your anger, and turn it into hatred and bitterness? I am there... and I cant forgive my family for all they have done to me.