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Hi everyone,

(For anyone who doesn’t know me, I’m an almost 17 year old out lesbian high school student from Sydney, Australia.)Well, this year I’m in my final year of school in Australia and I’m doing my Higher School Certificate (that’s, um, like the equivalent of the final college exams for you Americans and Brits) and one of my courses is 2 Unit Drama. For this I have to present a 6 – 8 minute Individual Performance and I wish to write a piece based on the life of a pre-op transgendered person (at the moment I’m thinking FtM but that may change) to try and challenge myself and raise awareness and acceptance. For this reason I’m asking anyone who is willing to talk to me about their experiences as a transgendered person (FtM, MtF, post-op, pre-op – it doesn’t matter, any help would be invaluable to me) to help me compose my piece. You can email me at silver_qwerty@hotmail.com. Also, any transgendered people in the Sydney, Australia region who are willing to meet up with me, especially FtM, would be absolutely fantastic. Thanks so much guys.

Love Liv xxx

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The Ballad of Seth Glover - Chapter One

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Someday, I'm going to write my memoirs and publish them in book form.

Today is not that day.

I used to keep online journals, blogs, on a regular basis. I used to think a really good idea to keeping track of dream I had. I used to have such vivid dreams, and it seemed that night after night they told a story. I still hve those dreams, but now I think it's all so trivial. No one cares about kittens and yachts and the color of leaves in caves made of crystal.

I want to write about something important. Something that means something. I want to write something that opens eyes. I want to write something that makes others feel like they are not alone. I want to write something empathic, touching, liberal, tolerant, world-changing, and above all things ... real.

And then it hit me.
I'm going to write about my life.

I look back on it, and it's not your typical life story. My teenage years were not filled with the stereotypes of high school life - of cheerleaders daydreaming about quarterbacks, goth kids silently protesting pep rallies, geeks playing Magic in the gym before class ...
I realize that at the time, when you're living it, it may seem like life - the biggest thing that could ever happen to you - ballgames, weed, prom, detention, band camp, art class - but honestly? In the larger spectrum of things ... it's all so very trivial.

But I knew all this when I was in high school. I knew that then and I know it now. It's probably why I didn't quite fit in, why I exceeded at so many things and was so determined about my future beyond education.
Experiences really do carry a heavy weight on your personality. Nature versus Nurture and all. I tend to lean towards Nature on somethings, but NURTURE on much more.

My parents.
My parents had always been supportive of me. When it came to playing the piano, writing, religion, school, orientation - all the major decisions in my life - they were there to support me. It was my life. I was allowed to live it how I wanted.
That's important - the support of your family. My parents gave me room to grow, learn, play, and experiment. They allowed me to become my own person, taught me that it was so much easier to be who I am than to live as something I'm not, taught me manners and tolerance, taught me to treat others how I expected to be treated, taught me that Karma is a bitch. They taught me how to fish, how to ride a bike, how fighting my big brother would never bring the cookie back. They taught me the value of negotiation and compromise, taught me how to love my neighbor and my enemy.
They guided me to the path that was Me.

My parents died when I was fifteen. Killed my a drunk driver.
My father was that drunk driver.
The tragedy changed my life, but I lived through it. I'm still here and I'm still me.
After they passed, I was sent to live with my mother's mother, Mamaw Cole. She hated me, my decisions, my life. She hated ME. And not just because I was Wiccan and she was very strongly a Baptist.
Not because I was bi-curious and she was very strongly opposed.

But everything to do with the fact that I was a boy.

Don't get me wrong; she loved my brother ... just not me ... because I was a boy.
She had no granddaughter. At least ... not anymore.

She'd enjoyed having a granddaughter for twelve years. When I was twelve I made a life-changing decision. Because until I was twelve ...

My name was Stephanie Marie Glover.

injection #2

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Yeah buddy, injection #2. I did my second injection of testosterone today. It doesn't hurt at all and I feel important doing it myself. It's awesome. Unfortunately I haven't pulled the confidence together to tell my mom yet. My brother and sister seem pretty cool about it. Definitely a good thing, I'd like them to be in the vicinity when I tell my mom. It might help soften the blow. Therapist is suggesting I write her a note and stand there while she reads it. That's what I was thinking anyway, I'm bad at verbally expressing myself.
Any suggestions on the best way to tell a parent that you started testosterone without their knowledge or approval? I don't really want to be kicked out of the house...

The Ballad of Seth Glover - Chapter Two

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Questions and comments I've received in my later years.

"You look so feminine." I know. Funny, isn't it?
"If you're a boy, then where's your Adam's Apple?" It's there, just not prominent.
"Do you even have a penis?" Why, yes I do. And functional, too!
"Promise me you're really a boy?" I promise. "And you've always been a boy?" Always.

Some of you might be thinking "what a liar. You haven't always been a boy. You said you were a girl for 12 years."
Ah, there you are incorrect. I lived as a girl for twelve years.
"Okay ... now I'm confused ..."
I was born a boy.
"Still confused ..."

Two words: Testicular feminization.

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I Know It's Only Been Two Days, Since I Put the Patch On

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But, I was sitting in the car and I had what could be described as a soft wave of feeling.
I wasn't sad, but I REALLY wanted a hug (this was a lot more intense then what Spiro was doing to me).
Anyone else ever have something like this just sneak up on them after such a short time?