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trans2005-08-10 11:23 am
arsenicxcyanide.livejournal.com) wrote in trans2005-08-10 11:23 am
*waves* Proper introduction, mayhap?
Well, instead of just lurking in the community like I have been since my joining it, I imagine it's time I introduce myself...
My name's Liesse, though this year I'm finally starting to truly acknowledge the fact that I'm transgender, and as such, feel free to also call me Justin. It's completely one's own preference.
A little background information: When my mother was pregnant with me, she was told she was going to have two perfectly healthy baby boys. She picked out two names: Caleb and Justin.
Weeks later, I was born. Under the star sign of Gemini, no less. However, my twin was dead. Undernourished, due to my mother unknowingly being host to a tapeworm as well as a set of twins. And it was discovered that I was, in fact, not a boy, but a girl. She changed my name to Annaliesse almost immediately.
Fast forward to when I was in elementary school. Little kids playing make-believe games of house and such. I was always cast as one of the brothers. When not automatically cast as such, I volunteered to be a boy. I actually had a deeper voice than most of the girls my age. I myself didn't view myself as male or female at the time.
Until I was six, my parents used to bathe me and my older brother Andrew in the same tub. Together. I remember once, when I was about five.. I saw my brother's penis, and I wondered why it was that I myself didn't have one. Why there was a piece of me missing. What was the reason for this. Who's fault was it that I wasn't born the way he was.
When I was seven, a boy pulled down his shorts and showed himself off to about half of our second-grade class. Almost all of the girls instinctively looked away. I didn't. Yet again, the same wondering occured. Here was another one of those things... where was mine?
Fast forward to now: I'm 17. Am not attracted sexually to men at all. Have came out to my father and several of my friends as a lesbian and possibly transgender. My father tends to block out that last bit. I doubt he can actually accept it.
Most of my friends are comfortable with the idea that, years from now, I may not be exactly the same person physically. After all, for years, I've been using an alter-ego of sorts online and elsewhere... named Justin. In my dead twin's memory. And, on occasion, we all take turns poking below my belly button, whispering, "Grow, damn you,"... an inside joke of sorts. Something I do every now and then when bored.
So I'm basically here to gather information on the FTM process, and gather support.
My name's Liesse, though this year I'm finally starting to truly acknowledge the fact that I'm transgender, and as such, feel free to also call me Justin. It's completely one's own preference.
A little background information: When my mother was pregnant with me, she was told she was going to have two perfectly healthy baby boys. She picked out two names: Caleb and Justin.
Weeks later, I was born. Under the star sign of Gemini, no less. However, my twin was dead. Undernourished, due to my mother unknowingly being host to a tapeworm as well as a set of twins. And it was discovered that I was, in fact, not a boy, but a girl. She changed my name to Annaliesse almost immediately.
Fast forward to when I was in elementary school. Little kids playing make-believe games of house and such. I was always cast as one of the brothers. When not automatically cast as such, I volunteered to be a boy. I actually had a deeper voice than most of the girls my age. I myself didn't view myself as male or female at the time.
Until I was six, my parents used to bathe me and my older brother Andrew in the same tub. Together. I remember once, when I was about five.. I saw my brother's penis, and I wondered why it was that I myself didn't have one. Why there was a piece of me missing. What was the reason for this. Who's fault was it that I wasn't born the way he was.
When I was seven, a boy pulled down his shorts and showed himself off to about half of our second-grade class. Almost all of the girls instinctively looked away. I didn't. Yet again, the same wondering occured. Here was another one of those things... where was mine?
Fast forward to now: I'm 17. Am not attracted sexually to men at all. Have came out to my father and several of my friends as a lesbian and possibly transgender. My father tends to block out that last bit. I doubt he can actually accept it.
Most of my friends are comfortable with the idea that, years from now, I may not be exactly the same person physically. After all, for years, I've been using an alter-ego of sorts online and elsewhere... named Justin. In my dead twin's memory. And, on occasion, we all take turns poking below my belly button, whispering, "Grow, damn you,"... an inside joke of sorts. Something I do every now and then when bored.
So I'm basically here to gather information on the FTM process, and gather support.