Coming to a Decision

[shelleybear.livejournal.com]

This is going to be a cross-post.
For the past years, I have been doing most of my posts on transitioning and being transgendered specifically on transgender. I've been rethinking this.
A lot.
Today, I woke up feeling absolutely wonderful.
My body felt alive in so many ways I have never experienced. My skin felt lovely.
I could easily have stayed in bed for the duration and just rubbed myself enjoying being me.
There wasn't much that was sexual about it.
I mean, okay, the boobs are pretty much unavoidable (for which I am thankful), but it was more a case of the sum total.
Someone warned me a year ago that it was a slippery slope. That there was no going back.
Well, frankly, if you are trans, there is no going back (at least not to exactly what you were before). Why go back to being a misfit. Why go back to being in emotional and psychological pain? Why go back to a life-long depression?
Nope, if you are trans, there is no going back. And, if you have been led to believe that it is evil and wrong, even freakish to feel good. Well I wish I could wave a wand over you and remove that particular illusion from you eyes.
Whether your are trans or not. You should understand that everyone has the right to be happy as long as they hurt no one who doesn't agree to being hurt (with a nod and a hug to my lj friends who are into such things).
And, if like Agnes Gooch, you stagger home the morning after, totally bedraggled you can still shake your fist at the sky and say:
"I lived!"


Shelley