The next 50 years

As I proceed through transition I am addressing the question of sexuality. Now if you'd known me all my life at a bit of a distance you'd immediately say I was going to be a gay man. Truth. I have a lot in common with gay men. Including sex with men and a history thereof. But I find women more visually attractive.  When I fantasize, I'm a man with a woman. Not a man with a man (although gay porn is hawt) and not as the woman in the scene.  However, and this sorrows me, the porn fantasies that work on me are viciously misogynistic.  So to homophobia. I was raised with it. To the degree that the kids and parents would fight about it at the table. Homophobia so bad even their children could see it was unreasonable. My father would state, upon the subject being broached, that "as far as [he] was concerned, all fags should be lined up against the wall and shot!"  His stance weakened over the years as he got better educated about who those "fags" were. IE, m...

it's begun. On facebook in some places nobody sees me as anything but a man. So they're responding to me as a man. Some are harsher with me, they are angry at men. Most, sadly, are nicer and more complimentary. They are willing to say I'm thoughtful or smart. Thank god for the change. It's what I"m chasing. It's a terrible statement on society but it's a truth. Tomorrow morning bright and early I go get my tits removed.  I still can't believe my good fortune to actually get them removed.  I didnt' mind them when I was a hot young thing, they were hot little titties. But now? gross pendular blobs full of painful lumps that swing around quite indecently. They intrude on things I'm doing. They get sensitive and rub painfully against my clothes. They're always hot and sweaty. They fall out the neck of my shirt when I sleep! I can't wear tanks or muscle shirts because they slop out the sides.  Well the nasty ugly things are going bye bye! h...

I understand the petty criminal. Let me try and illustrate how it looks to the petty thieves and muggers of the world. Picture a tribe of cave people in a cave sitting around at the end of the day. Family areas with their own little cook fires dot the floor. In one corner, we see a disabled person.  Wearing tattered handmedowns and gnawing on last night's leftovers. No fire. No fresh food. All around are families laughing and smiling in the firelight, waving hunks of fresh meat around, passing bowls of hot soup and commenting at other families across the housing barriers.  They're in a great mood.  it was a good hunt and the hunters all got a bit. But not the disabled guy in the corner, he can't run far enough.  It's only mild CP or whatever, but just enough he doesn't earn a share of the resources.  Now one day this guy, he's just too hungry to care how hard they'll beat him, he's had no leftovers for days, and makes a play for a plate of unattended foo...