You start down the path beset by shame, guilt and maybe even a little anger and resentment. You’re fighting various demons and figuring out not just the gender stuff but teasing it apart from sexual orientation issues. Then the cloud starts to lift a bit. You get introduced to this vision of what life can…… Continue reading Why a Little is at least Sometimes not enough
Tag: Changes
Torn Apart
Years together sped by too fast cannot make these moments last. The love we feel cannot overtake the fateful steps, we must make The endless ribbon winds us round And binds us gently to the ground No matter that we wish to soar We must break free to fly And so the bonds are burst…… Continue reading Torn Apart
Fantasy meet reality
In my prior post I talked about how I spent the year before I came out obsessing over transitioning. There was really no question what my heart wanted, but things are rarely so simple. Life in middle age is complex, I had a spouse, a dependent child in college, a job where I wasn’t sure…… Continue reading Fantasy meet reality
Buying Appropriate Clothing
There’s an epidemic among many members of the trans community. Among transwomen of a certain age, there’s this pineing for that which we missed: youth, svelteness, and the things that go with that. Some of us try to recapture that with clothing that is a little (or a lot) inappropriate for our age. It’s often…… Continue reading Buying Appropriate Clothing
Autumn
Daylight comes in smaller pieces Frosty mornings harvest time Apple cider from the presses Autumn time Again Around a sunny orchard screams Tiny children running round Gather apples while ye may Summer’s winding down Hayrides Gray clouds gather, wet the weather Musty smells of earth and leaf Brilliant flowers of the maples Make us bowers…… Continue reading Autumn
Moving On
Boxes and boxes Row by Row Stack by Stack Life isn’t Lift, arrange, piece and plunder Tearing all the world asunder Chaos reigns Wheels and gears Move and strain Haul the load Destination Feathers drifting into place Tessellated each one’s face Arranged Quiet solitude at last found Here above cold trodden ground Life continues unabated…… Continue reading Moving On
And so it began
My new life started from the raw ashes of the old. Others have described depression as swimming in grey goo, and that’s a pretty apt description. For me depression was like superglue, I’d sit down and not be able to move from that spot, my arms would be locked in place and I’d stare at…… Continue reading And so it began
My Gifted Life 