"…and this, my secret; of an ordinary life, a life as others, but like no other. A women hidden in confusion…a forlorn odyssey, a lifetime only once revealed?
Many folks discuss the legitimacies of being a Transgender. Some condemn, some rejoice, and still, others debate medical efficacies. Is a Transgender born as something else, something other than their genitals define?
If one identifies as a Transgender, do they suffer genetic or biological incongruity. Is their distinction the result of dysfunctional parenting, or simply, were they born with the wrong body, or mind.
The righteous never dispute that each person is created in the image of the God, by God. … they profess, we are a man, or we are a woman, as we were at birth. Certainly, never shall we change what birth has given us. Ironically, they continue, God has given each of us a free will to choose. Really! I exclaim. Is a wrong body a choice or the will of God?
Perhaps having read the idiosyncrasies of my lifetime, my family culture and career, you will accept that our being is defined by something other than our birth. That each one of us is a preordained being. Regardless of our genitalia at birth.
As pieces of my youth passed, I often experienced a sudden flutter of butterflies coursing through my body, trembles that painted my heart and soul. Was it an innate desire? From where did this uninvited exhilaration originate? What was the cause? Then, as my youthful intrigue passed, I recognized the correlation, the mystery of each sudden exuberance. Womanhood was hidden within me… sensual excitement was screaming for escape.
Who was I? What kind of person was hidden behind the manhood I portrayed? I’ll never know. Except, the person I know today is much better. She is happier and kinder.
My male costume and male persona weren’t instinctive. Distinct thoughts, though mindful and determinate, were never the same as my male counterparts or influences. Regardless of this gender mishap, I never betrayed my birth gender. I remained a woman hidden in a man’s body. I played a male perfectly and never did I release the woman chained deep within my soul, … her desires and emotion were imprisoned. I surmised, forever.
I was born on a roadway given free will to choose my destination. I chose the truest direction to my chained soul, to my truest self.
At age 72 years old, I unchained my soul and a woman escaped; a benign being, happiness surrounded her.
My heart is no longer alone; a woman lives."
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