Someone asked me recently what it felt like... to be so dysphoric. She asked me about all the standard qeustions. You know... the sorts of things that can take up a whole book. I wrote the following... thing. I called it:
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I wanted to be a girl
I wanted to be a girl. It was a nevere ending trainwreck of
self-depricative thought. It consumed every moment of every day. From my
earliest recollections, it was thus.
I wanted to be a girl. Image, love, mysterious, advertising, beautiful. female, mother, girl, daughter.
I wanted to be a girl. Growing, hating, despicable, learning, self-image, destruction, despair, nightmares.
I wanted to be a girl. Clothing, hair, toys, games, boys, sewing, not me.
I wanted to be a girl. Feminine, atrractive, desire, love, soft, loving.
I wanted to be a girl. Her, girlfriend, confidant, bright, wife, betrayal.
I wanted to be a girl. Son, offspring, family, love, betrayed.
I wanted to be a girl. Drumming, thrumming, beating, throbbing. Every thought. Every moment. Every day.
I wanted to be a girl. Spoiled, damnation, rejection, hate, spite, excommunication, disowned, abandoned.
I wanted to be a girl. Enlightenment, practice, living, trying, homage, emulation, copy.
I wanted to be a girl. Employment, low pay, debt, clothes, men, disgusting, discrimination.
I wanted to be a girl. Acceptance, space, free, surgery, friends, salary, food.
I am a girl. Bills, real, cooking, TV, husband, children, clubs, social, smiles, dreams, life.
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Hopefully, it captures a range of emotions, time, and all the other detritus we deal with.
Cindi
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012
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I enjoyed your......"thing". What you have been through, I can never imagine... I offer my hand of friendship. I've read your book. I even grew up with you. I met you in second grade.
I enjoyed your......"thing". What you have been through, I can never imagine... I offer my hand of friendship. I've read your book. I even grew up with you. I met you in second grade.
I remember you too! I'm glad that I finally been able to make contact. Thank you. Yes. I'd very much like to catch up. I'll be checking this blog a little more frequently. I don't spend too much time on it, as you've noticed. I have a gmail account which is a little more direct, if you like. cind dot jones dot author
I won't leave the email part of this message up long.
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