You know, I thought it was clothahump I was on the A train the last time I was in NYC. I’ll give him credit for one thing, he sings a kick-ass version of Amazing Grace in between damning everyone around him to hell.
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Not the first time it’s happened. In our position, one cannot afford to be thin-skinned. Metapohorically speaking, that is.
I do believe that may be the first time anybody with a double digit age has ever referred to me as “cool”.
I think Clothahump and his poopy, poopy head makes up all by himself for any amount of lack of penis you care to describe.
Pretty much every time you’ve opened your mouth around here.
That’s because up until last week I was passing myself off as a man, and usually only posted to movie and comic book threads in the cafe society. I started posting here before I began treatment and just kinda kept going, trying not to stand out. Here was a place where I could be “normal”, but by lying to the people here, I was lying to myself a little bit, which wasn’t a healthy way to think.
When it came to personal issues, even the minor stuff you see in MPSIMS or IMHO, I was afraid I would give myself away, so I generally stayed away.
Yeah, stupid, I know, but that’s how you think when you’re trying to hide what you are from everyone.
I’m glad you asked.*
A short-sleeved solid black knee length dress with lace edged v-neck collar, diamond pattern black hose, a yellow sash loosely double wrapped and tied at the waist on the left hip, black mary janes with a one-inch heel, a gold chain with a yin-yang pendant, hoop earrings, and a gold-plated watch with a bracelet on the opposite wrist for balance. I let my hair hang loosely, but kept it swept back onto my back.
*Mrs. Six says my descriptions of my clothes are a lot like those softcore tg porn fantasies I used to read. She’s also told me that I enjoy talking about clothes so much that I could bore an obscene phone caller who asked me what I was wearing into hanging up, because I’d go on about my hair, makeup, and accessories when I was done with the clothes.
But, hey, if you’re going to open the door by asking, who I am I not to provide an answer.
Someone hasn’t been reading carefully. You’re at least six months early.
I hope I’m not being impertinent, but you sound so lovely, could you ever link us a picture?
Before I even read any of Clothahump’s posts, I didn’t like him, because his name comes from a TERRIBLE book (or a I guess a series, really. I only ever read one. It was terrible)
The character named Clothahump in the book is a turtle who is also a wizard. There’s some dumb kid named John Tom who does magic by playing a guitar and singing “Karma Chameleon.” And an anthropomorphic otter whose sex life is described in waaaaay too many details.
As Dave Barry would say, I am not making this up.
I’ve read several threads of yours now and I simply must state that you have to be the most charming person in the world. I bet you are absolutely ravishing in person, with an incredibly smart wit and apparently compassionate to a fault. (I used to want to teach – junior high English, no less. :eek: ) Your obvious adoration, love and dedication to your students is apparent. I wish there were more people like you in the world that were so inspiring.
My hat’s off to you. And I wish you the absolute best. May you kick butts and succeed in everything you do, happily. Which I have no doubt that you will. The support in your corner is extensive and amazing.
Oh, and by extension, can I just say that your wife and your principle have broken the mold on being shining examples of what we all should be and how we should love each other. Great folks all the way around.
Peace to you and yours. Plus a couple of hugs whenever the assholes in the universe get you down. You are superior to them in every way. More hugs.
I prefer to keep a little bit of anonymity–not giving out my last name or exact location–and a picture fits in with that . If you live in my neighborhood or have kids that go to my school, you already know that stuff anyway, and if you don’t it isn’t really something you need to know.
I don’t mind the question, so don’t feel bad, I just want to keep a little to myself on this.
However, if you go over to the Kaitlyn’s first day thread, there’s a post near the end of page 4 that’ll enable you to get a pretty good approximation of what I look like.
Okay; I understand the anonimity. You just describe yourself so well, I am sure you are lovely; I guess I don’t need photo proof. 
Forgive me, you read one book or one book of a series?
Kaitlyn, if you don’t mind, please send me a mail on that subject of privacy in Texas. Your e-mail isn’t listed.
Una
OhmygoodLord.
Clothahump, I was not pitting you for saying WHAT you did. Posted in Great Debates, you might have a good (if controversial, and somewhat inflammatory) debate on your hands.
I was posting you for WHEN you said it. Kaitlyn’s thread about how she faced down starting her first day at a new school–very bravely and with the utmost grace, I might add–is not the place to state “Oh, what you just did and what you’ve gone through really doesn’t matter, because you’re male anyways, too bad”?
Don’t you have any tact? Any sensitivity to others? Any feelings whatsoever?
Sure, that’s your opinion, and mine. But I want to know what prompted him to post. I mean, we have to hit that button “submit reply”, so there’s must have been some thought process involved. Reading the thread, typing the post, hitting reply.
I doubt he’ll explain it, of course, but so far in this thread, he’s been getting a fairly good asswhuppin and got away with a little handwaiving.
And I meant cool in the “cool jazz” sense (Chet Baker, Gerry Mulligan, porkpie hats) rather than the “Hey, my mom just got me a Volvo.” “Cool!” sense. The good kind of cool.
Would you have been as rude to an XY intersex raised as female?
Ah, a fellow clothes-addict! Welcome to the club, chica.
