Well golly wonder how I got through all those years of college and am STILL a female! (kinda sorta see above)
I have always pictured Eve as a small blond in a flannel shirt and jeans… don’t ask me why:confused:
Well no one ever expects the way I look either…
Um, this is going to be a bit of a hijack so I’ll apologize now.
But Eve I went to the SDMB people pages and um…YUM!
You’re rather adorable. G
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Krisfer, you couldn’t be further from the truth. Eve HATES blue jeans (and the hippie look in general) and is usually the first to chime in when we get into a serious fashion thread. She’s always stylin’.
BTW, Eve, if you ever feel physically depressed, invite me around.
Well my sis does say that reality and I are NOT on speaking terms.
Anyhow I just can’t imagine posting such mean stuff…
And besides Eve likes cemteries… my favorite places to photograph:cool:
I haven’t told mine yet, although an experience I had yesterday, which may turn into a MPSIMS post, may have brought it home to them suddenly.
My parents are of the “stick your head in the sand” variety. They’d rather not know, and if it’s rubbed in their face, tend to react badly.
I figure it will become obvious soon enough… and then they can choose to ignore it, or not, as they see fit. Fortunately I’ll be living in another state by then.
Judging from photos, Eve is a tall, slim brunette who dresses like Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly.
Krisfer said,
Huh? Who said mean stuff? I thought we were being decidedly UN-mean. Did I doze off???
Judging from daguerreotypes, maybe . . . As I say, I look just like Audrey Hepburn, if Audrey Hepburn had been a fat, middle-aged Jew . . .
[Snort!]
Am I the only one who didn’t know that Eve was Jewish?
Eh, ain’t nothing wrong with being zaftig. Look at Anna Russell or Beverly “Bubbles” Sills in their primes, both women with some meat on their bones and very attractive.
She may be Jewish by heritage, but she’s a loud ‘n’ proud athiest around here!
KellyM, I’m confused…I thought you just had a baby. I mean PHYSICALLY just had a baby. Your posts here tell me I’m mistaken. Was it your partner?
I am the one that gave birth to Loren. Kelly planted her and was there helping me in the delivery room. I wish I could return the favor, but medical science has not quite gotten that far yet.
Aaaahhhhh. Therein lies my confusion. How’s the little tyke doin’? And, Lee…does your family know the “intricacies” of your relationship? If so, how are they with it?
As an aside, I also am another Eve fan. I love your writing.
I also have a question for transgendered individuals: is the urge to make the change due more to fitting into society as the gender you know you are?
Ugh. That’s confusing. OK. If you were living all by yourself in the middle of nowhere would you still feel the urge to make the change?
That’s kind of hard to answer, as if I were living all by myself in the middle of nowhere my first urge would be to book a ticket the hell back into civilization.
Loren is doing quite well. She is cutting her fifth tooth already, She has quite a few phrases she says now, Mama, Dada, hi!, hello, Oh, Dear, Thank you, Oh, boy! and I kick Dada! as well as Yeah! and no!
When I was pregnant fairly early on, The three of us traveled to my parents and I came out to them. They knew my husband was sterile, so they knew something was not quite traditional. Also, I could just picture my mother trying to tell Kelly to keep her nose out of Loren’s care as she is not her parent. That had to be prevented. So we trekked over there and I told my mother that I am bi, I was in love with Kelly, who was transsexual, and that Kelly got me pregnant, and Vernon was quite happy, and would quit his job to stay home with Loren. That was not easy, especially as I had morning sickness.
My parents are ok with it. They accept Kelly and treat her well. Their big thing was that hubby not be pushed out. It really helps that she gave them a grandchild, better yet a granddaughter, as they were short of those. I never have to worry about them dropping off one of my grandmothers as a surprise houseguest again. Neither of my grandmothers know and my parents would like to keep it that way.
Whoa. You guys are sure tough. I’m glad it’s working out for all of you. (When do we get to see a picture of the li’l sprout?)
I would think the “friends” thing would be the hardest part for a transsexual. Did you find out anyone’s true colors? Have you run into people from your past who didn’t know you were transitioned? Do you tell them who you “used” to be?
ouisey, see my post on the preceding page (“I would be gender dysphoric in the absence of all culture context.”). It might change my mind on surgery (an issue that I am still having endless internal debate over), but it would not in any way affect my decision to get hormones.
Kalhoun, I didn’t make friends easily or well before I transitioned. By and large, I’ve had few problems. Most of my pre-transition friends were geekoids anyway and rather oblivious to such matters.
Last summer, at a friend’s pool party, one of the other guests happened to be someone I had gone to school with, although I did not remember him (he was three years ahead of me so we barely overlapped, but the CS department at Purdue wasn’t that big of a place and it wasn’t unheard of for seniors and freshmen to have contact). It turned out that we had a mutual acquaintance. That’s as close as I’ve come – in real life, at least – to running into an old friend who didn’t know I’ve transitioned, and, no, I didn’t tell him.
I have tracked down some of my old pretransition friends online and come out to them. The reaction has generally been “ah, so that’s what happened to you. We’d wondered where you went.”
As for the rest of my pretransition friends, well, a lot of them weren’t my friends but really my ex’s friends. The rest were not-very-close friends from law school with whom I lost touch when I dropped out.
Finally, some pictures of loren can be found at http://www.pyrzqxgl.org/loren.