My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot.
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick set fruit
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles on a halcyon sea.
From A Birthday, one of my favorite poems.
Thank you both.
This brings up something I hadn’t exactly considered before. I’m used to referring to my wife as Mrs. Six, but that was when I was promoting the assumption that I was Mr. Six. I’ve put a link in my sig to this thread, but it might help to avoid confusion if I didn’t have a username that referenced what I thought was an obscure British tv show with a very masculine hero.
[Does a search] Kaitlyn isn’t being used, but using your real life name is a bit boring. Maybe I could adopt the name of a more feminine spy.
[searches again]Agent 99, isn’t taken, nor are Abby Chase or Modesty Blaise, and Modesty fits in well with my comic obsession.
Just as a point of information (keeping in mind that I have not had an orchiectomy): the consistency and character of my semen changed over time on hormone replacement; that change was more marked when antiandrogens were added to the mix. Most notably, the “musky” characteristic that semen normally has has been gone for ages. My semen now more closely resembles vaginal secretions than it does normal male semen. The volume is also much smaller.
This is because your gender matches your physical sex. Mine didn’t, which caused the profound sense of discomfort of gender dysphoria.
No offense taken.
No. It’s more complex than that. None of the conventional sexual labels really fit our situation.
My penis long ago ceased to be the focus of sexual pleasure for either of us, and it never really was for her in ther first place.
My wife already relates to me both emotionally and sexually as a woman. Having SRS wouldn’t change that.
Keep in mind that the results are from a combination of both orchiectomy and hormone therapy. I don’t need to take androgen blockers, and take a lower dose of estrogens than those who keep their testes until SRS.
Emotionally, I felt relieved. Not having testicles made me feel more like a woman.
My sex drive was greatly decresed, but my sexual response was similarly increased.
I can still get erections, but it takes a lot longer, they aren’t as hard, don’t last as long, and more than once in a day is no longer an option, nor would I want it to be. My penis is less sexually sensitive, but by less than I expected. I no longer get involuntary erections as a result of visual stimuli.
On the other hand, my sexual response was greatly increased. Every other part of my body that is capable of sexual stimulation has greatly increased in sensitivity and response, and many that never produced any sexual response at all before do so now. This more than makes up for the loss of penile response, to the point that direct stimlation of the penis is no longer necessary when engaging in sex. I get more physical pleasure out of more parts of my body for a longer time when having sex. I can engage in foreplay just for the pleasure that gives without be frustrated if it doesn’t lead to orgasm.
However.
My orgasms have improved. Male and female orgasms are related, but different experiences. My female orgasms seem to be of a little less intensity, but I often have more than one, and have on a few occasions had a sustained orgasm, which is literally an incredible experience.
And my skin has cleared up completely.
The volume is much less, and cosists of a thin, clear fluid. I sometimes, though rarely, have dry orgasms.
KellyM: Thanks for the information on the terrible state of laws pertaining to what constitutes one’s legal sex. The solution seems obvious to me, but that’s really a topic for Great Debates, so I’ll let it drop.
Now let’s not go overboard. My wife greatly appreciates certain aspects of my externals. And quite skillfully I might add.
But you are certainly right in describing her as awesome.
A plan had been worked out already with my Principal. I was to transition during the summer and come back the next year as Ms. Kaitlyn. Parents whose children were to be in the grade I was to teach would be contacted and asked if they objected to their child being placed into my class, then classes were to be assigned on that basis.
Parents at that school were permitted to request a placement in or out of a certain teacher’s class, and these requests were honored whenever possible. I generally had eight to ten of my twenty students as requested placements. I had a reputation that I had earned through hard work and as an outstanding teacher, the kind you wanted teaching your kids basic reading and math skills. My principal and I thought this would help ease the transition.
Then those idiots at insurance claims and human resources went and screwed up a situation that was already under control.
But here I am, ready to step into the classroom in two days, for the first time in a year, and for the first time ever as a woman. I haven’t been this nervous about teaching a class in ten years.
I envy you.
The only good thing to come out of the debacle with my job was that I got to be a housewife for the past year. When and if we decide to have children, the plan is for me to be a stay at home mommy until the little ones reach school age.
Well, hot damn and hallelujah, Ms. 6! Sounds like you’ve got everything lined up. Happy New Year and send my love to the other missus.
We’re building quite the little trans community on the board, aren’t we? There’s you, Eve, Johanna, KellyM, Jomo Mojo, Sterra, umop ap!sdn … am I forgetting anyone?
Congratulations. I just got my legal sex and legal name changed 1 month ago (cannot have a female name without being female in my country), so guess I understand your hapyness…
Hail and Welcome to you too, Shanara! What a beautiful little community of transpeople we’re starting to gather here. I hope you will register as a member and help us to educate others about it. Fighting ignorance and all that.
Up until recently, that could have been Quebec, until Micheline Montreuil took them to court (among the blisteringly obviously arguments used: “Jean” is a guy’s name if you’re French, a girl’s name if you’re English).
I should say that it wasn’t in the Civil Code in the first place; AFAIK, that’s just the reason they gave for denying Ms. Montreuil’s name change, which she then had to fight. Actually, I believe the main reason the court gave for accepting her suit was that it didn’t, in fct, actually say anywhere that a legal male (which she is, much against her will, which is a whoooooole other story) had to have a man’s name.
Well… guess I’m notjoining as a member, since I lost my credit card, so… until I recover it, probably in three or four months… it’ll be imposible.
I’m living in Spain, and here we can have ehm… neutral names… but once you choose a name, you must stick to it, so, as my choosen name’s not neutral, I had to wait. Anyway, it’s not a problem, anymore
About fighting ignorance… Yeah, I would like to help, and, while I may be not able to join as a member, I’m able to “rejoin” as guess as many times as I need while waiting for my credit card
