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Her male self, on the other hand, was extremely depressed, even suicidal sometimes.
In photos, his eyes were so sad looking; he looked like he was going to cry, even when he wore the flashiest custom-fitted suit.
In all her selfies, she shined and struck a pose, her long black hair glimmering in front of the camera lens.
She was down-to-earth, affectionate and showed no ego about her job whatsoever.
And as someone who survived an abusive relationship prior, it was a relief to find someone who loved my poetry and who encouraged me in my writing—that, and it didn’t hurt that she had great taste in clothes and art. Sadly, though, just a few days after confessing that she was in love with me, the depression and the need to hide got the better of her, and our communication abruptly stopped. But I respect her space, and know that she needs to find herself, find her home. I can only hope that women like Vanessa will no longer be afraid, that they find that support group of family and friends that they need so badly.
But our connection was more than just the superficial, fun things—we had a deep connection, finished each other’s sentences and quickly understood each other without fighting. The Caitlyn Jenners of this world are paving the way for transmen and transwomen to free themselves, but the journey has barely begun. What can we do as an entire community to make sure that they can grow up to be healthy and live happy lives?
In short, a person feeling like he/she was born in the wrong body is not something merely psychological or imagined—it is true, and it is very real, even in a physical sense.
The media, especially with social networking, is the best way to spread the word.
When you first see me, you will notice a quintessential “cisgender” woman. I grew up in a Christian household—Baptist, to be exact—and attended Christian schools for a good part of my life.He was tall, had very typical masculine physical features, and a deep, commanding voice—the image of a pure alpha male.But I would soon find out that “he” was a “she.” I was introduced to “Vanessa.” Vanessa had a great smile, was confident, loved wearing dresses, loved taking care of children, and wanted so badly to have a pedicure with me.I sometimes wear pink, have a soft voice, have purchased the book a few times and have more Chanel lipsticks than I can count. I identify as straight, having dated men all my life, including men in the military.Just a few months ago, I was at a time in my life when I wasn’t seeking a relationship, until a young, handsome, brilliant medical doctor came into my life.