The way I look at life, the universe and everything may well differ from many others, I don’t know, but I am supposedly sane, and a functioning person. I always knew that my physical husk and my spirit were not necessarily following the same path. But society’s pressure led me to deny the path of my spirit and follow that of my husk. The result was a broken spirit and a damaged husk.
I dropped out if that society and took the time to gather evidence of what my life course should be. I clothed my husk to suit my spirit and I felt miraculously healed. I was not an effeminate man, I was a strong, physical woman. I have lived as that woman for 32 years now and I will leave this life as that woman. My husk has been altered by hormones but not by surgery. My name is feminine, and has been legally changed, but my legal gender has not. Do I care about that? No. I view that as a mis-spelling, a clerical error. I know I am a woman. I don’t need a civil servant to tell me. All I have to do is walk around where I live. I put down my roots here nearly 14 years ago. People here only know me as Jenni, the batty old artist. She’s liked and trusted as far as I can tell. She will do for me.
Sorry if I have been rambling, and sorry if it doesn’t answer your question. You have asked a very good question
Love, Jenni xxx