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Hey y’all. Yep, I live in Texas.
I started out on HRT way back in 1991, which wasn’t much long after a permanent hip injury took me out of the San Francisco Guardian Angels where I was squad leader. In case you were just wondering what in the heck I was doing there, it’s a long story, but I’ll try to make it short. I was living up in the California mountains cleaning up some acreage that someone grew something on that he shouldn’t had. The law said it had to be cleaned up, and he hired me to do it. Well, just about the time I got it all cleaned up, the dysphoria hit so hard that I got physically sick. Mind you, I knew I should have been a girl since the age of 3. As most of you should know, fighting that dysphoria can only make it worse. That’s when I went to San Francisco.
Nobody would rent me a room. The banks would not let me open an account. I guess I didn’t look right, smell right, or something. I mean, I did just come off the mountains where the bears and the cougars hunt. So, I joined the Guardian Angels. With all the fights I was in because “I was such a sissy”, I had he fighting skills, and made squad leader in just 2 months. A hip injury ended that for good. I can’t ever run again. But, I gained respect from store owners, shop keepers, etc.
I had my orchiectomy on 12/23/1994 and shortly thereafter had my gender and name legally changed on every single document that ever existed with my name on it.
I found my birth mother, and found that not only does she accept me, but so do the brother and sister I never knew I had. Now, that is far better than the adoptive family that raised me with so much abuse and neglect that the state had to put me in foster care.
Yes, life is full of drama. Without it, you would just be dreaming.
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