04-07-2014, 08:58 AM
I met a girl today.
I want to tell you about it.
Some of you know that I am now posting and making friends on three other boards related to TG issues besides BN. Just like here, it constantly breaks my heart reading the stories, and trials of the multitudes of girls all over hell and gone who are suffering because they are TG or have a GID or are CD or TS or whatever other alphabet soup you want to pour into this unholy stew of trouble none of us asked for in this life.
As always, I email them and I talk to them and I let them know they are not alone and that they are beautiful and special and it isn't their fault and that it will be ok. So many people have done the same for me it is the least I can do.
On one of these boards I made the acquaintance of a girl that lives in Detroit. I say lives but exists might be a better word. Originally from some nowhere place in the South, she is twenty some years old and about my height (six three) and she is TS. She has been on hormones for about two years. She was homeless and totally alone sleeping in a forest near a college for almost a year of that time. She came from a broken home with an abusive homophobic father and escaped and made her way North where the wheels came off completely.
She has nothing.
Recently she found refuge living with an aged hippy with a medical marijuana card, and now sleeps on his couch. She has not had her blood work done in months and needed to get to a site to have it done so she could renew her Medicare scrip for Estrogen and Spiro. I volunteered to drive her as she had been failing for several weeks to find a ride the few miles to the place where this could be done.
I drove into a bad neighborhood, and picked her up at a ramshackle house with a broken down rusty Ford Bronco sitting in the front yard where it apparently died some years past amidst the tall grass and beer cans and other discarded relics of a better time. She came bouncing out of the front door, grinning, tossing her hair, and moving in a totally feminine manner and holding her head high despite the worn and somewhat tattered jeans. Her nail polish was old and chipped. Her clothing in general had seen better days. We drove and talked about her troubles, and about music and anime and how she one day wanted to see London. We discussed hormones and mood swings and she talked to me about boyfriends. When I dropped her back at the house later she happily and gratefully thanked me for the ride, and I drove away my heart simply breaking. In the midst of a life of astonishing deprivation and want, she was proud to be transgendered, and giddy that getting her blood work done would finally allow her to refill her scrips.
A while back we had some disagreements on this board over the direction and nature the forum should take. I was hurt by comments made by some members, and opted to simply withdraw from the board rather than remain and possibly be the cause of further dissension. To be honest, I am getting stretched. I'm now corresponding with girls on four continents, all of whom need a little kindness and someone to tell them they are not alone. I want to be there for them all. But it is tough to do. My life has a few problems that need my attention, too. I was looking for a way to cut back anyway.
But in light of the fact that I have been urged to reconsider by many very adamant and persuasive friends here (you know who you are) I have changed my mind (its a woman's prerogative, right?).
I don't want to reopen any cans of worms, so let me just say this...there are much bigger problems people face out there than who writes what on a forum like this. People are out there and some of them are suffering and looking for answers and support. Not too long ago I was one of them. Chances are you were, too. And more arrive here everyday.
Let's not fight anymore, OK? Its a family here, isn't it?
So, anyway, yeah, sorry but I guess I am back. No, Missed Miss you can't have my room. And get your feet off the sofa, rascal. Grandma's back.
I missed this place anyway.
I missed all of you.
I want to tell you about it.
Some of you know that I am now posting and making friends on three other boards related to TG issues besides BN. Just like here, it constantly breaks my heart reading the stories, and trials of the multitudes of girls all over hell and gone who are suffering because they are TG or have a GID or are CD or TS or whatever other alphabet soup you want to pour into this unholy stew of trouble none of us asked for in this life.
As always, I email them and I talk to them and I let them know they are not alone and that they are beautiful and special and it isn't their fault and that it will be ok. So many people have done the same for me it is the least I can do.
On one of these boards I made the acquaintance of a girl that lives in Detroit. I say lives but exists might be a better word. Originally from some nowhere place in the South, she is twenty some years old and about my height (six three) and she is TS. She has been on hormones for about two years. She was homeless and totally alone sleeping in a forest near a college for almost a year of that time. She came from a broken home with an abusive homophobic father and escaped and made her way North where the wheels came off completely.
She has nothing.
Recently she found refuge living with an aged hippy with a medical marijuana card, and now sleeps on his couch. She has not had her blood work done in months and needed to get to a site to have it done so she could renew her Medicare scrip for Estrogen and Spiro. I volunteered to drive her as she had been failing for several weeks to find a ride the few miles to the place where this could be done.
I drove into a bad neighborhood, and picked her up at a ramshackle house with a broken down rusty Ford Bronco sitting in the front yard where it apparently died some years past amidst the tall grass and beer cans and other discarded relics of a better time. She came bouncing out of the front door, grinning, tossing her hair, and moving in a totally feminine manner and holding her head high despite the worn and somewhat tattered jeans. Her nail polish was old and chipped. Her clothing in general had seen better days. We drove and talked about her troubles, and about music and anime and how she one day wanted to see London. We discussed hormones and mood swings and she talked to me about boyfriends. When I dropped her back at the house later she happily and gratefully thanked me for the ride, and I drove away my heart simply breaking. In the midst of a life of astonishing deprivation and want, she was proud to be transgendered, and giddy that getting her blood work done would finally allow her to refill her scrips.
A while back we had some disagreements on this board over the direction and nature the forum should take. I was hurt by comments made by some members, and opted to simply withdraw from the board rather than remain and possibly be the cause of further dissension. To be honest, I am getting stretched. I'm now corresponding with girls on four continents, all of whom need a little kindness and someone to tell them they are not alone. I want to be there for them all. But it is tough to do. My life has a few problems that need my attention, too. I was looking for a way to cut back anyway.
But in light of the fact that I have been urged to reconsider by many very adamant and persuasive friends here (you know who you are) I have changed my mind (its a woman's prerogative, right?).
I don't want to reopen any cans of worms, so let me just say this...there are much bigger problems people face out there than who writes what on a forum like this. People are out there and some of them are suffering and looking for answers and support. Not too long ago I was one of them. Chances are you were, too. And more arrive here everyday.
Let's not fight anymore, OK? Its a family here, isn't it?
So, anyway, yeah, sorry but I guess I am back. No, Missed Miss you can't have my room. And get your feet off the sofa, rascal. Grandma's back.
I missed this place anyway.
I missed all of you.
