I'm actually very, very new., certainly new to being a woman..
As Anais Nin, my newfound kindred spirit said,
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
Up till recently I spent my life as a male seeking the perfect woman, someone who shared my values and view of the world, and I was among the most surprised that the woman I was looking for was me. And now here I am, as a transgender woman, still looking for someone. Even now that I've found myself. Some things never change.
I should also say that I am not so naive..as many of us are in this dating game..to think that I'm just going to bump into the perfect date, lover, romance and live happily ever afterward. I might...and..lol..you might, too.
But really what I am looking for in this internet interlude is good cup of coffee or two (or...OK...maybe a glass of wine) and some good conversation. That's the most we can bet on in life....and after that, who knows.
What that means is that I consider myself a person of substance and I'm hoping to spend an hour or two with another person of substance. That in itself is a rare enough treat. And, most definitely, I am not looking for some poor ravaged male soul who believe that an email and a courteous "hello" back means that he is going to engaged in mad love making very soon...LOL
A cup of coffee and some conversation!!!! That's all that this is about.....at least right now..and the rest is up to fate.
To paraphrase Marilyn Monroe, I'll just say "I don't mind living in a man's world if I can be a woman it?
My life, I believe, is an adventure . I do have moments every now and then when I am terrified.Will I be able to become the woman I wish to be? The woman a lover wishes for and desires? . But perhaps we all do have such moments.
After the extent of the journey I've embarked upon, beyond gender and beyond anything I ever imagined before, to relocate anywhere would be a very small step in comparison.. one even I could manage in my wobbly new (very high) heels.
OK, one more thing. I don't know how I took those photos. They look a lot better than I do in real life it, so don't be fooled by pixels. .pssst.. I've probably improved since the photos...and, as I progress in my journey this next year or so, I will soon have the estrogen of a twenty year old hottie coursing through my veins...
By the way, we don't have to be totally "date" driven here, do we? I've met some potential great friends--without the romantic strings attached
But a kiss and a hug from someone who shares the adventure makes all the difference, don't they. We all need not only to be truly held...but to be totally and truly beheld as who we are....Maybe I'll be lucky to find that. Maybe you will . I've told you where to find me. and get me and take me away from all this...LOL
“Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!”
― John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga
PS: for those guys (or girls) who really have nothing to say...why in the world do you want to "chat"..You're just going to bore me even faster than you might in real life....LOL So, please ,if you have nothing interesting or charming to say....save us both the waste of time, OK?