Hey there, he certainly does.
I’ve already explained this previously so I’ll direct you to the two posts in which I have done so here and here.
Also, there’s a fair bit of information available in my tag tabs on the right hand side of this page.
Tag: ftm
Married to a Trans Man
I’m a 30 something year old woman who is married to the man of my dreams. Together we have a 9 year…
This is my Wife’s blog – it’s a work in progress so please bear with her. We all don’t have much time.
Click the image to go to my ask box.
When your wife has set up the blog do tell truscumgirlfriend about it. Thank you.
I surely will. Thanks for the heads up.
Edit:
I attempted to find her to no avail; is the username correct?
Long time no write.
I’ve had two days off in a row (half way through the second one as I type) and it’s been fairly hectic. I haven’t felt as though the opportunity to rest has presented itself.
Christmas is becoming alarmingly imminent, and with my days filled with excruciating 4am (4:30am at best) starts – I’d almost forgotten about Christmas entirely. It’s been Work, Home, Eat, Kid, Sleep, Repeat.
Christmas is the absolute most magical time of year to have Children around. K is really amping up and it’s lovely to witness. I feel jealous of that “free” feeling when (in Australia, anyway) the school year is winding to a halt and the last few days of school are filled with scorching hot days, class parties and icy-poles.
I shouldn’t tout; I get three days off over Christmas (because I put in for them). Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. We are traveling to and from another State to be with my Parents on Eve and Boxing Day – a lot of travel for a very short visit.
I’ve always had at least a week off over the Christmas period; often up to three weeks at a time. It doesn’t help that my Wife gets three whole weeks off with our Son before she has to go back to work in the New Year, and he back to school some weeks later.
I am greatful that this job has allowed me to indulge my family and friends with nicer gifts than I otherwise would have been able to aquire this Holiday season. It’s relieving not having to “rob Peter to pay Paul” as my Father would say – to put off paying bills or debts or this and that in order to create the Christmas we feel our Son deserves.
We are by no means where we want to be, financially speaking. But if I keep this up for a half dozen months I can get a loan for a house on my wage alone. Let alone combined with my Wife’s income.
And – get this – the mortage repayments per week will be less than we were paying for a week’s rent when living in the city.
I’ll have it paid off in under ten years.
Hey dude, awesome page. I will be following as I plan to be a dad some day and it’s nice to see someone going through that process as a trans man before me! I just got one of the new tsw stp packers and like it better than my peecock (which felt cheap and broke)… Check out my page if ya like :)
Hey, thanks for the kind words – glad this blog is useful to some.
I also appreciate the recommendation regarding the TSW STP; but I’m not currently in the market for a new STP.
I’ve had my current Generation 1 Peecock for approximately 4 years, using it every single day and it’s only recently begun to wear away and begin to break – not really even break just more wear away from friction. Four years of continual use has far exceeded the lifespan I thought the product would originally have, so I haven’t really had anything negative to say with regards to the longevity of my particular Peecock. They do however leave something to be desired in terms of realism – but that’s a compromise I’m willing to take as it does what I want it to in all other areas.
Edit:
I just researched the TSW STP’s and unfortunately the reason I’m so enamored with the Peecock is it’s 3-in-1 ability to become a hard prosthetic without having to switch “equipment”. The ease of use for an STP and/or packer is simply a bonus for me.
The fact the you have a child who yes is not biologically yours but clearly loves you more than anything is a gift onto itself. My wife and I are going through the insemination process. I put my surgeries aside so we could afford it and although yes this child is not biologically “mine”, I am still her father and always will be. You seem life the kindest and most loving man and your son is extremely lucky to have you and your wife as parents. I aspire to be a father like you.
Words cannot express the deep gratitude I have for your kind words, Anon.
Best of luck with the insemination process and your child.
How did you become a dad ?
Hey,
My Wife already had given birth to our Son 11 months before I came into their lives.
For a more detailed account, you can find a previous post here.
Are you worried about your trans status becoming known in such a small town?
In short, yes. But I’m concerned about my trans status being common knowledge wherever I am.
Here, I have some family. They’re very prominent members of this community and well respected due to business relations and town social standings. This is useful in the fact that if shit ever does hit the fan; they’ll be on my side fighting for me.
I almost feel as though things are so simple here, people are so straight forward that at times it feels less likely for anyone to ever out me due to the fact that trans people are invisible here. There is no knowledge about trans issues. I’m not even sure if people here would know it’s possible to transition from female to male.
Perhaps I’m not giving the town folk enough credit, but here I am seen as a short, odd little “alternative” man with a Wife and Son. Nothing more. The only reason people give me and my family a second look in this town is because we haven’t altered our dress sense to fit in – we appear more “city” than “country”.
So, in-between being a Father and Husband again, before I become employed full-time – I’ll have a few spare hours each day to answer any questions.
If you’ve been wanting to ask things, now is the time they are far more likely to get answered promptly.
Ask here. As always, anonymous is enabled.
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