Tag: ftm

Hi, I live in Australia too and I was wondering if it was difficult for you to get your gender changed on your birth certificate? If you have had it changed.

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I have had it changed, this is how I was able to legally marry my Wife.

It actually was a lot less difficult than I anticipated; I felt I had to jump through far more hoops to get my hysto done.
I downloaded the forms from my state’s Births, Deaths and Marriages website and had my GP who has been treating me for 8 years fill it out, alongside my Surgeon who performed my Hysto. I also attached a very large stack of documents pertaining to my chest surgery, psychiatrist letters for approval of prior surgeries and diagnosis etc and had them witnessed and signed by a Justice of the Peace for offical measure. I did not have to enclose these as per the guidelines on the BDM website, but I was very paranoid about spending so much time and money in order to get this changed I wanted to do every thing I could to ensure it would be processed smoothly.

Lo and behold, about four weeks later I recieved a brand new birth certificate, with no mention of prior name or sex. Lovely.

While K’s Away.

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It’s only been a few days since K left for his Grandmother’s, but within five hours my Wife and I felt the lack of his presence.

We’ve had to remember what it is couples do when they don’t have children. Last night we went out to the pub to meet up with some friends, and had a quick dinner.

We are so much more playful with each other right now. It’s so lovely and dynamic, and we are bouncing off of one another with chemistry. It makes me reflect upon when we first met eight years ago.

Lately it’s been showers together, giggling within seconds of waking up, falling asleep intertwined, music up as loud as we like, candles and incense and impromptu dinner outings.

We skype K each night, and text him, call him. He’s having an absolute blast; Hip Hop Dance classes, riding motorized buggys around his Grandmother’s 6 acre property, feeding ducks, playing with his cousins.

So many times I’ve been sleeping in (oh.my.word. I forgot what that felt like, you all fucking enjoy that you hear! haha) and woke up in a panic wondering where K is, why he hasn’t woken us, if I’ve made his breakfast or if We’re late for school. It’s just really fucking odd not having him around, and we miss him very much.

If you know me IRL, and don’t particularly want to read about my sex life, then don’t click this read more.

My Wife and I have made an agreement; after one of her colleauges remarked at how doing this improved her life greatly.

One month; sex every single day no matter how tired or busy we are.

That began last night – and if it’s anything to go by, this will be very fun. Of course when K returns we will need to be a little more covert. Hah.

But yes, we are both committed to the cause.

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Halp I did the dishes and then ended up back here….

May as well use this post to update you all about K’s first gig: it went so amazingly well! He didn’t miss a beat, even when the vocalist came in early by accident. I filmed it, took a thousand photos… screamed like a dickhead when he finished.
I couldn’t stop grinning, and I was trying to hold the camera still for the video but I was shaking with excitement/happiness.

I am so so proud.

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I am going to a Men’s Support Group this coming Sunday. It’s specifically for FTM Men, and every other guy is quite a bit older than me, although some have yet to medically transition.

I am pretty nervous, but also excited to be honest. It’s a completely private group, I know the facilitator, a friend of mine is likely attending also for the first time. From what my friend (facilitator) said there’s a pretty even mix of blokes attending – I’m looking forward to it a tiny bit but mostly petrified.

Also, tomorrow evening I’m walking around to said friend’s house (older facilitator bloke) and watching the footy, drinking some beers. Butch time, hahahaha.

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11:12PM: I suddenly realise I’ve left a Gen 1 peecock behind the bathroom door in a cabin my wife, son and I rented to stay in for the weekend.

When I got out of the shower, I couldn’t see it anywhere near my clothes where I thought I’d left it. It was early and we were in a rush so I assumed that I must have already packed it with everything else besides the clothes I was about to put on.

I have been looking for it everywhere and I suddenly remember seeing it in the very corner where the door would usually cover if it were open. I must have kicked it off my clothing pile which was a foot or so away.

I want to die. It’s a small place we usually visit, they know us. And now they have my cock all up in thier cabin bathroom. Fuck.

There will be no sleep tonight.

Being Stealth is Not Being Ashamed

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thepolitesir:

There’s a huge shitstorm right now because some dumb ass therapist is equating trans people being stealth with them being ashamed of themselves and inside the closet and shit like that. He is also assuming that stealth trans people can do absolutely nothing for their communities. This is so fucking far from the truth that I just want to scream and shit out a cinderblock or something to throw at the corner of his house.

  1. Being trans doesn’t make up my entire identity. Yes, it assisted greatly in making me the man that I am today, and it gave me a certain set of unique issues to work through and various problems that I’ll need to face and overcome, but when I think of myself, I don’t describe myself as just being a trans guy. I describe myself as intelligent, resourceful, patient, kind, and stubborn. Those are the traits that make up -who- I am, and that’s all anyone but my medical professionals and significant other, and anyone else I deem worthy enough needs to know. 
  2. Being stealth is not the same as being closeted. I live in Texas, so in part, being stealth for me is used as a safety measure. On the other hand, it’s basic comfort. I want to be viewed as who I am, not targeted and oggled because of something about me. I like getting through the day without being asked invasive questions about things I don’t want to think about.
  3. I am not hiding anything about myself. The people who need to know are aware that I’m trans. That’s it. Nothing is hidden. 
  4. I am perfectly capable of educating people without having to reveal my trans status. With the assload of studying and life experience I have with all of these issues, it’s safe to say that if I see people having a conversation about it and they have questions that they can’t come to an agreement on, I could easily find some way to explain a foreign concept to them without having to come right out and tell them, “by the way something whacko happened when I was born lol.”
  5. I am not ashamed of being trans. As I stated in point 1, a large part of the reason I am who I am today is because of the things I’ve had to go through as a result of being trans. I’m not really proud of being trans, but I am proud of myself for coming as far as I have and enduring all of the shit that comes with this condition, as I am similarly proud of myself for overcoming other extremely daunting obstacles in my life. To have worked so fucking hard to get to a point where I’m remotely okay with myself and my accomplishments, I would be pretty fucking pissed if, for the rest of my life, I could only ever be viewed as one thing, instead of the dynamic, strong individual that I am.

It makes me really, really fucking sad that a THERAPIST doesn’t understand these things.

Being stealth is just fucking fine, as is being loud&out. It’s up to the individual to make that choice, and it really fucking bothers me that people are trying to bash on others who live differently than they do. Frankly, it’s none of your business if someone doesn’t want to be out&loud, they don’t have to be that way to be a ‘good trans activist person’ or whatever. There are a metric ton of things that stealth people have done that you don’t hear about because they’re fucking stealth.

my god.

TL:DR basically don’t be a stealth-shaming dick.