I’m a little confused as to what’s meant by “identify” as trans. What’s the difference between “identifying” as trans and being trans?

My opinion is that those who identify as trans choose to do so. Those who are just trans are thus due to sex dysphoria.

Others I have known who identify as trans do so because they feel personally thier bodies will never be the female or male “norm” and they can rationalize this better if they assign themselves as trans men or women instead of just men or women. This is only directly from a few people whom I have known to identify this way.

I am not however any kind of authority on the subject, nor do I care to be one.

How do you feel about people that “identify” as trans*?

I disagree with it, because I don’t really feel like being born in the wrong body is an identity – but I don’t have any right to say that how someone feels is wrong.

I am not so sure as to why someone would want to identify as trans; there’s a lot of negative connotations with that label and if you’re seeking it for the label itself it’s kind of missing the point of why people feel they need transition entirely.

But, in short – I don’t feel anything toward those that “identify” as trans. I disagree with them, but I honestly do not care what others choose to identify as. Who am I to devalue thier own perspectives of themselves?

But I can disagree.

Edit: I also disagree with the asterisk at the end of trans, and my feelings about this echo those above.
I wonder if you were really wanting to know if I am truscum or not. According to the defenition; I am truscum due to my belief that transsexualism is a medical condition.

On your post featuring images of phalloplasty: Do you have any idea who the surgeons for those were? Most phalloplasty results that I’ve seen have been less than impressive and I would like to know who can get such amazing results.

Unfortunately that wasn’t I post I created, it was a reblog. Can anyone help identify the surgeons?

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I can easily answer this as i actually know the guy and speak with him quite often lol

He went to Mr Nim and Christopher in the UK (insurance paid for it NHS) all of the videos/photos except for Stage One of Three (NSFW)

are his penis (which i hope who ever posted this originally asked him permission first doubt it though, as ive had to get on someones case about posting my dick with misinformation on it even after my xtube clearly states no one is allowed to pull photos off and post anywhere else yet tumblr people assume special rights so they think lol)

Stage One of Three (NSFW) this guy here went to a german surgeon (I want to say Daverio but not sure 100%) I forgot his name right now but ill double check; ive also exchanged words with him.

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My father loves to tell the tale of the times I did this, which were many.

Most notable was when I was about three, helping my father dig a trench in our yard for new piping (he’s a plumber). Dad and I were both knee deep in mud and he needed to pee, so rather than taking off his muddy boots etc he pissed on our lemon tree. I saw him do this and concluded that I too needed to pee, so unbeknownst to him I walked up to the same tree and promptly filled my gum boots with piss. I simply said “Dad, my gum boots are wet!”. I literally did not get why I had pissed myself.

Games Children Play….

Our whole little family has been very busy these past months, and now K is on a short mid-term school break. His good friend at school has been asking if K wanted to go over to play Dungeons and Dragons with thier little crew on Sunday afternoons, and last week we finally found the time to take him.

K is utterly obsessed with almost everything nerdy/geeky – we have simply let this flourish. Video games are his specialty, and he also likes to play card games like pokemon and magic the gathering which I find myself playing against him occasionally. He’d never played D&D before, and whilst some of our adult friends play D&D and have tried to get my Wife and I to participate; we simply aren’t interested. Card games are one thing, but we just can’t get into this whole role playing dice scenario.

K however was smitten from first game. His mate’s family are right into role playing games of all kinds and literally have book cases filled with minatures, games, comics and video games. He saw the Warhammer figures and got really interested. I simply said he’d have to save up his allowance for those kinds of games – I tried warhammer once when I was 12 and it cost well over $100 just to get into it; then I had to paint all those bastard figures.

Needless to say, K is coming into his own. He’s developing his own interests and becoming more and more independant. It’s really cute to observe.

Although my Wife and I have recently come to the realisation that our Son is a geek, that’s pretty cool with us.

I’ve just gone through the whole of your ftmfatherhood tag and dude I have so much respect for you right now. Your kid seems so awesome and intelligent and that’s a big reflection of his brilliant parents. Congratulations on raising such a well-adjusted kid against the difficulties of being trans. :)

This is a lovely message to wake up to, thank you. K is a wonderful child – very caring and considerate. It’s not only parenting but the people we surround ourselves with also influence K to a large degree.That’s not to say K is a perfect child, because there is no such thing. We sure do have our difficulties, especially lately with hormones coming into play.

Thank you again, this means a lot.

How tall are you? Do you ever get dysphoria over height and how do you overcome it if so?

I’m about 5’2” I think, or around 160cm tall. I do get very dysphoric about my height, especially because my Wife is quite a few inches taller than myself, and our Son is likely to be taller than the both of us at this rate.
I’m not sure how I handle it; I guess I rationalize it by allowing myself to remember that there are men who are much shorter than me, and I should feel lucky to just be an “average” short guy.

She’s absolutely 100% fine about most everything besides from thinking it’s her right to be able to out me anecdotally and having old photographs displayed prominently.

She is fine in front of my Son, though.

Old Photographs.

This is something that I think about often, because it bothers me.
My Mother has three photographs up in various prominent locations in her house which clearly picture me in either a dress or looking female somewhat.

Each time I go and visit my parents (they live in an entire other state) I am literally greeted at the front door of a photograph of my whole family (2 sisters, myself and parents) dressed up in ridiculous formal clothing. Me in a red velvet dress with frills.

I remeber this day clearly, because I spent the majority of the time throwing tantrums because I had to wear that shitty dress. My sisters both wore slacks and blouses… I was not allowed to.

The other one is the last time I wore a dress, and it was for my year 10 formal. I knew I was trans then, and approached my parents about the possibility of me wearing a suit. My Mother then threw every guilt trip in the book at me, ending up with “Just ONCE more, for me? Your Mother? Please!?” And so I did. But I wore fucking boots underneath that damn dress.

The last one is a year 12 photo, and I guess I look like a boy but every time I see it I remeber the way I was feeling back then, and it’s really triggering.

I’ve tried explaining this to my Mother (Dad was quite willing to take them down) and she retorts with “You can’t run away from your past, that will always be there, you can’t change the fact that you were born female”.

No, I cannot, but I can request that very graphic and triggering images be removed at least while I am visiting. But no, I cannot tell her what she can and cannot display in her own house.

I often wonder what her friends think; having photographs of some mysterious little girl and then a shit ton of me and my own little family, bearded and in wedding clobber…. she must look like a dickhead.
But I know she outs me without my consent. She fucking tells anyone that will listen….she says it’s her right. It’s not.

Okay, that was my rant. Apologies. If anyone has any idea on how to approach this, I would appreciate advice.