This blog has 700 followers!

Thank you.

I am so humbled, and thankful that people seem to have taken an interest in this blog.

I also want to apologize for my absence; work is really busy, I’m trying to also run my own business and be a Father/Husband alongside it all.

As per usual, if there’s anything you’d like me to write about or respond to – don’t hesitate to send me an ask and I’ll get to it when I can.

Hi transmandad, I’ve just discoverd your blog here. I’m married to my wife and we are happy with our 2 year old son. But it has always been on my mind that i feel different. Diffrent from the other womans… 1

(2) My breasts dont feel like they belong there. I bought a binder online. My wife thinks its a sports bra. I’ve bever been open about this to her. Well she knows i dont feel like a woman all the time…

(3) But here is the thing.. i strongly feel like i want to be a dad for my son. Im so confused. I look on the internet and see al those strong transman who live their own life and i get jalous .Telling my feelings is soo hard.. how did you handle this?..

Hey, thanks for messaging me. Apologies for how long my response has taken, I have been exceptionally busy with work and often forget to check this blog.

It’s certainly exceptionally difficult when attempting to work out where you fit on the gender side of things.
A couple of questions I asked myself and often encourage other people to ask if they’re questioning transition are:
– Can you see yourself living as a Woman for the rest of your life?
– Can you see yourself accepting yourself as a Woman?
– Do you need this so much that you are willing to risk negative reactions?
– Are you willing to take hormones and see Drs for the rest of your life on a regular basis?

They may seem harsh, but the first question is particularly telling. If you can see yourself living as a Woman for the rest of your life, even if you’re unhappy, you may way to reconsider transition.

SUBMISSION:

I received the following as a submission:

I got a ‘store bought’ packer and like you felt it was a waste of money. I started experimenting and making these. I drop them into my boxer briefs that I have modified to hold them. I buy just regular old WalMart brand boxer briefs (frugal) and sew around the fly area to make an enclosed pouch of it. I left a small opening in the fly to put the packer in and out. It looks so good that I am totally confident stripping down to just my underwear around any other man, even the guys in the locker room that know I’m trans. I did a lot of visual research (checking out the competition) online of bio-men (biological men) in underwear and mine passes for theirs. It has a soft, bouncy look and feels incredibly comfortable. Frugal frugal frugal. Since it never touches my body directly (it’s inside the pouch) I only make a new nylon cover very seldom. I also have made different sizes for various reasons. Pretty much a drop it in and forget it thing and it looks good in underwear, pants, sweatpants and shorts. For my boxer style swim suit I have one that hangs off a harness inside the suit. Simple, comfortable and for me frugal.

I’m still here. Just lurking a lot due to work and family commitments.

Also I have no bloody clue what to write about, so if there’s any suggestions – feel free to enlighten me.

I sincerely apologize for my absence, or lack of posting.

Recently I’ve undertaken a new business venture – in effect started my own business and have already filled my client spaces, so I am exceptionally busy.

I’m still able to respond to questions and asks, I just don’t have enough energy to formulate my own thoughtful posts at the present time.

Good things come to those who wait!

Was there ever a time in your life when you were fervently against having kids? As in, Did Not Want? Or did you always want kids, or were you ambivalent or not sure? Did your attitude towards having kids change at any point and why?

There was certainly a time in my life where I was completely sure I would never have children, nor did I ever think I would want to be a Father.

I grew up stating adamantly that I would never have children, much to my parent’s disgust.

This all changed when I fell in love with my now Wife. When we met, I literally fell for her upon first gaze. At first, neither of us saw what we had as a lasting thing. Three days into knowing her, and having spent every waking hour with her since meeting she told me about K – who was 11 months old at the time and staying with his Grandmother as Wife was on holidays.

I was terrified of meeting K. I walked into the lounge room and saw his gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair, and knew in that second this was my home. My Wife was my soul mate.

Within minutes, my Wife remarked that K must have soiled his nappy (diaper). Without hesitation I stood up, asked where the wipes and new nappies were and changed my first nappy.
My Wife was taken aback, to say the least. I’d never changed a kid’s nappy before, but seen it done countless times. I’m not scared of a little bit of poo – haha.

And that was it. It just… it was right. I cannot explain how I just “knew” that this was it, this is my family and this is forever. Almost ten years later, over one year married – I still maintain meeting K was the best damn decision I’ve ever made in my life.

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I have to write an important post about things that happened while visiting my parents, but I don’t have time right now.

This is a placeholder/reminder to myself.

So, my inbox seems to have eaten a few questions.

If you’ve sent a question/ask in recently and I haven’t gotten to it, feel free to send it again.