hausboy -> RE: I don't know what I am (3/16/2011 3:26:42 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Wheldrake This is almost exactly where I'm at, except maybe for the "broad and rampant" part. I have a male body and, well, a human mind. Psychology tells us that male and female minds aren't too different anyway, at least in most respects, so it's hard for me to even imagine what it would be like to have a "mental sex" (or gender, if you prefer) that was demonstrably either identical or opposite to my biological sex. Of course, I'm aware that some people do feel strongly cisgendered, or transgendered, or genderqueer, and I have no problem accepting people who fall into any of these categories. I just find the distinctions between them difficult to fully understand. Hi Wheldrake I'm not so sure I agree with the psychologists on this one. It does not qualify as scientific research, so I don't put it under any pretenses--but I have met with, interviewed (for a book) and outreached to literally over a thousand different people, who identified as some variety of Female-to-Male transgendered, in every stage of transition. I've also personally witnessed over a hundred guys transition from female-to-male through hormones, and as a small circle of people--we often supported each other and compared "notes." Many of us experienced some very curious things once we started hormones, and it made me realize that while our physical bodies and chemistry aren't all that dramatically different, the way that our brains function on hormones, did. To help us address anything issues we thought could arise, my spouse and I began seeing a therapist as a couple, even though we never fought, had lots of sex, and were happy together. We used to finish each others sentences--virtually read one another's mind. After a few weeks on hormones, the basic exercise of "repeat back what you heard your spouse say" was astonishing--she accused me of lacing everything I said with intonation. I seemed to have a complete lack of ability of understanding what she said vs what she meant. The therapist said we went from a very communicative, "processing" lesbian couple to a very typical, inept poorly communicating heterosexual couple. It offended us both--until we realized that the things coming out of our mouths suddenly sounded a lot like every stereotypical straight couple we knew. Men and women do communicate differently. We had to learn this the hard way, and had to learn how to talk to each other all over again. (we did stay together 7 years after my transition) My spacial relations changed--suddenly it was easier to put together IKEA furniture, read a map, and do things that once seemed very challenging. Schematics made sense. My incredible sense of smell lessened---I went from having a nose like a dog and being able to smell things blocks away...to not being able to smell something virtually right under my nose. My pain tolerance dropped considerably, and I lost my "taste" for certain types of pain play. Personal space changed--my perception of it and my tolerance for a lack thereof... My spouse noticed that I drove differently (I passed cars more often...drove faster). And the old joke is true--I didn't stop for directions anymore--I somehow was convinced and overconfident that "I know where I 'm going!" First time I caught myself saying that, it kinda freaked me out. I found myself more assertive, unable to cry the way I used to, and things that used to bother me, anger me, upset me or make me cry, now seemed to roll off my back. I found my own emotions going from 3-dimensional to 2-Dimensional. Therapy exercises--when asked "what are you feeling right now?" Before, I would go on for 20 minutes about everything that I felt. On hormones? The answer was often one of the following: "Hungry. Horny. Bored." I found myself able to do something without effort that I could once only do with heavy meditation-- think about nothing. The written porn/erotica that I had adored reading and re-reading for so many years now did little for me--I found myself craving visual porn--something that previously held no interest. Things that had nothing to do with sex would make me horny. I found breasts far more distracting at work. "Look at her eyes....up there....look at her eyes..." became a silent mantra at work, and far more difficult than it had ever been before. Most of these changes I didn't even realize--they were pointed out to me by friends and family who knew me well, and saw the differences day by day. I never believed it before but now I do--I do believe the whole men are from mars, women from venus....the only difference, is the ability to travel to both planets.
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