Found this:
Which I'm sure most of you won't care about, but my family watches DWTS so, well, there you go. And yes, I'll be rooting for Chaz.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I have no problem pimping this out.
I am a big fan of Early to Bed. About half of what I lovingly call my "dick toolbox" is from this website, and it is a formidable toolbox indeed.
So I am really excited that Early to Bed is having a set of contests with some very awesome prizes. Today's contest includes a strap-on harness, a strap-on-friendly dildo, and some other cool stuff.
To get it you either tweet or blog (guilty) about the contest, or add the Facebook page. And I either want that package or want one of my readers to get it, so go sign up darnit!
So I am really excited that Early to Bed is having a set of contests with some very awesome prizes. Today's contest includes a strap-on harness, a strap-on-friendly dildo, and some other cool stuff.
To get it you either tweet or blog (guilty) about the contest, or add the Facebook page. And I either want that package or want one of my readers to get it, so go sign up darnit!
Therapy Postponement and Stuff I've Learned So Far
I've had a huge run in with money (namely my school funding fell-the-fuck-through) and sadly I need to pay for school before therapy. It's a difficult choice, but if I'm not in school I'll have a fuckhaul full of even more problems. Talked to Kara about it, who said something about how I should rush testosterone, which quite frankly offended me a little but I'm sure I'll get over it. Maybe I'll write about that someday, but right now I'm not in the mood.
By the way, yes, I'm resorting to begging, so if you like this blog please consider leaving something in my ChipIn. It's in the sidebar to the left, or you can just click here.
But anyway, on to the actual interesting part of this post. The thing is, for the past couple months I have been living more fully as male than I ever have been. It was actually a pain in the ass to leave camp because most of my family still "she"s me all the time (even though they know), which they don't regularly do at camp, but I will tell you this: At work over the summer, at work now, and at school, I am a man. I mean, I'm a man otherwise, but other peoples' perceptions of me do give me a great deal more confidence in myself and leads to some interesting... learning experiences. Which, of course, I'll detail here.
By the way, yes, I'm resorting to begging, so if you like this blog please consider leaving something in my ChipIn. It's in the sidebar to the left, or you can just click here.
But anyway, on to the actual interesting part of this post. The thing is, for the past couple months I have been living more fully as male than I ever have been. It was actually a pain in the ass to leave camp because most of my family still "she"s me all the time (even though they know), which they don't regularly do at camp, but I will tell you this: At work over the summer, at work now, and at school, I am a man. I mean, I'm a man otherwise, but other peoples' perceptions of me do give me a great deal more confidence in myself and leads to some interesting... learning experiences. Which, of course, I'll detail here.
- Women flirt with me. Wait, women flirt with me?
No, seriously, this was a big shock to me, because I still have it in my head that people are perceiving me as female, so when they act toward me in a manner similar to the way they interact with women, I assume they're just viewing me as women.
As it turns out, in a substantial percentage of women, treating men in a way similar to how they treat their girlfriends is a method of flirting.
In other words, I spent half the summer leading women on because I assumed their actions meant they secretly saw me as a woman, when in reality they saw me as a suitor. Boing.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Close one?
Suddenly I feel almost happy about FTM invisibility. Well, not really, but sometimes even shitty things have their advantages.
One reason I haven't been updating that often (as well as the fact that I'm at summer camp right now, which is another animal in and of itself) is that I've been in a little bit of a bind as far as how my transsexualism is being used against me in other contexts. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because I want to protect myself, even though the issue should be over with, but the basic story is as follows.
I was accused of sexual misconduct with a child I was watching. I'm not going to go into detail, again, as to what I was accused of doing, but it was by the girl's father, who has limited custody. I should mention, of course, that it was not true and that I was not the only person he falsely accused. I freaked out, had a good talk with a friend, was a little better, wound up talking to my boss about it (remember I work at a summer camp? Awkward.)
In the end, the people involved had a phone conference in which he told the entire story of what he "thought" I had done and said. The entire story was based on the premise that I was a male-to-female transsexual. Not even in a generic sense. It was clear that the guy had made up this entire story based on the premise that because I am trans, I am a trans woman.
In other words, it was so utterly unbelievable that only the most mind-stretchingly stupid people could have possibly believed it.
So I'm back, probably, because that blew over and also because I have my computer back. Huzzah! Assume that a lot of my personal information from here on is going to be about how camp has been handling my transition, the answer to which is "surprisingly well, actually."
Regards,
-- Jack
One reason I haven't been updating that often (as well as the fact that I'm at summer camp right now, which is another animal in and of itself) is that I've been in a little bit of a bind as far as how my transsexualism is being used against me in other contexts. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because I want to protect myself, even though the issue should be over with, but the basic story is as follows.
I was accused of sexual misconduct with a child I was watching. I'm not going to go into detail, again, as to what I was accused of doing, but it was by the girl's father, who has limited custody. I should mention, of course, that it was not true and that I was not the only person he falsely accused. I freaked out, had a good talk with a friend, was a little better, wound up talking to my boss about it (remember I work at a summer camp? Awkward.)
In the end, the people involved had a phone conference in which he told the entire story of what he "thought" I had done and said. The entire story was based on the premise that I was a male-to-female transsexual. Not even in a generic sense. It was clear that the guy had made up this entire story based on the premise that because I am trans, I am a trans woman.
In other words, it was so utterly unbelievable that only the most mind-stretchingly stupid people could have possibly believed it.
So I'm back, probably, because that blew over and also because I have my computer back. Huzzah! Assume that a lot of my personal information from here on is going to be about how camp has been handling my transition, the answer to which is "surprisingly well, actually."
Regards,
-- Jack
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