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For me, gender euphoria is a very rare happening. Of course it is the opposite of the gender dysphoria I have lived with most if not all of my life. Just a guess but I think I can trace the beginnings of my gender issues to the days when as a youth, I made exploratory searches into my Mom’s clothing and makeup. Somehow someway I realized just clothes didn’t make the girl. The urge came from much deeper inside. So I pursued my urges.
Jessie and Liz
Over the next half century I met with much more gender distress than euphoria. The days of being stared at, laughed at and made fun of felt as if it would never end. Following a steep learning curve of gender knowledge it finally did and I was able to assume a life as a full time transgender woman when I was in my sixties. Which gives you some sort of an idea how slow a gender learner I was.
The amount of time and effort expended makes it all more worthwhile. Last night was an example.
Liz and I attended the only transgender — cross dresser monthly social we ever go to anymore. It is fairly close and is held in a venue where we enjoy their food and service. Overall sound levels were low so we could easily hear each other speak.
Perhaps the best part was the other attendees were respectful and entertaining. I was able to enjoy my time.
By enjoying my time, it was nice to be able to converse with other transgender woman (mostly, except for Liz) and to learn more about their lives. As the evening…
