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Does it really take a village to allow a transgender woman or trans man to fully let the world in so they can express themselves?
For me it did but it took years and years for me to advance to the point in my life when I could live the trans life I always just had dreamed of. On this blog, I write long and often concerning how isolated I felt during the pre-internet and social media years. Putting it bluntly, there was no village at all to help me along. Those of you in my age bracket know what I am talking about. It wasn’t until the Virginia Prince and “Transvestia” publication years did I feel there were any others in the world with gender issues similar to me. Maybe I had a village after all.
As I explored this new and exciting village, ironically I found I still didn’t fit in with the village. Primarily because there were very few who still felt the same as I did. At that time I felt more serious than a casual cross dresser (or transvestite) but not as serious as one of the few transsexuals who attended who were on the path to having their own gender realignment surgeries. Plus, I found out (as I had suspected) there were other than all heterosexual members in the group as too much action was happening behind hotel room doors. The whole process showed me the village I had discovered was quite diverse which continues to this day.
