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As probably with many transgender women and/or men of any age, our moral compasses have been tested. Of course I am no different. As I look back, there were so many chances I had to ignore my personal compass and set a vastly different course in my life.
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I learned the hard way my compass had several different settings other than the North, South, East and West. I found I could easily add an N” for no and a “M” for maybe. Very early in my feminine development I learned also how many others were crossing the line as far as their compasses were concerned. My first example was from the so called hetero cross dresser mixers. It seemed odd to me the number of attendees would pair off in couples and disappear to one of their rooms. My evil mind considered the “hetero” part of attendance was not mandatory after all.
As it happened, I had a chance at my own encounter with a guy after one of the mixers when I had begged my way along with the group I called the “A” listers. To make a long story short, we all ended up in this local neighborhood tavern and I was the only one who was approached by a stranger and asked tf he could buy me a drink. My moral compass wavered quickly in the second I had to react and said no thank you. Of course I was married at the time and as my compass wavered to “M” for maybe.
