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This guy is really something. 53 years old, has kids, and is/was some kind of priest:What about duct tape?
TFW you want to blow up your life but adulting gets in the way
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I was planning I coming out to my wife tomorrow and telling her that I want to explore my gender identity as a trans woman. I am not expecting it to go smoothly or for her to react overly well.
The reason I chose tomorrow is that we are home alone this weekend and we didn’t have any plans. Well that plan is blown. This evening my wife started laying out a huge heap of things she wants to get done this weekend including, but not limited to organising flooring for a room we are renovating, bringing her dad over to see how a hose works (apparently it is done hose he bought her off of the TV that automatically expands and retracts when the water is turned on or off) and cleaning the kitchen. She also wants to go look at getting some new plants for the garden.
All I can think about is how I thought we would have the day to work through me coming out. Instead, I think that I am going to have to stuff all of these feelings back down again. I don’t know if I can continue to live like that.
He really should tell his wife this weekend, preferably when his FIL is there with a length of hose. She needs to work out if she keeps the house or sells it after the divorce and leave the renovations to a new owner.
I am also a conservative Christian. I have been since I was 13 (now 53). Two things happened when I turned 13, the first I gave my life to Jesus, the second, i realised I wanted to be a woman. Over the last 40 years I have known that I was meant to be a woman, but I suppressed her, I hid her, I kept her beaten down so that I could fit into a gender norm. I married, fathered children and have been in ministry. But throughout it all i have not been truly happy. There has been something missing. We say that our egg cracked. Well mine shattered last year when I realised that I don’t want to keep living as a man. That I want to be the woman I should have been all along.
He ramped up his troonery when his wife was prescribed estrogen pessaries (a pessary is a vaginal suppository) for menopause symptoms. Our gal stole them, cut them up, and shoved them in his asshole.
The problem for me is that I have already taken it in secret. My wife was started on vaginal pessary of oestrogen last year to try to help with lubrication post menopause. She didn’t like taking them and stopped after her 6th dose. One night in a fit of depression, rejection, desire for change, I don’t fully know what, I took one of the pessaries and inserted it rectally.
I could tell you that I regretted it pretty much straight away and that I never did it again. But that would be a lie. In fact the next day I did it again. In,point of fact I kept taking them daily for 12 days straight. Then the box was empty. So I stopped right? Wrong, I refilled the script, reduced the frequency that I was taking them to once a week and kept going for the next 2 months (it would have been 3, but I liked the oestrogen so much that some weeks I took more than one.
So I have already gotten the taste for oestrogen and I want more. I loved how i felt emotionally. I loved the effect it had on my body (my skin felt softer, my body hair seemed thinner and my body odour seemed sweeter. Plus I seemed mellower. It was probably my imagination but it seemed that my breasts were more pronounced (and my wife mentioned that I was getting man boobs).
I could tell you that I regretted it pretty much straight away and that I never did it again. But that would be a lie. In fact the next day I did it again. In,point of fact I kept taking them daily for 12 days straight. Then the box was empty. So I stopped right? Wrong, I refilled the script, reduced the frequency that I was taking them to once a week and kept going for the next 2 months (it would have been 3, but I liked the oestrogen so much that some weeks I took more than one.
So I have already gotten the taste for oestrogen and I want more. I loved how i felt emotionally. I loved the effect it had on my body (my skin felt softer, my body hair seemed thinner and my body odour seemed sweeter. Plus I seemed mellower. It was probably my imagination but it seemed that my breasts were more pronounced (and my wife mentioned that I was getting man boobs).
According to him, he "knew he was trans since he was 13 years old" (lol whatever), but the precipitating event for trooning out was his daughter using a gender filter on a photo of him and showing him. I don't buy this, it sounds like an OCD obsession that has spiraled out of control.
I am 53. My egg started to crack a couple of years ago, but it has only been in the last 5 months 5hat it has truly shattered. Since than I feel like it is an obsession with me. I can’t think of anything else. I go to sleep thinking about it and wake up thinking about it. I am not out to my wife yet (I am kind of afraid to come out) but am out to my daughters and a work colleague (that wasn’t intentional, she saw my bra strap). I think that until I get started down the path, ie therapy and HRT the urgency will remain. I hope that once I am out to the people I care about (and hopefully accepted) things will improve somewhat.
In the post above, he claims that he was forced to come out as trans to a coworker after the coworker "saw [his] bra strap". Below, he claims that he was "outed" after a collague noticed his nail polish. Ten bucks says the actual truth is that he jerks off to the fantasy of this kind of stuff happening. FETISH.
So I am a 52 male suffering from gender dysphoria. I don’t consider myself to be trans. Very masculine man but I have an affinity for femininity.
I have been a closet cross dresser since I was 13 and since than have often wanted to be a woman and in my fantasy and mind I am. Having said that, I have never openly displayed feminine adornment. Often wearing feminine underwear and stockings under my work clothes.
I have very brittle nails and my daughter suggested a strengthening polish. Recently I began applying lightly coloured nail polish to my fingernails. I have a a favourite at the moment that I call a stealth pink (more pearlescent). It is only fully noticeable in the right light. But I know it is there all of the time.
I have been self conscious if the nails and often keep my hands either hidden or balled up so the nails aren’t as noticeable, however yesterday at work one of the women I work with saw them and commented, quite loudly, “nice nails”. I initially wanted to stick my hands in my pockets and leave, but it was the start of the shift and I was kid of stuck.
After she got handover, I went up and thanked her for her comment and then mentioned that I have been wearing nail polish for weeks and no one else has noticed. Her response was “well I’m a girl”. Most of the people I work with are women.
She seemed accepting, but I didn’t explain my motivations to her. But it was still nice someone noticing and not reacting poorly.
I have been a closet cross dresser since I was 13 and since than have often wanted to be a woman and in my fantasy and mind I am. Having said that, I have never openly displayed feminine adornment. Often wearing feminine underwear and stockings under my work clothes.
I have very brittle nails and my daughter suggested a strengthening polish. Recently I began applying lightly coloured nail polish to my fingernails. I have a a favourite at the moment that I call a stealth pink (more pearlescent). It is only fully noticeable in the right light. But I know it is there all of the time.
I have been self conscious if the nails and often keep my hands either hidden or balled up so the nails aren’t as noticeable, however yesterday at work one of the women I work with saw them and commented, quite loudly, “nice nails”. I initially wanted to stick my hands in my pockets and leave, but it was the start of the shift and I was kid of stuck.
After she got handover, I went up and thanked her for her comment and then mentioned that I have been wearing nail polish for weeks and no one else has noticed. Her response was “well I’m a girl”. Most of the people I work with are women.
She seemed accepting, but I didn’t explain my motivations to her. But it was still nice someone noticing and not reacting poorly.
EDIT: Autistic and Tourette Syndrome.
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