All night, all I got from my two companions and supporters for the evening was "wow, you're really not yourself. Are you okay?" After the hundredth time of saying that I am alright I tried to bounce out of my head but I had already become hyper vigilant to my environment and to the people who surrounded me.
Comfortable in my body, bound and changed through the use of duct tape and props but not with the person who was inhabiting it. I can only imagine the experience being the opposite for an individual who is transgender, to know the person but not being able to fit in the body.Swingers Sites Swingers Magazine
I have always had a great admiration for the transgender population, I have felt that they have been at the fore front of the attacks from the heterosexual community and for much of our time on this planet they have been misunderstood, ignored, abused, victimized, and treated unkindly. This has not only been from our straight counterparts but from the gay, lesbian, and bisexual community. I do think that things are getting better on the LGB side and that we are attempting to include and educate each other; however transgendered people are still abused and harmed on a regular basis from the world in general. Unlike some of us that chose to be in the closet, we only have to hide our sexuality, but what about when it's your body you are changing and do not fit into? There is no hiding when you know that your body and person/mind don't belong with one another.
Like two puzzle pieces that fit together we take for granted the beautifully choreographed dance of our body and mind merging, but for Trans people there is no dance but a battle. I think it's ironic that more people do not get it, everyday individuals strugle with body weight and disease and feel that they're bodies have failed them and wished they could change it. Is this so different or hard to understand that someone may feel that they're body is not rightly shaped and that in order to feel whole it would have to change. We are consistently being forced to see are selves in a one dimensional view point: you have a vagina so therefore you are a female, hence you need to reproduce and like pink! Well boxes are great for carrying and storing things, but people are far too brilliantly complicated to fit into one box.
Biology is not perfect, and the universe was not created on perfection but the beauty of uniqueness and interconnectedness. So my mission was to interconnect, get uncomfortable and change.
So here was my experience: the night started with laughs and giggles and at first when I got in the car with a slightly itchy crotch and two lesbians teasing me, I was actually feeling pretty good. I was even beginning to feel the male part of my personality come up to the surface, like he had been hiding and been remaining quiet all this time in the background.
Comfortable in my body, bound and changed through the use of duct tape and props but not with the person who was inhabiting it. I can only imagine the experience being the opposite for an individual who is transgender, to know the person but not being able to fit in the body.Swingers Sites Swingers Magazine
I have always had a great admiration for the transgender population, I have felt that they have been at the fore front of the attacks from the heterosexual community and for much of our time on this planet they have been misunderstood, ignored, abused, victimized, and treated unkindly. This has not only been from our straight counterparts but from the gay, lesbian, and bisexual community. I do think that things are getting better on the LGB side and that we are attempting to include and educate each other; however transgendered people are still abused and harmed on a regular basis from the world in general. Unlike some of us that chose to be in the closet, we only have to hide our sexuality, but what about when it's your body you are changing and do not fit into? There is no hiding when you know that your body and person/mind don't belong with one another.
Like two puzzle pieces that fit together we take for granted the beautifully choreographed dance of our body and mind merging, but for Trans people there is no dance but a battle. I think it's ironic that more people do not get it, everyday individuals strugle with body weight and disease and feel that they're bodies have failed them and wished they could change it. Is this so different or hard to understand that someone may feel that they're body is not rightly shaped and that in order to feel whole it would have to change. We are consistently being forced to see are selves in a one dimensional view point: you have a vagina so therefore you are a female, hence you need to reproduce and like pink! Well boxes are great for carrying and storing things, but people are far too brilliantly complicated to fit into one box.
Biology is not perfect, and the universe was not created on perfection but the beauty of uniqueness and interconnectedness. So my mission was to interconnect, get uncomfortable and change.
So here was my experience: the night started with laughs and giggles and at first when I got in the car with a slightly itchy crotch and two lesbians teasing me, I was actually feeling pretty good. I was even beginning to feel the male part of my personality come up to the surface, like he had been hiding and been remaining quiet all this time in the background.
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