I know, I know, but…

(I have made comments screened on this post. Don’t be afraid to post your thoughts, only you and I will see them.)

If you haven’t figured this out by now, you REALLY need to get a clue; I’m transgendered. Therefore you would think that I would be interested in the LGBT issues that come up. Things like “can transitioned people get healthcare?” “Will marriages that were made before a sex change still be valid afterward?” “Can a non-gay author write a good book about being gay?” one would think I would be concerned about, but I’m just not.
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Let me start this post out by saying that I am only speaking for myself. I have no clue as to the feelings of others, nor have I talked to anyone about this.

That being said, I have noticed a lot of crossover between the BDSM community and the TS/TG/crossdressing communities. When I had gone to events in the past that had floggers and cuffs, I noticed several people who were also either crossdressers or who were actual transsexuals and transitioning.
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I find this to be an absolutely beautiful picture of a strong and beautiful woman.

A woman with her Hijab

And yes, I would wear one. Unfortunately I think that I would just look silly, and I don’t want it to be seen as disrespectful.

(credit for the picture to Goatmilk)

Hi. I’m Joy, and this is a true story. I’ve changed some names to protect those who didn’t know better or who didn’t care, but the circumstances described are true.

I have to explain a few things first, so you don’t come into this story thinking that this story is going to be what it is not. I’m not transitioning over to full female all the time. I’m not gay, and I’m not ashamed or humiliated with who and what I am. Read more…

Okay, I just realized I didn’t explain my name.

Joyce: My name is Joy. That is the name my honey dubbed me with when I first showed up. I’m the third in the line, behind Erica and Erin. Both of them went away because they didn’t work or fit well, and HE ignored them or wouldn’t invest in nurturing them at all. But I stayed. I think I’m the first to do so. I’m always happy and I rarely cry. I’m a Joy to behold according to my honey. So she called me Joy. Joyce is the longer version of that.

Anne: Two reasons, it’s the middle name of a friend of mine, Karen Anne Summerfield. In a lot of ways I owe a lot to her, she helped me when I needed it about two years ago, and her stories have struck a deep core in me. Yes, I know she can be abrasive, I know that her stories can be fantastical, but I still enjoy them a whole lot. The second reason is a story I tried to write a long time ago. There were slaves who voluntarily became slaves and worked in a boutique. Their names said something about them, and the name was passed down from teacher to student. There was an Anne line, a Betty line, a Clair line, and so on down to a Zelda line of training. Each line of teaching had strengths and qualities about them that made them unique. The Anne line was the pinnacle of perfection, able to retain their nobility of spirit if they were a scullery maid or if they were a pampered princess in a harem. They were calm, collected, professional and the best at what they did. I’d like to invoke that for myself.

Phillip: That is the maiden name of my honey. She took HIS name when they married, and I am taking her name. She cried when I told her.