Centuries ago, even I was young and innocent

Being a transgendered person does involve difficulties in relation to the general cultural environment. Mainly its is people who constitute a problem and isolation from the general population is a favoured possibility in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

 

There are the ordinary world and there are the Transgendered world. These 2 worlds do not really coexist other than in theory, in extreme rare cases and on rare occasions like ”Pride parade”, special events etc. Being a transgendered person one face either to live life in the subcultural transgendered world which borders is greatly within the realm of the Cyber world, or to ”face” the general world, which is much like walking into a tornado equiped with an umbrella.

 

Most choose not face such cultural tornado and live their transgender life in peaceful secrecy, which IS quite understandable when one come to think of it. But usually the transgendered making this peaceful choice, stand in eternal longing, dreaming of making the other choice. As you see, fighting tornados is not only challenging, whether you win or loose, you have the time of your life flying through the air like an airborn nymph, which is obviously even to the general population, most exhilarating. Free wheeling cultural tornado-fighting T-girls ARE a wild bunch, making Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper from ”Easy Rider” look like timid Yale/Harward ”pretty boy's” in comparison. Let's face it, they got balls and the fun that goes with 'em.

 

But if asked, if they them self ever stand in longing, looking at the epicenter of the cultural tornado. They laugh so merrily, rolling on the floor, that they for an instant forget their choice of gender and their voices sound like a song of laughter, written in a tribute to all sexes. When they have dried their eyes from tears of joy and made you promise never to ask such funny questions again while they are wearing mascara, they often admit that ”going back” to that cultural tornado, would feel much like having escaped the KZ-camps of WW-2, only to return again... making everything, even suicide, a MOST advantageous alternative.

 

Many thus think, that the life of the freewheeling Tranny is the best and most enjoyable, but forget that it is a question of personal nature how one survive best. The happy freewheeling Tranny THRIVE on opposition, grow facing great conflicts and somehow always seem to be ”working against the stream”. They find ”normal life” not only too easy and unchallenging, but MOST boring. Those are the sort, that if everyone else was transgendered, they would probably choose the conservative heterosexual wife and life, just to be opposite. It is such a rebellious nature western society should consider it self blessed that these persons are actually transgendered, as if such ”balls”, ”devotion” and ”anti-society” behavoir was chanelled differently, you could probably spawn a most devoted, effective and fearless terrorist.

 

But if you have the opposite and more commonly known timid nature, if you tremble speaking before great crowds, if you fear it should be publicly know what is really in your heart, then perhaps the reason why you are not a freewheeling T-girl is, that you don't have what it takes. This is not your fault as we all are born differently. Some are born by natures hand with skills, traits and abilities as ideals, as ”natural leaders” or the more scientific known term, the "Alpha" sort. But again some (as in most) are born to be average (or below) and must as such follow in silent obedience those stronger in mind and spirit than them self, the unwritten laws of society and the boundaries of common men. Wolves and sheep, very Nietzsche. Look him up, he has a point.

 

But we must all (even wolves) grow from being small children at heart. Even I was ones a small child, when one of the worlds greatest warriors between battles was inspecting ranks and with a gloved metal armoured hand, liftet my chin to gaze upon my face and said. ”Young apprentice, such beauty and yet eyes who tell tales of endless depths.” and placing a heavy hand on my young shoulders continued ”What shall you in time be, when reaching the summit of your work on this gods earth. Will you be a mighty warrior like the men fighting here on this day?” I hesitated, as back then speaking to a army general was quite intimidating. ”Well... ” I stuttered. ”... I would like to be a champion fighting for what is right and what is good... but...” the general prompted me on ”Yes.. speak out now boy”. I continued as best I could. ”Well... I would like to fight, but would prefer to do so wearing dress and skirt as uniform, wielding words and only if necessary, use my bare hands as deadly weapons...” A great hush spread throughout the ranks of armed soldiers and for several seconds the only sound that could be heard, was the wind moving swiftly across the planes of Saint Pierre-le-Moutier and the banners flapping in its wake. Then the general said out loud for all to hear. ”Behold soldiers, a boy wanting to fight in the uniform of a dress, for what is right and what is good!” the general paused for a second, then continued ”Let it henceforth be known, that fighting for righteousness and good is the will of god. If such is also the will of the heart, then what uniform you wear, is the will of god.” And with those words said, Jean D´arc mounted her white warhorse and lead the army on to a great victory.

 

Surely we all need to be prompted, to be brave, victorious and hopefully, finally one day, be proud of our self.

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