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Challenges make life interesting, however, overcoming them is what makes life meaningful. – Mark Twain

Life has taken some unanticipated and less than desired turns as of late. There has been heartbreak and revelation, tears and trying moments, pity parties and plain ole bad days. But there’s also been processing and introspection, with a focus on how to do it better next time.

BDSM as a mechanism for personal growth never ceases to amaze me. Didn’t we get into this thing for the sex and the rush? For lots, yep.. that’s why we started. But for many of us it was just a springboard to looking deeper within ourselves to begin defining who we are, what we want, and other such things. Come for the sex, stay for the growth.

I thought I knew what  wanted from a submissive, from a partner. Things like control, power, structure, protocol, etc. Those things are still there. But recent developments have made me sit back and wonder, ‘What was missing? Why did things fall apart? What is it I wanted and didn’t know I wanted? What name does it bear?’

The answer came to me much more quickly than I would have expected: Devotion.

Forgetting the religious aspects of the word, the devotion I speak of here is defined as:

Yep, that’s it all right.

For me, this was one of those elementary, foundational ‘this is just how you do it’ kind of things. I assumed anyone who identified as submissive intrinsically felt this, simply because that’s always how I’d viewed it. It’s like teaching someone to wash their hands, you don’t always think to include telling them ‘now use soap..’ because it seems so obvious to you. But again with that self growth thing.. and a big part of that in BDSM and poly dynamics is realizing that we each bring our own histories and thoughts to an experience. Often this means words and concepts do not always mean the same to people as they do to you.

So we have the textbook definition of devotion, now what does that look like in real time and in relation to submission?  Here is a part of what it looks like to me:

• To want and desire with a full heart
• To set apart and above all things when practical
• To view or be viewed as special
• To think of that person and their needs and wants before your own a majority of the time and with consistency
• To act in an anticipatory manner so that the needs and wants of the person are met before a request is needed
• To look upon or be looked upon with eyes that are longing and eager to please
• To think of the self last
• To sacrifice personal comfort or wants for the other
• To be dedicated to making sure the other’s needs and desires are met
• To do all that is asked with sincerity and depth
• To perform with grace and enthusiasm for the greater cause
• To be transparent in communication and relaying emotional information
• To place one’s own well being and comfort in the hands of another after great thought and great trust with abandon
• Surrender of one’s will

There are others of course.. but the overall theme here is clear: to place another above yourself from a place of a desire.

Lest it seem I am asking for the moon, I am not unreasonable or entertaining visions of a god complex. If there are practical things like jobs, livelihoods, children, families, primary partners, emergencies, etc.. to be tended to then those should be seen to. But when at all possible, which actually is a goodly portion of the time; I want to be wanted, actively seeken out, to be served with enthusiasm, to have control freely given to me, to have someone be grateful for the effort I expend on them and return it in kind and more. I want someone who is devoted to me and my best interest.

This is how I have always approached a D/s dynamic as a submissive. I thought everyone did it the same way in this regard. Clearly, I needed to define it more. This is how I serve my Dominant. As a Dominant, this is how I want a submissive to serve me. Now that I have a more specific definition of it, I’ll be able to communicate this from the beginning for my next interaction.

New mistakes will be made in any future dynamic I enter into to be sure, but this one will be more easily intergrated I hope.

~kim

Kink In Motion

Posted from www.alpinesubdreams.com

Two Wednesdays ago was very special night. For the longest time, I’ve wanted a VCH (vertical clitoral hood) piercing but for one reason or another I never got it done.

PG knew that I’ve wanted to get it done and we were discussing that one night. It started out simple, I brought it up that I would like to do it with him there with me. Over the course of our conversations and the closer we become, the thought was mentioned to make it a special ceremony between us. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was right.

We knew we wanted it to be special and as sexy as piercing stores are, it wouldn’t of been the right atmosphere for us. We wanted it to be some place special to us. We also wanted the person who was doing the person to understand the D/s element of it and at the very least be comfortable and understanding with it. We found that with the best piercer in Vancouver who understood all of that.

The more we talked about it and waited, the more it meant. It’s a commitment to each other and to our relationship. Even though, we are both poly, we have a special relationship and bond.

After some organizing and patiently waiting, Wednesday night was here. We went out for sushi and headed back to my place for some intimate bonding before getting ready.  After setting up the sling, showering and bonding the cell phone rang and we were only minutes away.

That’s when I got nervous, this meant so much to us and was a significant act. When I get nervous (and happy) I giggle a lot. PG was great and supportive. He relaxed me, tied a breast harness on me and gave me a lot of kisses and hugs. The time came and I was in the sling, legs spread and PG standing beside me while holding my hand.

After I was cleaned, PG took the time to say some very sweet words which will remain private. It was really sweet and touching. My heart melted and feelings of love came rushing into me. It also left me speechless.

I was told to remember what this means and take deep breaths. There was a wow oh fuck when the needle went in. A couple of seconds later, the jewelry went in. I laid in the sling embracing the feelings with PG right there. The sensations rushing in me. After gaining a bit of composure, we talked about different things about the piercing such as how to clean it (urine is the fine) and about how long we would have to wait for certain activities.

The adrenaline rush hit me and I was bouncing all over the place. After saying goodbye to the amazing piercer, we spent the rest of the night together and celebrating our new commitment.

It was a magic and special night between us. The emotions, love and adrenaline was running high. This is surely a night that we will both remember and a special piece of metal in me that displays it.

My new article about why men fake orgasms is up at Alternet. Here’s the link and a blurb:

Why Men Fake Orgasms
http://www.alternet.org/sex/144729/why_men_fake_orgasms

Many women would be surprised to learn that men often fake orgasms. But why? Our limited, patriarchal view of sexuality, of course.

If you thought that only women faked orgasms, you’d be wrong. Plenty of men fake their way out of the sack. How on earth can a guy even fake an orgasm? What is he going to do, spray dish detergent and try to pass it off as semen? More importantly, why would a man want to pull off this kind of bluff?

OTHER ARTICLES AT ALTERNET

My Husband Can’t Get It Up — But We Still Have Viagra-Free Sex
(Reprint from Sexis Magazine)
http://www.alternet.org/story/142807/my_husband_can%27t_get_it_up_–_but_we_still_have_viagra-free_sex/

PG and I  played for the first time over 3 years ago. Our relationship has grown and expanded beyond what either of us thought it would be. For our anniversary, PG took me out for a romantic greek dinner. After that we got ready for our scene that we have wanted to do for awhile.

Our idea was to do a street walker scene. I was dressed in boots with a jacket over a dress. We wanted to still be in role but not bring any attention to ourselves. On the way home, we pulled into a side street where he dropped me off. I was probably outside for about 30 seconds before a drugged out female came up to me and got in my face. I couldn’t make out what she was saying but I was getting scared. I didn’t realize PG didn’t drive around the block but just turned around so I couldn’t see him but he could see me.

He quickly drove up and was ready to rescue me but I  jumped into the car. We tried to continue the role play and did an okay job at it until we both decided to stop and simply enjoy each other without the roles. It just goes to show you even when everything between two people is planned, communicate and negotiated out side forces can throw it off track.

It worked out perfectly and we had a wonderful anniversary night including an adventure. It’s been three years of growth, support, love, happiness and many kinky memories. Happy Anniversary Love.

Originally posted on Alpine Subdreams

Whodathunkit? When Dr. Alan Hirsch, the founder and neurological director of the Smell & Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago studied smells, he found that certain smells bring about arousal in men. One of those smells is perfect for Thanksgiving Day – pumpkin pie.

In one study of 31 men (who were, oddly enough, all recruited from a solicitation on “classic rock radio broadcasts”) the researchers found that while all scents had a positive impact on sexual arousal, certain smells impacted penile blood flow more than others. What smell got guys most hot and bothered? Pumpkin pie and lavender topped the charts, increasing penile blood flow and average of 40% compared to their base line state. Here are some of the other scents and how they measured up (taken from the Foundation website):

Lavender and pumpkin pie: 40%
Doughnut and black licorice: 31.5%
Doughnut and cola: 12.5%
Lily of the valley: 11%
Buttered popcorn: 9%
Cranberry: 2%

The good doctor also found scents that turn women on. Want to know what they are? Check my blog post on the subject to find out!

Why do women have orgasms? It’s obvious why men do – they ejaculate and that leads to pregnancy. A man’s orgasm helps to carry on the genetic line. So, why do women have orgasms? One theory to which I don’t subscribe is that women have orgasms much for the same reason that men have nipples. It’s a matter of parity. If men didn’t have nipples, women might evolve to lack nipples, and that would prevent them from nursing their young. Therefore, women’s orgasms are a benefit given to them to show parity in men having orgasms in order to ejaculate.

I don’t buy it for a second. This view reduces women’s sexuality to being “all about the men”, and that narrow view is a slap in the face to women. While I’ve had some difficulty coming lately, I do have orgasms quite regularly, and I can count the benefits without any problem whatsoever. Here are a few:

Want to know more? Read the rest at my blog.

EARLY RELEASE TODAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2009 – FERAL HEAT
Head to Romance Divine starting tomorrow and pick up your copy of my hot menage, erotic bondage werewolf romp, FERAL HEAT. The official release date is November 27, but Romance Divine is releasing it now so you may get it early.

Title: Feral Heat

Publisher: Romance Divine

Release Date: 27 Nov 2009

ISBN: 978-1-934446-72-0

Author: Elizabeth Black

Format: E-Book

Length: 22,571 words

Genre: Romance

Category: Erotic, Werewolf, Gay, Paranormal, Multiple-Partner, Threesome

Price: $4.99

Buy link: http://www.romancedivine.com/FeralHeat.html

Blurb:

Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.

Excerpt 1:

“We have a surprise for you,” Grant said. “I set this up while you were eating lunch.” He pulled down the sheets and comforter and pointed to the head of the bed. “Do you like what you see?”

At first, she wasn’t sure what peeked at her from behind the pillows. Black strips? What are they? Sam walked to one of the strips and unfastened it. She heard the sound of Velcro ripping. Oh, my God! They’re under-the-bed restraints! How long have these two been into bondage? Her pulse quickened as she thought of all the kinky possibilities in store for her now.

“I put the restraints on your bed earlier today. Consider them a ‘thank you’ present from me for letting me live with you for a few months. Now let Sam and I take care of you for the next few hours. We’ll fuck the tension out of you until you can’t do anything but drool.”

“I’d like that,” Amelia said. “So what do I do?”

“First, get out of your clothes,” Sam said. “We have more surprises for you.”

Within moments Amelia’s clothing lay on Sam and Grant’s pile. She scooted onto the bed, heart racing at the thought of the hot time she was about to have. She reclined, spread-eagle, and allowed Sam to restrain her wrists while Grant restrained her ankles. She’d had her eyes on both of them for several months, and felt thrilled, and a little nervous, over finally consummating her late night erotic fantasies. Feeling out of control and unable to move initially frightened her, since she didn’t like to feel helpless.

“Give in to us, Amelia.” Grant seemed to read her mind as he took a bottle from a small bag she hadn’t noticed before. He poured the liquid onto his palms and rubbed his hands together. He handed the bottle to Sam, who helped himself to some of the oil. The scent of rosemary wafted around her head and she inhaled the pleasant aroma, yielding to her desire to let go completely and let these two men tend to her needs.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Grant said. “We know you’ve been wanting this moment since you first saw the two of us. Give in to the helplessness. We’ll take good care of you. I know you’ve wanted the three of us to play for a long time, and now we’re going to make all your wishes come true.”

Grant and Sam started at her feet, rubbing her soles until her arches curled. Their fingers pressed in between each of her toes. As they massaged, her body relaxed, the tension melting from her legs and arms. She watched her two luscious lovers as they tended to her body, working out the knots in her calves and thighs, moving up her body until they reached her heat. Her pussy quivered, she desperately needed those talented fingers to massage her in her most intimate spot, but both men resisted. Amelia admired their bodies, glistening with sweat, and their erections drew her attention. I’m not the only one who’s aroused. She squirmed against the restraints, wishing fervently for her tormentors to touch her most sensitive spot, yet realizing they purposefully held off giving her the intense pleasure she needed. Restrained and helpless feels incredibly hot! I had no idea that giving in to the care of two sexy men could be so exciting!

They seemed so animal-like in their lust, much more so than they had a week earlier when she last worked with them. Grant’s hair and eyebrows seemed bushier, and if it wasn’t her imagination, both men seemed much more muscular than she last remembered. Grant’s arms bulged with muscle over muscle as he worked her thighs, and Sam’s blue eyes seemed even brighter and larger than they usually looked. She knew both of them could pin her to the bed with their bare arms if they had not already restrained her. With each passionate touch and gasp of breath, Amelia felt a bit of fear, since she had never seen these two delicious men so aroused, but she gave in to her feeling of being overpowered and at their mercy. Their mere touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Excerpt 2:

Grant stretched out on the grass, arms behind his head and legs extended, waiting for Sam’s gentle touch. When Sam’s hand stroked his chest, his heart skipped, even Sam’s slightest touch aroused him. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what he knew was coming. Sex will take my mind off my hunger. There’s nothing as distracting as a good blow job, especially from Sam. Grant relished Sam’s exquisite blow jobs, and he knew Sam would not disappoint him now. I need him, need his touch on me, anything to take my mind off this burning need for flesh. Sam’s lips brushed Grant’s shoulder, and then traveled down his chest to rest near his groin. Grant closed his eyes so he could fully enjoy Sam’s kiss, waiting until he felt those soft lips against his cock.

Sam’s lips wrapped around Grant’s cock, and in response Grant dug his fingers into the earth. With a gentle movement, those lips and mouth stroked his shaft, making him jump in Sam’s mouth. No other man ever had this kind of effect on me. I melt in his arms at his mere touch. Sam’s tongue, slick and warm, flicked in circles around Grant’s shaft, and Grant felt his erection grow harder as Sam’s tongue moved faster around him. Sam alternated between stroking Grant’s shaft with his tongue and then sucking hard on his head, all the while rolling his balls in his hand. Grant moaned and stiffened as Sam took all of him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving him wild. Grant grabbed Sam’s head, pushing him harder against his cock, taking in his entire length, and Grant felt so close to coming his heart raced in his chest.

The sound of motors interrupted his passion. Grant opened his eyes in time to see a shooting star skitter below the full moon. Who is stupid enough to drive into the forest knowing there are wolves about? Little do they know what really lurks in Dogtown… Two burly men on dirt bikes bounced into the forest clearing as Grant and Sam rushed to find cover behind a copse of maple trees. To Grant’s horror, the two men stopped in the middle of the clearing and stepped away from their bikes. One grabbed a twelve pack of beer while the other wielded a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Hey, Lewis, toss me a brew. This heat is making me thirsty.”

Lewis tore open the twelve pack and threw a bottle at his friend. “You sure we should be out here? With the wolf warnings and all?”

“What are you, chicken shit? We ain’t gonna see no wolves. Besides, I got my gun.” He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and waved it in the air, setting off one round.
“Are you out of your mind, man? Don’t go attracting attention to us out here!”

“Those two aren’t going to go away any time soon, are they?” Sam growled in a whisper.

“No, and they smell like they’ve been drinking for hours. I can smell their sweat and stale booze breath from here.” Hackles stood up on Grant’s back as he watched the two men guzzle their beer. The lust for blood and fresh kill overwhelmed him, and he clawed the ground with his razor sharp claws.

My hair spills down my back, damp tendrils of curl wildly dancing around my face as humid night slides across my flushed skin and the warm breath of summer breathes hot along the dark road which stretches ahead of the gambolling dogs. I walk the night and gaze up at the sliver of moon which hangs low on the horizon, golden light glowing in the glimpse into the world beyond.

My body feels swollen and fecund, breasts loose under the thin material of my summer dress, engorged, nipples distended and clearly delineated. Skin bared by the skimpy dress stings slightly in the slight breeze which ruffles a slight relief across my moist skin, and I smile as I recall past pleasure. I look about but the night is mine and the shrouded misty street is empty. I reach into the bodice and cup the warm, plump flesh then sighing, release first one, then the other breast to jounce slightly, their slight weight freed from the meagre constraint of cotton, the soft flesh bared to the gloaming night.

I look down and see the pale flesh glow in the refracted light of streetlamps, the nipples dark and swollen. A bruise blooms on the inner curve of my left breast and when I run my fingers gently over the darkened flesh, a slight ache brings a twinge between my thighs.

Slipping into the house a little later, my flesh contracts, the tiny hairs on my arm stiffening as the air conditioning blows cool against my humid flesh. I slip into the dark room, the hiss of the air conditioner breathing in the background as I kneel on the bed, sheets cool beneath my knees.

Barely touching, I pull the sheet down his body and shiver as his unique scent drifts through the cool of the room, an atavistic response to a scent as familiar to me as my own. I lean, breasts hanging, falling from my rib cage, nipples yearning toward the warm, sleeping flesh. I breathe along the length of his body until I reach the sweet juncture of his groin where his length lies quiescent along one strong thigh.

Opening my lips I exhale along the tender, soft flesh, tongue trailing, barely touching its salty tip. I nestle my mouth into the juncture of thighs and tightening my lips push against his loose scrotum, then lick strongly along the perineum. In the light which drifts from the hallway, my eyes gleam in the dusk of the room and watch as he stirs and smile as the soft flesh jerks and shivers.

My fingers dance between his thighs and I hear him sigh and breasts trembling, I follow my eyes to his humid cock and envelop his length in my warm mouth, lips sealing. I feel his flesh jerking and lengthening, hardening as my tongue probes and licks and my mouth suckles at his root, pulling it up and out from the tender, delicate flesh of his scrotum.

His breath catches in the quiet of the room and then quickens as my mouth works rhythmically, my tongue dancing lightning quick around the pulsing length, dipping and rimming the sweet hooded tip, lapping, cheeks hollowing as I pull him deep into my throat. My other hand captures my breast which jounces as my head bobs and I squeeze it reflexively, my fingers indenting its smooth freckled flesh.

Not yet ritual yet comfort and a sweet sensuous moment in a chaotic life of demand and need and reluctant, sighing, my lips loosen and I slowly release his throbbing length to lie solid against his belly and gently, delicately, drop butterfly kisses along its length and up the warm torso and nestle into the crook of his neck and pull his scent deep.

Sighing, I rise and crawl off the bed to face my day, leaving him slumbering and dreaming dulcet dreams of creamy thighs and warm mouths.

The first time Robert tried physical intimacy with a woman after Lilly’s curse was when he hooked up with a friend who’d been a former fuck buddy.  “Do you wanna hook up tonight for old time’s sake,” Nadia said during a random phone call one day.

“What do you mean by hook up?  A round of beer?  A night of dancing?  Be more specific,” he said.  Robert loved goading Nadia.

“Hook up, hook up.  I need a good lay.  You know how we used to be fuck buddies before I met Joe.  He and I broke up over six months ago, and I need to release some tension,” she said.  Nadia sounded like she was chewing gum as she talked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.  You know where to find me.”  Robert wondered if Nadia was wearing anything.  It had been awhile since he last saw her, and she normally meant business when discussing sex.  He wondered why she and Joe broke up, but he didn’t ask.  Why ruin her desire to have a friendly fuck?

[DISCLAIMER: Both Pygar and Lilly are wonderful people and I don’t in any way intend to impugn or criticize their opinions. I think they are as entitled to their viewpoints as I am to mine and enjoy the dialogue that is subsequently created when we disagree! they both ROCK.

2. No animals were hurt in the making of this rant.

In a recent blog (see here), Pygar related an experience with a post-op transsexual woman, about whom only in hindsight did he realize she was once, physiologically, male. His question was, should she have informed him of her status beforehand? The discussion centres primarily on whether or not a post-op transsexual has a moral imperative to inform potential partners of their sex change?

It has engendered an interesting and lively discussion. Lilly’s “rant-on” (see here) reflects her strong belief that not telling is, in her view, a form of deceit.

As my own opinion is unequivocally that the lady had NO imperative – moral or otherwise – to reveal what is in fact her private and personal business and is ultimately irrelevant to who she is, I thought I would outline my arguments.

First, from a biological perspective, there is ample and irrefutable evidence that gender is not based on physiological sexual characteristics. How we present physically is not always commensurate with the thought process, emotional needs and gender-choice that an individual internalizes as real to them. Studies have revealed, again and again, that nature is fluid when it comes to sexual orientation. From observations of homosexuality among numerous species (not just homo sapiens) to case studies of people – and animals – who despite having the sexual characteristics of one gender, live and present as the other sex are there for the asking.

In short, nature screws up – quite often.

A case in point would be the sad history of hermaphrodites in our society. From freaks displayed in circuses, an almost equally repugnant trend began in more “enlightened” times when babies carrying both sets of sexual organs were almost inevitably “turned into” females. Arguments were specious, fulsome and full of scientific jargon as to the necessity and reason for choosing the female sex when both gender sexual organs were present. The reality was simply it is easier to create a vagina than a penis. This caused a great deal of distress and emotional pain to individuals who would have identified as male (not to talk about those content to carry BOTH – as they were born).

The reality is that many of the characteristics we identify with gender are actually artificially imposed dictates of largely paternalistic and misogynist religious dogma. Like many of the prejudices we internalize as fact, the reality is that most of our biases arise as a result of societal imperatives and dictates – NOT because the issues are inherently ‘wrong’ or “unnatural”.

Second, identifying females as female BECAUSE of owing a vagina and breasts and males as being MALE because they have penis and testicles, then we are certainly narrowing down the realities to an unacceptable level. So if a woman has a double mastectomy- does that make her “less female”? If a man is for whatever reason, emasculated by having penis and/or testicles removed – is he “less male”. What about individuals who experience some form of trauma to their sexual organs (i.e. are not born that way) through disease, accident or malicious intent? Are they somehow then NOT the sex they presented as originally?

Third, undertaking an operation that will permanently change your sexual characteristics is fraught with anxiety, emotional trauma and is the result (I would think in pretty well every case) of a lifetime of confusion, distress and insight. Nor is the medical profession quick to perform such a task. Candidates must go through a rigorous and drawn-out period of emotional, psychological and physical testing to qualify. It is, when is said and done, intensely and powerfully, personal.

On the religious front argument, if you believe in god- how can you then turn around say “he” made a “mistake”?? i.e. these individuals feel to the core of who they are that they trapped in a body which outwardly does not reflect who they are. They were (if that is your belief) “MADE” that way by god – so HOW can it be wrong to correct that?

Fourth, from any perspective, I fail to see why someone is required to reveal their previous gender to a casual sexual partner. If indeed, a relationship formed and it looked as if what began as casual was turning serious for both, I think it probably a good idea to discuss when a rapport, mutual trust and mutual commitment is starting to form. Any relationship must have at its core, honesty and a sense of trust. By the same token, I think it honourable when entering into what looks to be a long-term commitment to be honest about a lot of other things too.

I equate discussing your previous gender on the same lines as sharing information about your upbringing, family issues and/or past emotional trauma – only to be shared with someone with whom you feel a committed, caring and mutually trusting relationship is being formed.

Fifth, CHOICE: Although I see Lilly’s point about “choice”, I don’t necessarily agree. One is entitled on a moral –hell, a LEGAL perspective to offer full disclosure when it comes to certain things. Like if you have HIV. Or herpes. Or some other sexually transmitted or other form of transmittal disease (i.e. Hep C is transmittable through body fluids and mucus membranes but not necessarily sexually-related).

But I feel strongly I am NOT compelled on any level to offer full disclosure about certain parts of my life that I consider irrelevant except to someone with whom I am planning to form a committed and long-term relationship. I do not believe even in a committed relationship that an individual has to vomit out every single emotional trauma, moral dilemma, past relationship or experience that has ever taken place in their lives. I truly, honestly and sincerely feel that each of us is entitled to some privacy of thought and emotion, no matter how close you are.

Because transgender issues are so fraught with controversy, I DO believe it would be wise to share this with a potential life partner or one runs the risk of your potential partner feeling betrayed down the road when it comes out (and secrets ALWAYS come out). In that sense, yes, that is where the element of choice comes in.

Like any bred in the bone prejudice – some form of which we ALL exhibit – I think one of the most persistent and prevalent viewpoints regarding transgender individuals is a stubborn insistence on seeing them as ultimately REALLY “male” or REALLY “female”, despite the reality that from almost their earliest memories they truly, sincerely, completely and utterly felt themselves trapped in a body which did not reflect their internal vision of self. And when they then successfully take their physical body and create a shell which then reflects their inner conviction, there is a vast majority of the population which continues to tell them they are “wrong” – that they are in fact the sex they were born.

The bottom line is that it is NOT my place to tell someone who they should live their lives – nor in what form – that is an intensely personal choice and one which I respect.