I hope that everyone has a wonderful Gobbler's Day and 

My Day of Rememberance for my sister

 Ah the teen years!  I spent half of my time avoiding people that could become a problem in my later life (that is IF I had stayed living at home).  Again I would roam the city, finding amazing things that peaked my interests.  I found something that would give me some direction later on in life.  I discovered, purely by accident, where a few trans girls hung out.  Unfortunately, it was also a place raided by the cops on a regular basis (this was in the 60's).  Some of the girls were full time prostitutes (trans-women) and others were either part time (drag queens) or just doing it for show (crossdressers).

There was one very pretty young lady, in her very early twenties that sort of took me under her wing.  This was the first time I had ever heard the word transsexual.  As I got to know her, I found that many other girls like her, ending up in the porn world to, not only keep a roof over their heads and food in their tummies, but to help pay for the estrogen shots and meds that helped turn them into women.  Her ultimate goal was to save up enough money to go abroad, where they had doctors that performed operations to turn them into the correct gender.

For more information about the history of trans life, might I suggest reading:  https://www.umass.edu/stonewall/sites/default/files/Infoforandabout/transpeople/genny_beemyn_transgender_history_in_the_united_states.pdf

She taught me about learning who I was and to try and determine what my life's goal would be.  I learned about how to take care of my body, what drugs were available to try and stave off the testosterone poisoning my body was making and where to find doctors that would help in the process.  She always stressed to me that I should never try and do it myself, because of the effects of blackmarket HRT back then.  She also taught me about life in general.  Something that I couldn't find in books or from my family. She became my big sister.  

Sadly I learned, a year after I left the area, she was killed by some sleaze ball who came into the park and injured several of the girls and killed my sister.  The even saddest part was that I wasn't there for her and to attend her funeral.

I'll continue this later when I can pull myself together.

Got it stuck in my head!!!!!

The song that I would constantly sing when I younger

 When you wish upon a star

Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

 OK so maybe I need to give a bit of insight into who I am.  The quick story is, I'm 68 and have roamed around the world for many years.  In the last 10 + years I finally found that staying in one place wasn't so bad.  I'm finally finding out what it's like to not be a nomad.

Next question most ask is when did I start questioning my gender.  I have to admit that I was a product of a big family that never threw away anything including clothes till they were beyond repair.  With that in mind, I've seen pictures of me in nightgowns, girls tee-shirts, skirts and even Mary Janes when I was 3.  I also remember wearing panties that one of my cousins never wore because she got too big for her britches..Sorry I couldn't resist..  I played with dolls, had tea parties with my sister and her friends and all my friends back then were girls. The girls jeans, blouses, tee-shirts went on till I was 5 gong on 6.

Then it was on to my school years.  That was when all the girls clothes started disappearing and boys clothes became the norm.  I hated having to wear the new clothes but my mother and aunts worked hard to convinced me that I was a boy.  There were several other events in my life that confused me more than ever but I'll be honest with you I really don't want to get into those events.  I started hearing the words sissy, nancy boy and few other slurs that still bring tears to my eyes thinking about it.

From 6 on it was almost somewhat normal childhood.  There weren't many kids in my neighborhood, my age, and the few boys I know from school were bullies that loved to torment me.  That was until I started fighting back and they backed down and never bothered me again.  So I started wandering into Center City.  Between the museums, library and stores I found enjoyment with life.  It was the ladies sections in the department stores that peaked my interest.  I looked at all the dresses and casual wear dreaming what I would look like in them.  Any time I was shopping/browsing I was always wearing panties, my girl's shorts and blouses that I manage to hide from the dreaded purge or borrowed from my sister.  

A few times I narrowly escaped getting caught without an adult but managed to talk my way out of the situation.  Oh for the good old days where kids could roam without fear and control.

In my teens, I started to gravitate towards being a normal boy. I have to say that if I hadn't joined the Civil Air Patrol, my life could have been VERY different.  It was there that I learned more about what a boys life should be and how to sort of blend in with others.  It was also my stepping stone into the military.

I'll continue this little life's saga after I get out and clean up what Eta brought.  I hate it when visitors come and just dump crap and leave it to me to clean up after them...LOL!