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.
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ReplyDeleteJust so everyone who wondered why I deleted this post, it's because I am slowly moving away from that screen name and was just checking to see how the allow comments works.
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