Anne2345
01-06-2012, 02:40 PM
Please forgive me, as I transcribe these words, for failing to transfer any real message of substance herein. I am but a mere tranny. I am transgendered, and one of many on this forum that range from the simple, happy go lucky transvestite to the diehard, staunch transsexual.
Regardless of where you stand within the trans spectrum, we transpose the feminine over the masculine, and transform accordingly.
At times, as I contemplate transfiguring, I walk around in a trance, as if tranquilized. I am in search of the ever elusive sanctity offered by the concept of tranquility. It is as if my soul is a transceiver of sorts – I both receive and transmit feminine characteristics and traits. In this, my thoughts are both transient and transparent, if not confusing. Although the simple, transdermal pleasure derived from donning feminine attire is magnificent unto itself, would that I could transport myself into the body of a female, all would be well with the world.
As it currently stands, such a transferal is impossible. Society is harsh, fails to understand me, and would otherwise transport me away, perhaps to Transylvania with all of the other scary monsters that have plagued society for centuries and centuries. A transcript of society’s collective agreement that we should be swept under the carpet, should such an agreement be transcribed, would undoubtedly be steeped in disapproving transparency. As our collective cause is transmitted via this forum and other venues, however, we one day shall transcend the bigotry, hate, fear, and discrimination, and transition to a peaceful, transmundane existence.
Until societal ignorance is transplanted, though, I remain transfixed exactly where I am now, quite weary of the world, and ever cautious of the events transpiring around me. In this, I do not need a translator, I can translate the message myself. The translucent explication is simple, although fear may be a difficult beast to tame - within reason, do those things you desire to do, and take joy in so doing.
Transmission over.
Regardless of where you stand within the trans spectrum, we transpose the feminine over the masculine, and transform accordingly.
At times, as I contemplate transfiguring, I walk around in a trance, as if tranquilized. I am in search of the ever elusive sanctity offered by the concept of tranquility. It is as if my soul is a transceiver of sorts – I both receive and transmit feminine characteristics and traits. In this, my thoughts are both transient and transparent, if not confusing. Although the simple, transdermal pleasure derived from donning feminine attire is magnificent unto itself, would that I could transport myself into the body of a female, all would be well with the world.
As it currently stands, such a transferal is impossible. Society is harsh, fails to understand me, and would otherwise transport me away, perhaps to Transylvania with all of the other scary monsters that have plagued society for centuries and centuries. A transcript of society’s collective agreement that we should be swept under the carpet, should such an agreement be transcribed, would undoubtedly be steeped in disapproving transparency. As our collective cause is transmitted via this forum and other venues, however, we one day shall transcend the bigotry, hate, fear, and discrimination, and transition to a peaceful, transmundane existence.
Until societal ignorance is transplanted, though, I remain transfixed exactly where I am now, quite weary of the world, and ever cautious of the events transpiring around me. In this, I do not need a translator, I can translate the message myself. The translucent explication is simple, although fear may be a difficult beast to tame - within reason, do those things you desire to do, and take joy in so doing.
Transmission over.