Inna
05-20-2015, 04:41 PM
as I do not write here anymore, I do visit sometimes to see how those whom I have known are doing, as well as new comers and their stories and subjects at hand. How different of a world it is today, and it had only been 5 years.
Major celebrities, sports, science, fashion, business, the news brings out yet another story of suffering through gender spectrum.
yet, as I title this post, however delightful the step into the truth of self can be, what follows is a treacherous road into reality of being.
My life is certainly been a pandemonium of emotional upheaval in relearning everything there is to know of how I relate to the world around me.
I must say, I have done a ok job, and now enjoy the fruit of my labor, as I harvest amongst fields of womanhood.
I get to be a subject of mans desire not through poetic verses I used to write about, but in reality at hand.
It truly feels good.
Yet, what everyone who had immersed their being into transition and successfully arrived at the desired destination knows, that there will always exist patina of consciousness of where we came from.
Undesirable reality of body once ravished by chemistry we so resented and which seemed entirely foreign.
I can not imaging loving someone and not sharing my struggle in truth, yet I also can not imagine this loved one seeing anything other then the person I now am, as this is the truth that always been.
Delightful disaster of a life experience I would never forsake for any other.....
Major celebrities, sports, science, fashion, business, the news brings out yet another story of suffering through gender spectrum.
yet, as I title this post, however delightful the step into the truth of self can be, what follows is a treacherous road into reality of being.
My life is certainly been a pandemonium of emotional upheaval in relearning everything there is to know of how I relate to the world around me.
I must say, I have done a ok job, and now enjoy the fruit of my labor, as I harvest amongst fields of womanhood.
I get to be a subject of mans desire not through poetic verses I used to write about, but in reality at hand.
It truly feels good.
Yet, what everyone who had immersed their being into transition and successfully arrived at the desired destination knows, that there will always exist patina of consciousness of where we came from.
Undesirable reality of body once ravished by chemistry we so resented and which seemed entirely foreign.
I can not imaging loving someone and not sharing my struggle in truth, yet I also can not imagine this loved one seeing anything other then the person I now am, as this is the truth that always been.
Delightful disaster of a life experience I would never forsake for any other.....