My Daughter is 25 now and she is a writer ive always been honest about being a cder since she was very young dressed in front of her and everything well ive always wondered how she truely felt well she wrote a poem that brought me to tears here it is:
"Him and Her"
Raised not by one, or two, but three
Howerver strange for others to see
None of them affect what it is to me
Because my greatest influence what not him, but she
He projected anger, she projected love
He held me back, she pulled me above
He could be rough, while she was like a dove
He didnt get females, she fit them like a glove
Now dont get me wrong, I care for each one
Its simply he was hardend, but she was like the sun
He and she the same person until it was done
Because at the end of it all, it was she who had won.
"For my dad, a crossdresser who has taught me much about tolerance and love. "
all I can say is WOW