yoker brian wrote:I'm rather attached to my "hawmaws" and thats all I'm saying!!
Good for you! Unfortunately someone installed the wrong operating system here and there's no device driver that will happily connect the dangleware to the brainware. In for a hardware upgrade two weeks tomorrow provided there's not another rending of the spacetimecontinuum. Imagine waking up from the anaesthetic after the op only to find yourself in the same space as your pre-op self with all the bits you should and shouldn't have...
Anyway, I know I've been rattling on about it rather a lot lately and I'm sorry if anyone finds it tedious. Hopefully I'll get through this next stage and in about six months it will all settle down.
Mind you, there aren't many of us who experience both sides of the fence, so to speak, and I'm sure that what I've gone through can provide enlightenment somewhere down the line. I know the discomfort of sweaty hawmaws (it was awful at half-four yesterday). I know that male motor-car designers don't allow for the sensitive nature of a teenage girl's breasts when they're growing. Or any hormonally induced pain in that area at any age...
I'll write it all up at some point, but for the time being, I'll offer up some food for thought, based on definite experience:
It's putting it slightly simplistically, but not by much...
Girls: the boy has two spuds down there. They are sensitive. If your boobs shrunk to that size and moved down there you'd have an idea why they're so important to the lads. They're vulnerable; they need treated with respect; they provide continuous reassurance of a man's masculinity, just as your boobs tell you and the world of your femininity. My god it hurts when they take a blow. It knocks the wind straight out of you.
Boys: the reverse applies, as any Haynes manual will tell you. Imagine your plums the size of melons on your chest and you'd not be far wrong. You wouldn't stay indoors playing with them all day if they suddenly appeared, any more than you'd do with your plums. You'd still get up and go about your business. Boobs are vulnerable too and they can be a burden rather than a joy sometimes, just as sweaty bollocks. I can't get a bra in my size because I have a man's skeleton and my boobs belong on a sixteen year-old girl. So if I have to run for a bus, I get black eyes and bruised knees. Oh, and aching boobs.
Sorry if that's a bit much for anyone (and really it belongs in another thread), but gender variance, as we call it affects us all. There are seven billion of us and we don't fit in two boxes.
We have our bits looked at when we're born and decisions made. If it's one thing you're going in that box; if it's the other you're going over there in the other box. It's not very helpful if you have an intersex condition. Really, the sensible thing to do is let the child grow up and at about age 4-6 they make their own decisions about gender, much as they come to terms with their sexuality during puberty.
It is reckoned that about 1% of the population is transgender. (Sorry Dex, no evidence immediately to hand, but I'll dig for it if necessary.) Including occasional cross-dressers this figure rises to about 7%.
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