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First and foremost, lets get THIS part out of the way. (AHEM)

... if you are curious about anything relating to my gender identity, here are a few links to articles that are very decent at explaining some of what I experience on a day to day basis.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_identity_dysphoria

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genderqueer


I am HYPOSEXUAL.

I do not have sex.

I am currently only looking for

a Daddy/Uncle

for my little side.





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Now on for the good stuff.


I have no clue what is happening to me. But I do know this:

Oh my friend, I prefer to sing, to laugh, to dream, to travel light in my own way to see things as they are, and speak out without fear, to cock my hat at any angle that I choose, to duel if necessary for a quick “yes” or “no.” I prefer to work alone without any thought of reward, to scorn fame for a journey to the moon. Never write a line that does not ring with sincerity. I shall be content with the fruits and flowers that grow in my garden, no matter how small, because they belong to me. Then if success should come my way, no tribute ever need be paid to Caesar, whatever fortune or misfortune that happens shall be mine and only mine.

And although I may never reach the stature of a great oaken tree, I shall never be a parasitic vine. I will climb perhaps to no great height, but I will . . . climb . . . alone.

~ Theme from Cyrano

Namaste.

I am Gabe.

29 year old gender fluid FtM.


I wear many silly hats in life.

Here are a few:

*Sapiosexual
*Little
*Brat
*Pet
*Slave
*Service sub
*Cuddler extraordinaire
*Top/Dom/Sadistic Evil Genius
*Kitchen maverick
*Muffin Man

There are many things in life I seek:

*Friends
*Events
*A pet lobster named Fluffy
*Boot blacking mentor
*A great cup of coffee
*New recipes to try
*Non-sexual companionship

I'm going to be blunt. I am a gay guy.


My sexual orientation implies sexual relations.


I am, at heart, a nonsexual creature.


I can LOVE unconditionally and your gender isn't the deciding factor.


There is a difference between

sexual orientation

and what the heart needs.


Its complicated, complex and nuanced but so am I.
Love me or hate me, I won't change who and what I am.

I am pre-T non-Op female to male transsexual.

This means I identify as male but have a vagina and tits

and am not on hormones.

I want to pursue surgical correction in some areas

and not in others

and that is just something that makes me unique.

I'm a dude with a vag.

Weirder things have happened.

I am a human rights activist

with a focus on ending homelessness

within the LGBT.


That is my passion. Helping people is my drive.

I am very nuanced, intelligent, charismatic,

compassionate, loving and loyal by nature.

I am a lover of books, art and writing.

I am a graphic artist and writer by trade.

I run a small crafting business making plushies, coloring books,

hats, duct tape wallets and tattoo concept art.

I may be a very gentle person but I have this wicked little

tendency to let my evil side out to play. The feel of a wooden paddle in my hands is very akin to the feel of a scalpel in the hands of a surgeon. I firmly believe in the necessity of aftercare cuddles and snuggles.

And bandaids.

What it means to be a sapiosexual for ME:

I am a HUGE geek and intelligence is by far my BIGGEST turn on. Its sexy. Reach in, touch my mind before you ever touch my flesh .I will be putty in your hands.

I am a maverick in the kitchen. Hand me a recipe

and the ingredients and let me go to town.

That makes me SO happy.

I love to cook for friends.

I need an excuse to try out new recipes

and am DYING to do a little baking and cooking for friends.

I use ALL male pronouns for myself and wish to be respected

in same by you. Just because I'm a man with a vagina and tigglies does not mean anything about my gender. I'm a man.

One of the things that I really have a strong interest in is boot blacking. I learned how to do that back in Tucson in 2010 but

haven't had a chance to try my hand. I know how to

strip down to the virgin leather, reapply the polish and

make the black a TRUE black. And I know how to do a "spit shine". Thats about it.

I want to learn more.

The smell of the saddle soap, the polish, it is absolutely delicious. I really want to find a mentor who can teach me the trade. My dream would be to someday attend a Boot Blacking competition.

Anyways, just as much as I am evolving,

my profile is shifting and changing and rearranging

itself to fit me.


4/13/2013 5:43:15 PM

You found the page of a very lost soul. You manage to find this entry, consider yourself something of a novelty hunter because you won't find something worth reading about. What you will find, however, is the scrawlings of a lost little boy with a broken soul and no heart to shatter, but dust and damnation. Sometimes I wish I could just unravel the knot that keeps me alive but that, my wandering fool, isn't as easy as cutting the middle and letting it fall apart on it's own time. Its never so easy.

 

I'm 29 years old, or 29 years young. I'm 29 years into a life that has perhaps 5 years of cognitive capacity left. Yeah, I'm dying. Some say "We're all dying" but those fools don't know the words they speak ring hollow and dull to the ears of those with true terminal ailments sucking away whatever worth to life that clings yet. Whats eating me? Neurological disease, mental health issues born of this disease, unmedicated and unable to BE medicated, no treatment to lessen the bruising of reality's cruel punch in the gut. There is no slowing, no ceasing this decline and journey into oblivion. The inevitable end looms and is licking at my heels with every waking moment.

 

I'm lost in a life I never intended. I've trusted the untrustworthy, I've loved the unloving, I've cared for the cruel, and I have reaped the rewards of this foolishness. I've lost family, I've been abandoned by all those I loved, I've lost the most precious reason for living, my beautiful children. I can never get back these precious moments, and I've lost a lifetime worth of memories that will never me. Imagine the one thing that makes your life worth living, the one thing that drives you and makes your heart feel like every single electric impulse that drove your blood was worth the breaths you take and seconds of open eyes and willingness to live. Imagine its gone forever, stripped away like thin paint on a tin foil wall. Burnt in the forest of your waking, reduced to nothing but ash. This is my living nightmare. Every moment of my life. Death would be a mercy.

 

I have lost the will to love. I have shunned everything gentle and caring, everything calming, everything soft that wishes to comfort this aching soul. I have pushed away the very concept of loving again, afraid of it's reach and ability to bring to the surface the real truth of my shattered reality. I cannot be made vulnerable to this touch, this sense of vulnerability that transcends how healing love can be. You may think me a fool, and you'd be right. Why turn from the thing that can even slightly dull the blade that cuts me? Because I do not deserve to know such kindness.

 

Don't know what to do with this life I live, don't know that it matters at all really. Not sure what I'm supposed to dream beyond the pain because no amount of dreaming sweet dreams will matter to me. SO every dream is a cruel joke, a nightmare, with eyes open and with mind asleep. Nothing changes that truth. Nothing.

 

So I speak soft words in the infinite void, weep tears like an ocean of mourning to drown my fragile ship, hoping beyond hope that perhaps that single mercy, that last act of love and kindness, will hasten and find me. But I won't help it along, though I may oft dream to do so, because perhaps, just perhaps, there is some work to be done by mine own hands that only time will reveal. So I live yet. And with what do I do with the days of waking? I pretend to be alive. But I know I can never convince myself. Not really.

3/26/2013 11:14:25 PM

I've dealt with an awful lot of prejudice and bigotry from people over the years. We all know the type. I'm not going to start rattling off examples because they're really good at doing that work for me.

Anyways, there has been a phenomenon recently that I puzzled over deeply, trying to figure out the origin of an issue I encountered. You see, I was a member of an age players group where there were bullies. There was hate. There were guys trying to dictate how someone else was supposed to identify or use their profiles. That was annoying and troubling but that wasn't the part that really shredded my wheat.

It was when a gay guy told me that I shouldn't be welcome in a boys group due to the fact I do not have a penis that really upset me.

Now my friends know I'm a very gentle loving sort of guy. I'll stick up for those who do no harm and just want to coexist within the community like a soldier, I'll laugh at silly jokes with the best of them. I will not, however, abide bigotry.

It got me thinking... we're all on because we have some sort of desire we wish to either express, share, explore, fantasize about or just learn more about. But sometimes people get caught up with thinking that what is on our profiles is all about the kinks and fetishes we have.

It really dawned on me that some people think that my identification as being FtM transsexual pertains to my kink mindset. FtM is my gender identity, not my kink and certainly not my hobby. Its my life, not lifestyle. I don't do it as a part time kink. Its who I am.

Ok, I get it, some people don't understand the trans umbrella embodies a larger community. There are FtM, MtF, GenderQueer, Bi Gender, Third Gender, no gender, and I'm sure I missed one or two but the idea here is that the T community is nuanced and full of variety. Some include cross dressers into the T community and thats fine if you do but I don't. Its not that I am trying to not be inclusive because I love and respect the LGBT and all its nuanced members throughout. Its a matter of perspective.

If you identify as one gender and then on a part time hobbyist role don clothes of the opposite gender, that is your right to do so and I won't judge you for it, but there is a great difference between taking that role off at the end of the night and living it full time. There are many differences that a lot of people do not take the time to consider and that is where the problem lies.

Cross dressers don't have to worry about the medical aspect and psychological ramifications of transitioning into the desired gender identity. Look at our society fighting over same sex marriage rights and its not difficult to see that we, as a society, are not exactly a healthy environment to be different. Sure there are a lot of welcoming accepting folks in the world but there are also a lot of hateful bigots who won't think twice about being violent towards someone they feel is a "freak". I know this first hand. I had a knife pulled on me on a train in Chicago less than 4 months after I came out as Trans and began my transition into full time male identified living. It was terrifying. There are people who don't like cross dressers and will be cruel and violent towards them also, but as similar as the trials and tribulations can seem, they are also vastly different on different scales altogether.

Here on its easy to confuse a person's kink and sexual proclivities for the basic person they are and bring to the table. If you think a person's gender is just a fetish, you might be egregiously wrong about them or you might be right, but it isn't your right to decide that for them. We all live our own lives and are who we are at our core despite the ideas and thought schools constructed by our society. We are not all the same. Some dare to be different on a larger level than others but being different isn't wrong or gross, so long as none are harmed. Its about respecting one another for who we are and accepting that no 2 people are entirely the same. Except for clones. But that is besides the point.

If nothing else, I want to leave you with this: Do not judge one another based on what makes us all different without first understanding the person for who they are beyond the realm of our kinks. Get to know one another, take a genuine interest in learning about the nuances that makes us all beautifully wonderfully fabulously different. Don't tear another person down for being outside your ideal of what is right or wrong. And to those beautiful souls who dare to be different, I say this: Be you. Do not compromise your genuine originality for the sake of placating the hatred of bigots the world over. Be true to you. Live an authentic life. You be you, I'll be me, and thats the way it ought to be.

~Gideon, being Gideon

KarmasChyld
 
 Age: 20
  Tennessee