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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost 1920

I'm your friendly neighborhood transgendered person, working through a transition from who I was trying to be, to who I think I really am. Confusing, isn't it?

This site has been up since 1997. My purpose was to add my story to those of other people like me, since those other stories had been such an inspiration. Knowing we are not alone with our thoughts and feelings can make quite a difference, when different is what you are. By sharing these things, I hope to add a little to the understanding of the transgendered condition. Perhaps the random visitor who has never encountered this way of being before might see that transgender is simply another natural variation of the human condition, not something evil or perverse.

For those of you who don't know what gender transition is all about, it starts out as a roller coaster, with joy and sorrow, excitement and disappointment. It is a journey of discovery, to peel back the layers of the onion, so to speak, exposing the inner person.

It's not easy to describe to ordinary people who have always been comfortable with their gender, but even though I lived as a typical guy for everyone to see for many years, I never felt I belonged among the tribe of men. No, I was different, and it became increasingly hard to pretend to be someone I wasn't. So I felt compelled to begin this journey.

In August of 1995, I finally set off in earnest on the road less traveled.

I've had a great life so far, with few regrets, so some may wonder why a person would suddenly get so stirred up to change it. I have no answer for that. The time to begin this journey chose me rather than the other way around. The need to be myself reached a point where I couldn't continue on as I was. I suppose other people have all sorts of other life-changing impulses that they can't ignore, so c'est la vie.

I've kept a detailed but mostly boring personal journal for awhile, mainly for the therapeutic value, but the stories of people like myself are very similar, and you may want to visit some of the sites listed in my links page, where you can find inspiring, beautifully written accounts of journeys like mine.

Friends who wish to keep up with observations, tales, and pictures from my journey can visit my section entitled, Isn't life strange? or can view my monthly blog.

Occasionally, my muse sings, and I'm inspired to write something.  I like the essay style best. Here are some of my musings and whatnot.

I've put together a few things about the psychology of the transgendered condition that I found helpful.

I read about and correspond with others like myself, and I occasionally save writings and threads from other people which touched or inspired me.

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