Syndication10 Dec 2007 - 10:33:34 pm
Formal Introduction
Oh my, silly of me to just blog along here when you have no idea who in the name of sweet apples I am.
Oh you may not care but then again, you may. You may feel the need to contact me, to get to know me, even if it is just to not want to like me.
I am a woman with a different start to the sweets of life. From a choice of many ( I mean I was not the only infant born on that very day of September 27, 1956, I mean come on what were the chances? ), I had to be selected to not be put together, in the normal sort of way. No, as luck would have it, I got the perfect female brain and female brain wiring and before you think so what, wait for the punch line OK.
When the signal, chromosome, genetic, gene, what ever it may be termed, sparked the natural signal to finalise the visible physical gender identity part (genitals) something really bad happened and there I was a female with perfect male genitalia and when the doctor said, "It's a boy", my life of misery began.
Oh self pity? Nope, fat chance, not me, not here, never. Anger? perhaps, not that it would serve any purpose other then to channel energy up or down the wrong tree.
Oh you may not care but then again, you may. You may feel the need to contact me, to get to know me, even if it is just to not want to like me.
I am a woman with a different start to the sweets of life. From a choice of many ( I mean I was not the only infant born on that very day of September 27, 1956, I mean come on what were the chances? ), I had to be selected to not be put together, in the normal sort of way. No, as luck would have it, I got the perfect female brain and female brain wiring and before you think so what, wait for the punch line OK.
When the signal, chromosome, genetic, gene, what ever it may be termed, sparked the natural signal to finalise the visible physical gender identity part (genitals) something really bad happened and there I was a female with perfect male genitalia and when the doctor said, "It's a boy", my life of misery began.
Oh self pity? Nope, fat chance, not me, not here, never. Anger? perhaps, not that it would serve any purpose other then to channel energy up or down the wrong tree.