The Answer to My Prayers

I am, at times, very confused about who or what I am, and where this is taking me and my life. One minute, I can be ecstatic about being Janie, loving my femininity and my sexuality, tingling all over at the sheer energy I get from being her… and the next minute, I am wondering what kind of freak I am, why I pretend to be a woman when I am a man, how much of a destructive distraction all this is: harming my future, undermining my ambitions, risking my reputation, messing with my sexuality and threatening my relationship.

I think that one of the main impelling forces toward Janie’s emergence was sheer boredom with my life.

In some measure, I had worked all my life to achieve this so-called boredom.

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There is no “O” in Sex (sometimes)

I continue to be surprised by some of the insights I have gained in my journey between the genders.  Sometimes, I feel like a double-agent, infiltrating the feminine ranks in the dating game and bringing back valuable insights for the male side.

In her comments on one of my blog posts about a month ago, Trish reminded me about one such insight, and I have been meaning to write about it ever since, only getting to it now. (Sorry.)

Trish’s very frank comments talk about how she and the men she dates relate to each other, especially sexually.

What caught my eye was her comment about never having an orgasm yet totally enjoying herself.

…don’t know about “never” but…

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Darling, I Done Wrong By You

I woke up this morning in a pretty bad mood, and spent some time trying to unravel it.

The night before, GF got a bit upset at me for wasting my time on Chat on the computer. As much as she tried to couch it in terms of trying to help me avoid the regret of wasting time while there were so many things I needed to get done, I sensed a certain frustration of her own.

By morning, it seems I had inferred, rightly or wrongly, that my Janie-time was undermining my proper role as my GF’s mate. What was causing me my fitful mood was guilt… mainly, guilt that in becoming Janie, and spending as much time as I can as a girl, I was depriving my sweetie of the man with whom she expected to spend the rest of her life.

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Birds Do It… even Rockstars Do It

I have made mention several times in the recent past about crossdressing in popular media.

There is some dispute as to whether or not the portrayal of us, such as it is, is helpful or rather insulting, but what seems now undeniable is that we have been part of popular culture for hundreds of years.

I never noticed any reference to crossdressers in my childhood, but with a different set of eyes, watching reruns of everything from Bewitched to Get Smart, there we are!

And, of course, before that, there were references in Shakespeare, Greek mythology, Mark Twain, etc. 

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Gender in a Pill

I read, with great skepticism, a year-old article with an astounding premise: that gender can be changed by the manipulation of one gene!

The article is here.

The idea is that gender depends, at least in part, on the competing action of genes that are shared by both sexes.  That means that we all maintain the ability to change from one to the other, potentially…  The therapy actually changed the reproductive organs of the mice upon which it was conducted, and without adverse effect.

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