So, I am back, and a lot as changed in my life at this point of my transition. I am actually starting to feel like I should have always been. I am not there yet, but I am getting closer as time moves on. This marks 1 year and 9 months of being on HRT, and NO other work has been done to me in regards to my transitioning.
once again, for anyone that does not know, I am a Kathoey (Katoey - see definition below): The reason that I have chosen this term is for spiritual reasons, and the fact that I grew up, and was raised in many Asian countries such as: Sembawang, Singapore; Tokyo, Japan; Phuket, Thailand; Subic Bay, Philippines; and Hong Kong, China (before it was handed back over to China, and was still a British colony during the 1990's). This does not mean that I consider myself Asian, obviously, I am not. I mostly grew up on British and Australian military outposts in those countries listed above, and I attended an American owned, but British operated and mostly British, Australian, and New Zealand populated student body private school. I started preschool to 3rd grade in Oahu, Hawaii, but was shipped off by my father to Asia in the middle of my 3rd year and finished the other half in Asia. Then I moved back to America to finish my 12th year in upstate New York...which was a difficult transition in eduction, living in the tropics to sub zero winters in a temperate climate, from metropolitan cities and military bases to a tiny town called Spencer with only 2,000 people (graduating class of 36 students, 11 of them were students that repeated a year at some point). From VERY open-minded, wise and well educated people to a town where basically everyone is related in some way, do not know a world exists beyond the county or state they lived in, and extremely closed-minded dairy farming town....school was literally on a farming field next to a coal import/exporting train track...it wreaked of bovine dung....and in the summer....the smell was EVERYWHERE. When I first moved there, I was told "You are in America now, you need to learn to speak like an American." where I was quite familiar with speaking 9 languages including English (British) to learning....some form of English (clearly not British)....they said it was American, and I have been in parts of America other than that little town, and that it English; however, that town seemed to have its own language. The town consisted of about 6 churches, a gas station, train station, parcel service, a tiny market, oddly placed new car dealership, maybe a total of25-30 houses, 5 trailer parks with LOTS of trailers, 2 scrap heaps, many dairy, corn, and mixed produce fields (Mostly dairy), a elementary school shared by three towns, a high school shared by 3 towns (with a BIG graduating class of 36 people, 11 which were repeat-offenders! shared between the 3 towns that populate the high school), a couple cute "Bed n' Breakfast" homes, a bar/tavern/pub....whatever they called it. A pizza parlor, an "Italian" restaurant (which being that I am mostly Italian, speak Italian, cook REAL Italian cuisines, and KNOW what REAL Italian cuisine is....this was plain insulting)....anyway....I had to hide in my shell then, because they simply would not get it, and I had seen the abuse done towards others that they accused of being homosexual, or otherwise different. I chose to hide and use "scare" tactics whenever someone tried to bully me about how different I was. I showed them how insane I this little vampy can me....and it worked too well, giving me a lovely vampy reputation. Had to continue hiding due to abusive family, and their equally narrow view on kathoey/transgender/homosexual individuals due to military, religious, and era of upbringing. It was not until my life spiraled completely out of control leading to heavy drug abuse, suicide, self-harm, and allowing myself to be in harmful environments with very bad people (leading to rape, kidnapping, being sold into sex-trafficking, and prostitution until I was rescued at the point of near death, and had to be moved completely away from the given area - the short story). When I was freed and moved to Florida, I have been able to get sober, clean, and flourish into who I am now....BLAH!
As defined by Wikipedia.com:
Kathoey or katoey (Thai: ; RTGS: Kathoei [ktj]) is a Thai term that refers to a transgender or an effeminate gay male in Thailand. While a significant number of Thais perceive kathoeys as belonging to a third gender, including many kathoeys themselves, others see them as either a kind of man or a kind of woman.[1] Related phrases include sao (or phuying) praphet song (Thai: ,"a second kind of woman") and phet thi sam (Thai: , "third gender"). The word kathoey is of Khmer origin.[2] It is most often rendered as ladyboy or lady boy in English conversation with Thais and this latter expression has become popular across South East Asia. Some English sources gloss kathoeys as non-males.[3]
once again, for anyone that does not know, I am a Kathoey (Katoey - see definition below): The reason that I have chosen this term is for spiritual reasons, and the fact that I grew up, and was raised in many Asian countries such as: Sembawang, Singapore; Tokyo, Japan; Phuket, Thailand; Subic Bay, Philippines; and Hong Kong, China (before it was handed back over to China, and was still a British colony during the 1990's). This does not mean that I consider myself Asian, obviously, I am not. I mostly grew up on British and Australian military outposts in those countries listed above, and I attended an American owned, but British operated and mostly British, Australian, and New Zealand populated student body private school. I started preschool to 3rd grade in Oahu, Hawaii, but was shipped off by my father to Asia in the middle of my 3rd year and finished the other half in Asia. Then I moved back to America to finish my 12th year in upstate New York...which was a difficult transition in eduction, living in the tropics to sub zero winters in a temperate climate, from metropolitan cities and military bases to a tiny town called Spencer with only 2,000 people (graduating class of 36 students, 11 of them were students that repeated a year at some point). From VERY open-minded, wise and well educated people to a town where basically everyone is related in some way, do not know a world exists beyond the county or state they lived in, and extremely closed-minded dairy farming town....school was literally on a farming field next to a coal import/exporting train track...it wreaked of bovine dung....and in the summer....the smell was EVERYWHERE. When I first moved there, I was told "You are in America now, you need to learn to speak like an American." where I was quite familiar with speaking 9 languages including English (British) to learning....some form of English (clearly not British)....they said it was American, and I have been in parts of America other than that little town, and that it English; however, that town seemed to have its own language. The town consisted of about 6 churches, a gas station, train station, parcel service, a tiny market, oddly placed new car dealership, maybe a total of25-30 houses, 5 trailer parks with LOTS of trailers, 2 scrap heaps, many dairy, corn, and mixed produce fields (Mostly dairy), a elementary school shared by three towns, a high school shared by 3 towns (with a BIG graduating class of 36 people, 11 which were repeat-offenders! shared between the 3 towns that populate the high school), a couple cute "Bed n' Breakfast" homes, a bar/tavern/pub....whatever they called it. A pizza parlor, an "Italian" restaurant (which being that I am mostly Italian, speak Italian, cook REAL Italian cuisines, and KNOW what REAL Italian cuisine is....this was plain insulting)....anyway....I had to hide in my shell then, because they simply would not get it, and I had seen the abuse done towards others that they accused of being homosexual, or otherwise different. I chose to hide and use "scare" tactics whenever someone tried to bully me about how different I was. I showed them how insane I this little vampy can me....and it worked too well, giving me a lovely vampy reputation. Had to continue hiding due to abusive family, and their equally narrow view on kathoey/transgender/homosexual individuals due to military, religious, and era of upbringing. It was not until my life spiraled completely out of control leading to heavy drug abuse, suicide, self-harm, and allowing myself to be in harmful environments with very bad people (leading to rape, kidnapping, being sold into sex-trafficking, and prostitution until I was rescued at the point of near death, and had to be moved completely away from the given area - the short story). When I was freed and moved to Florida, I have been able to get sober, clean, and flourish into who I am now....BLAH!
As defined by Wikipedia.com:
Kathoey or katoey (Thai: ; RTGS: Kathoei [ktj]) is a Thai term that refers to a transgender or an effeminate gay male in Thailand. While a significant number of Thais perceive kathoeys as belonging to a third gender, including many kathoeys themselves, others see them as either a kind of man or a kind of woman.[1] Related phrases include sao (or phuying) praphet song (Thai: ,"a second kind of woman") and phet thi sam (Thai: , "third gender"). The word kathoey is of Khmer origin.[2] It is most often rendered as ladyboy or lady boy in English conversation with Thais and this latter expression has become popular across South East Asia. Some English sources gloss kathoeys as non-males.[3]