I’ve been staying with friends for the last week, they have a baby on the way and need some help to get the house in order, photos alone fail to convey the state of the place. Weve finally got the kitchen sorted, scrubbed top to bottom and resembing somewhere food can be cooked! Been working in the downstairs office and bedroom for a few days now but its very slow going, there is so much stuff everywhere!

AJen has been having some quite strong practice contractions and her hips keep popping out so she can’t walk. Doctors said everything is all ok, but it looks like the baby will be born sooner than expected. Aside from that she is doing well, were getting the flashbacks under control and she’s happy in herself most of the time now.

Kinda tempted to move the whole shooting match to wordpress.com, let some other techie worry about stuff like this, my interest in fiddling in a console are fading fast - could be the hormones :P

UPDATE : Seems to be a problem caused by the theme I was using :/

I’ve left heart and my home in Olympia. I miss Miya and Sarah so much, I’m trying to put a strong face on things but inside I’m screaming. I’ve not been able to get more than a few hours sleep at any time, if I don’t cry myself to sleep I wake racked with grief. I keep expecting to see them just walk in or when I look up from my laptop, and when I don’t it breaks my heart.

I don’t know how long I have to live in exile, I don’t know when I will see them again and its killing me.

Following my encounter with Garcia when I first landed in the US, I was worried he had put stuff in my file that would make future trips much harder than they should be. On the way back my fears were realised. My checked luggage was searched at every airport in the US I passed through, seems the TSA have me on their lists. I’m terrified I will try to go back to the US and find I’ve been red flagged, get taken for an interview only to be turned away and flown home. All because I’m trans and Garcia doesn’t like trans.

Being back in the village I grew up isn’t comfortable for me. Went out to the pub for a meal to celebrate my Dad’s birthday,feeling shattered and jet lagged I decided to walk home before everyone else. Big mistake. Walking the familiar streets home I felt more afraid for my own safety than I have in many years, more terrified than I have ever been at any time during my transition.

When I was a teenager I was beaten frequently for having long hair and looking girly, several times it happened as little as 50 metres from my front door. I remember being so scared that I wouldn’t leave the house on foot, and walking home has brought all those memories flooding back.

I know most of the people responsible will have moved on years ago, I know I shouldn’t be as afraid as I am, but I don’t feel safe here out alone. Don’t think I ever will.

I’m a uk cit, pre-op male to female transexual, I have had no surgery at this point and have been living full time for the last 2 years.

I changed my name and title in the UK 2 years ago by deed poll then when applied for a passport the UK office asked for a letter concerning my op status. My GP wrote me a letter saying “to the best of my knowledge, this person intends to transition fully” this got me a F gender marker on my passport.

My birth certificate stills says M.

I wish to marry my US born female partner and immigrate to live together in the US.

Can we do this? (as im still M everywhere except passprt)

Will I be treated as M or F for marriage and immigration purposes? Will I be seen as M for one and F for the other?

I really need all the help I can get on this, were tearing our hair out not knowing if we can stay together. We dont want to live in the UK (even though that would be simpler).

Update : To Rachel who commented below, Please get in touch - We really need to talk to the people involved as there case could really help us.

rachel
July 20th, 2008 01:11 e

long story short, according to my friend Nikki who did the same. You’re still federally considered male as your birth cert says so. You can legally marry her due to the above. Nikki did the same.

Likewise, we need contact information for people with similar cases, this would be an amazing help!

The woman who pioneered women wearing pants was the actress Katharine Hepburn. She became rich and famous but never experienced a happy marriage and never knew the joy of having children. Her philosophy of life of being unfeminine resulted in her not fulfilling her purpose of life. We reap what we sow. There are consequences for actions. Women wearing pants is cross-dressing. It should be looked down on as much as men wearing dresses. The social experiment of feminism to destroy any sense of difference between male and female in the twentieth century has resulted in women wearing military camouflage fatigue pants and boots. The Bible says cross-dressing is an “abomination of God.”

I’m so relieved I don’t own a single pair of pants, but I can’t help thinking about all the women who do. Please, donate your pants so they might be used to feed the homeless, save a whale or perhaps choke a passing conservative who actually believes this shit.

Just been to the Outstanding in Olympia LGBT pride event and had a great time. The parade was short with a rough mix of bikers, strange people, youth groups, strange people and political hopefulls. All fun though, pity no local transgender group made the parade, but a couple did have stands at the park which is more important.

The live entertainment was a lot of fun, really enjoyed Courtnety Robbins and Katastrophe (plus signed CD) and of course the belly dancers.

We left Pheonix about 10pm Sunday for Olympia, the car was packed to the gills and we still had to leave quite a lot of stuff behind. The route was very simple, west to the I5 and then North.

The intention to get through the worst of the desert during the night. It was boiling anyway, I am so glad we didn’t do that during the day when it’s over 120F. We split the driving into shifts, one drove while the other slept, my job was to make sure they were always awake at the wheel!

California is a boring place. Its flat and mostly made of yellow.

We ran over a plastic cup or something on the freeway and it fley up into the engine bay and ripped through some wires. After one stop to replace blown fuses (that promptly blew again) we pulled up besides a Texaco gas station for a rest. I couldn’t sleep in the car so got out and put a blanket on the ground and it was a good job I did! Spotted wires hanging from under the car!

Had to pop the hood and tape the broken wires off. Fixed the short so the fuses didnt blow again, thankfully it was just the front side indicator and screen wash pump that was affected. Just as we were finishing a state trouper swung by (seems those inside had called the cops), he was happy enough that we were finished and about to leave :)

We arrived in Olmypia in the early morning. 30 hours driving total with only a few hours stopped when we had to. Went to Walmart, Sarah’s parents house, sleep.. sleeeeep …. sleeeeeeeep.

In other news, we’re about a week away from going up to Washington, really looking forward to getting out of the desert. I just don’t understand why anyone would live in Phoenix by choice, suppose some people just like being trapped indoors / roasted alive on a daily basis.

The letting agency (VS Webb) I rented my old house from are refusing to return the deposit claiming the house was left in an appalling state because we left a couple of bits of furniture. The house wasn’t clean when we moved in, the kitchen fell apart as soon as we looked at it (and we were even told we needed a new one several times!!) and on and on and on. Have to wonder what they expect from a damp vintage Victorian terrace. The deposit is only £350 so it’s not worth the effort fight and get it back, I would spend more than that just getting a few legal letters sent.

Missing everyone back in the UK loads, hope you’re all ok. We’re in a terrible routine here at the moment, tend to sleep most of the day away and get up mid to late afternoon as it starts to cool down. Going to try and stay up and make some phone calls in the morning. Love to everyone :x

Oh, and if you ever wondered why teaspoons vanish from communal kitchens, there has been a study…

Eventually Miya went up, said her old name for the last time, the judge asked a couple of the usual questions, pronounced her new name correctly and all done. Subway veggie delite after to celibrate (omg yum!!).

YAY !!!!!

BTW, it’s pronounced mee-ya-bee-na :)