Trinity Dejavu

After a long and tortuous trip I’m now back in England in one piece … well, physically anyway.

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.

We’re in desperate need of any help and advice, if anyone knows of similar cases can you please get in touch (trinity.deja at googlemail.com), via Trinity Dejavu in Secondlife or trinity0002d on YIM.

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!

Ok, so this update is a little late but I wanted to get my pictures up to go with it and I’ve been bogged down with SL5B (more on that in another post).

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.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing my dreams down for years, just another one of those things that come bedtime I’ve forgotten about, no biggie, I don’t remember my dreams anyway, never have.

Now my dreams stick with me for days and I can’t shake them. Fears, uncertainty and memories mingle exposing the fragility of things taken for granted. Hopes and desires papering the cracks fall away like tissue paper leaving me hollow. More often than not I wake wet with tears and if I don’t, the memories dragged back into focus reach into my heart and pull with such force that I can’t stop.

The following are just summaries, all I can bare to commit into writing.

The first dream I’ve left the US and I’m unable to go back, something happens to miya in my absence and I can’t comeback to say goodbye. When I finally do many months later I visit her parents home and see her ashes in a tin on the side. Sarah isn’t here either, I need her and don’t know where she is. My heart is broken, ripped from my body smashed into a despair so intense that I take miya upstairs, open the tin and cut my wrists over her cremated remains. I give her my life in the hope she will live again and we will be together forever.

In the second I’m out shopping with Zoe (my daughter, 7), we’re inside a sprawling makeshift building with many rooms and staircases in every direction each with people selling everything you can imagine, things layed out on tables and colorful blankets. It feels like a carboot sale or market. Zoe is excited and difficult to control, I have to keep chasing her from place to place, telling her not to touch, telling her there are things she can’t have or doesn’t have the money for. My exwife is here but she doesn’t look well, here face is tired and looks thin. She needs to find something but I’m distracted with Zoe and can’t help her.

I wake, it’s very early and I lay in bed crying and trying to clear my head. Sarah and miya are here with me asleep. I know I should wake them but I wont. The sounds of them sleeping are soothing and bring a smile to my face, Let them sleep, just for a little longer.

I’m ok, just dreams, I still don’t remember them most days, I think that’s for the best.