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 [...]
Tonight in SL is the one year memorial service for Kelise Hailey, she was a young transsexual woman who’s struggle became to much for her to bare. She committed suicide. She was my friend.
I owe my own life to Kelise. When she left us I was in a very dark place, torn between this world [...]
Traditional suicide can fail in about as many ways as you can dream to attempt it. The mounting risks associated with failure combined with modern medical advances make this once simple task a daunting undertaking.
It’s with months of dedicated research and many fine volunteers we are proud to announce chewiecide!
chew·ie·cide (chū‘ĭ-sīd‘)
n.
The act or an [...]
I have no energy. I can’t concentrate. I’m on the verge of tears all the time, one wrong word and I’m going to burst. I’m screaming on the inside and no-one can hear me.
I’m physically disgusting, trapped in a body thats not mine and making no progress with the NHS to get anything done to [...]
I found out pretty early in my teenage years there was such a thing as a ’sex change’ operation, and while I wished it could happen to me, I felt isolated and alone and couldn’t approach anyone. I knew my few friends and family would react badly and feared rejection, I put a lid on [...]
I’ve wished I was born a girl since puberty (at which point everything just seemed to go the wrong way). I remember the excitement of ‘Sex Education’ in high school and learning about periods, breasts and babies. It simply didn’t click during the first few lessons that I was a boy and non of those [...]
When my old life and the lies that held it in place finally crumbled a year and a half ago. I was terrified of telling my family, parents, wife, siblings, because I was afraid they wouldn’t understand and would reject me.
My parents didn’t understand or accept. They still don’t. I doubt they ever will.
I talked [...]
It’s a year since my gender confusion and the resulting depression forced me to my doctors surgery.
The wait between making the appointment and the waiting room felt like a life time. I tried to work out how I would phrase things, what I would say to get my message across, even other things I could [...]
