Brave?

 This is my response to a friend that thinks I'm all brave an' stuff but yea, you can read it, too.


I don't know about that, C.
I think sooner or later, everybody does what they *have* to do.

Risks are weighed and unfortunate consequences are eventually accepted as the price or we continue to endure life with our particular battle 'till we die or maybe someday we wake up and look back in horror and disbelief that time has passed so quickly - but it is too late. We did the best we could at the time and did what we had to do.

The softest, saddest words ever uttered by my grandmother: "My life has passed me by." I'll never forget her dazed expression or the crushing sadness we both felt.

For some people, the price of the cure; the price of freedom and peace of mind, is always just out of their ability to justify. After all, it amounts to not much more than trading one set of circumstances for another. The cure may have awful side effects and the freedom may be purely personal but nothing compares to the peace of mind and clear conscience enjoyed by those who can overcome their obstacle.

 I'm glad that my biggest hangup in life was just my gender identity. Not that I could ever completely fix everything, but that I can do *something* about it makes life worth living. All I had to do to have peace of mind is express my gender. The unfortunate consequence is that I'm just a tranny, not a real girl in society's view. Okay, that and having to live with the threat of violence kinda sucks but...

No one gets out of here having the cake and eating it, too.
At least I'm going out in peace.











or pieces!
LOL
I had to. It's funny.