[Wolfsong]

Originally Posted by Toughy

ok you made me spit donuts (yeah yeah I know real healthy) and coffee all over my puter...........laughin....

oh yeah welcome to the Planet.........

You dope....don't eat donuts. Even my fat ass is smarter than that. Hey listen I've had this mental image for years and it cracks me up every time. Whenever I take my bra off I see this in my head.....

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Originally Posted by Mr. Cynthia

I just go with whatever they call me...which is especially funny when they call me "sir" 15 times and then look at the name on my Visa card- talk about priceless!

My standard reply for "Excuse me sir, that is the ladies room" is "Great thanks. You know you would think after all these years by now I would have figured out how to pee standing up"

Originally Posted by Parker

I havent yet evolved to the point where being called sir or having mail addressed to Mr. Wolf doesnt bother me. I would like to say that I have but it would be bullshit - it hurts and pisses me off at the same time - which is interesting, seeings how it happens all the time - you'd think I'd be used to it by now.

Like Wolfsong, I am surprised they dont see these huge tits - even in an over-sized t-shirt, they are still quite prominent and enter a room a few minutes before I do. I would love to get a breast reduction if for no other reason than to be able to lay on my stomach without having to adjust them and move them out of the way.

But I digress with my TMI ...

I have to agree with what Wolfsong said about being invisible - no, I dont expect strangers to know anything about my sexuality or gender identity, but being invisible as a woman simply because I am masculine gets tiresome - hell, it even happens on sites like this where "he/hy" is still the default for a lot of folks when addressing butches.

I dont like being invisible, but I refuse to change who I am or how I dress in order for others to "see" me; so I just have to suck it up and find a way to get past the hurt and anger and come to understand that no harm is meant - some people will just never see me.

I hope one day to evolve into that state of Zen where things like that dont even come up on my radar of things that bug the crap out of me.

I think it is a lot more for me than feeling invisible as a woman, although there is that. Just because I am masculine does not automatically mean that I want to get rid of every aspect of my female self. I've worked hard to love me as my whole self. That includes her. It is because of her that I can. The woman in me is where my strength and power comes from and I would not betray her for anything in the world. I did that once and I fucked myself up. I think of myself as berdache, two spirits that are part of a whole me.

Besides, I can ignore my womaness all I want........ then when that first cramp hits every month all deniability is out the window and there I am in bed with a quart of ice cream, a box of tissue, and a remote watching Grease for the 900millionth time.

Anyways more than that, it's the feeling of being invisible as a person. As if my presence to that person means so little that they haven't looked me in the eye while speaking to me and actually saw me. *Shrugs.....my baggage I guess..... but I hate it when it happens to me so I make it a point not to do it to other people.