The Gender Tourist

I participated in a kink event this weekend, where there were no expectations and no agendas. Just to have fun at a friends birthday party which was held at a semi-local dungeon.  I attended with my Themme and we made it a date night where she made a special effort to feature me in her affectionate displays (as my "date"), and also she performed as a top in a scene with me; mostly for my pleasure as opposed to taking pleasure in what I have to offer her as a submissive. In the past this has served us somewhat well, because she was starting out as a top/domme and I was looking for every opportunity to find value to her, in order to also feel it within myself (due to my HUGE self worth issues which I can't seem to overcome) Ours was a symbiotic relationship where we had mutual value to each other. This time was different though. I learned that I no longer bring value to a scene as her sub; In fact I no longer bring value to anyone  as a sub. Nobody cared to even watch what ...

 I wish I could say that this was a happy celebratory post. The truth is that I am so beside myself that if i had the decision all over again, I would choose NOT to proceed with GRS. Let's start with the 3rd day in the hospital. (Yes the surgery itself went well, and I woke up in good spirits. It was momentarily amazing to realize I no longer had a penis and in its place was a new vagina) I was very blase' emotionally. I was beginning to wonder if I would have any happy feelings to be honest. I had expected joy and instead I felt very ambivalent. Towards the end of that day I found out that my partner had contracted COVID while there in west hollywood. I could not go home. I had not in my wildest dreams imagine that the entire support system I had put in place to assist me during recovery, would evaporate before my release. I was devastated. AND also finally the feelings came. I had not planned on how the absence of Testosterone would impact my emotional state. I cried about a ...

Her birthday an epic failure of massive proportions. OTW home to angst and disappointment I insist on a stop at the wharf In the darkness I walked to the end Lonely heels clack clack clacking on the timbers as a cool breeze peacefully swayed the wharf. The swell was menacing - big and fast, dark and cold. pushing the tide towards the shore I saw in the black; but couldn't make out the land. I looked down and almost without warning I wanted to jump off  Would I survive? Did I care? I guess I must have.  I thought of my surgery soon.  Would be a waste if I didn't make it that far. OH, how naive I was  that it might matter

 My partner asked me the other day "What's it like being partnered to a slut?" and then suggested I write about it. It's been on my mind since then, and I've waffled between writing this and not writing it. I want to be honest about it and try not to color my writing with emotions that I bring to the experience; but at the same time I want to be true to myself and write about those emotions. so this will probably be a very disjointed essay and may not in the end ever be published, due to her boundary regarding my not sharing "dirty laundry" with our peer group lest it tarnish her social image. That being said I do feel like I have some good things to say about it and then there's the not so good. In short, the way this has come down, being partnered to a slut has been both a dream to be realized and then simultaneously been the single most demoralizing experience of the past decade of my life.  I should qualify this by saying that my partner is a VER...

Today I am filled with  gratitude, love, melancholy, libido, and contentment. I'm feeling really euphoric today.  I am definitely channeling my femme side as I go about my day and reflect on the journey that's brought me here. In the long past (>10 yrs ago), because I did not have community I identified with people who are called cross dressers to find common ground and community. A lot of that identity is cringe for me now if Im honest about it. I don't exactly like being contacted by, followed on social media by, or otherwise interacting with people who identify that way. One of the only reasons I still do is that I firmly believe that a large percentage of those people are in fact trans, but are too frightened or transphobic to admit it and allow themselves grace to accept it. Once I transitioned and gave in to accepting and celebrating the person that is me, AND as hormones have progressively affected my body and my thinking,  I s...

She watched as big preparations developed; and wished that she might help but also knew it was not her place nor privilege, let alone within her ability Trapped in this orbit now, the sungrazer can only witness the events unfold Locked in her outbound spiral, even if the universe asked it the wants cannot become reality. Her path now measured in aeons will not bring her back to this juncture again Silently an understanding develops and the awareness of what she will witness from afar is both wonderful and also yet frightening. She anticipates this transit with trepidation slaked by joy.  Compersion takes hold even as the outsider. Such a conundrum to fear this unknown thing; and simultaneously be aroused by its potential to brighten the star she orbits with self consuming ferocity The scene begins and the young star is locked by gravity. Chains that may as well be laws of nature determine her fate; and its both wonderful and terrifying to witness Will the transit be a conjunction? ...

The sun grazer passed beyond the star,   out past the planets,   out past the oort cloud  She realized although the sun was still there,  she was no longer availed of its light and warmth  You're a good girl the sun said,  and the words feel hollow  like an apology not spoken  but apologies are not needed   Cuz It's the nature of the sun to attract life and love and desire It's silent here - and and the sun grazer can see the sun;  brilliant and warm, but distant The Silence of deep space lay ahead  and the warmth faded

I am filled with love today I woke up next to Theyngel I was so taken, so filled with happiness that she sees ME.  That she chooses me sometimes. Raven on milk skin, Royal purple hair and as a heart. She also sometimes loves like a snakebite its fleeting and paniful but  in that moment she chooses me In this moment I wake and she has chosen this time

Sitting here with hot tear streaked cheeks and neck. I'm afraid. My partner is out on a date, and it's OK because we're poly. It's part of the deal.  Communication has taken place, I know who  she's with, and I'm actually excited for her.  So why do I have this wrenching pain inside like my life is about to change in a way that leaves me even less ... what? The overbearing thought in my mind is that She can give my partner what I can't And because of that I'm afraid that I wont be valuable anymore

 Ive recently been attempting to understand a change thats happened to me over the past couple years and hope that these thoughts will help me to sort out whats's real, whats's purely emotional, and what I need to do to recover the strength and ferocity in my self esteem. Going back to 2018 I was on my way with transition and had just started hormones as of Feb 1. I had been spending a lot of time in group and finally gave myself permission to love myself again. and I recall that over time there began a profound loneliness growing inside of me also. I really wanted to spend time doing things with my wife but she had started slowing down and was less and less active outdoors. I began going to the beach a lot, swimming when I could. About twice a week I would go body surfing. And it was lonely to have all this energy, and want to be in the world and seen; and not have anyone to share it with. I began to wonder if I would ever find someone who cares 

Transit of blue moon Sisters we, living fiercely Tonight, all are light

The title is only relevant if you account that this post has gone unpublished since June 29th 2020. I was thinking about crushes, and love, and sexuality and self image and all the stuff that packs in alongside all of that. "151 days" describes a brief bit of my history. It happened, it happened exactly as I wrote it (to the limits of memory at least) and before final publication I had the woman from the story read through, comment, and ultimately give her consent for it to be published. The only caveat was she asked me to scrub her name from the original draft. the story didn't end there, obviously. In some ways I think pouring my heart out in such a beautiful way may have changed the outcome. Today, ours is an ongoing and very fluid relationship; where we range from purely platonic daily  conversations on one end of the spectrum; through discussing extremely intimate physical and emotional details of our other relationships; and ultimately having a wonderfully e...

now, bound from the sun the sungrazer, she could see there are so many stars

When as a Sungrazer, The one that brings you the greatest light and joy Also could crush your soul Like a black hole ...and you dance the celestial dance... ----- watching the other sungrazers and trying to smile happy for the sun but secretly hoping they will burn

November 20, 2019 was basically a funeral. It was at a somber ceremony for transgender day of remembrance where I met her in person for the very first time, and I believe we hit it off much like I do with everyone. I do try to put new siblings at ease when I know they're new to our area and need to find some comfort in the face of a friend and ally. It was a very cold evening; and seeing her in a short pastel blue skater dress and spike heels I knew that (besides looking stunningly gorgeous), this amazon woman would be absolutely freezing by the end of the event. I remember wishing that I had brought an extra cardigan in my car for her to wrap, because it was so chilly - and she would not take the one I wore when I offered it. After learning she was from the desert and who she was, I was  especially  excited to meet her though; Because I already knew OF her; with sis having told us already during a group meeting. I remember when I first heard about this particular ...

There's a popular GIF that I see often, showing a blank anguished face awash in the sea being overrun by waves... And the caption is "feels" I've used this one meany times in the few years I have been transitioning; and TBH I thought I was pretty familiar with the concept. I thought I had a handle on the emotions that naturally come with HRT and ultimately accessing the full range of my emotional response capacity. I was wrong. The metaphor is an apt one though, we paddle about in our shore break of emotion, never really knowing the immensity of what could  be in store for us in the form of a rogue wave, or living during the only pandemic in one's lifetime, ... or, I don't know ... perhaps instead its more like this: (Cut to) "There is a place within a long day's travel of my home - called the Cortes Bank. It is fairly regarded as producing the largest waves ever reliably seen, and yes  ACTUALLY SURFED by man, on this planet....

I will not apologize  for falling in love I know it hurts you to be constrained By promises made before  I knew... Before I owned my truth. I am beautiful, and I am human, and I Love Fiercely  And completely And without expectation, for  The gift is it's own reward The ecstacy of pain I feel is both glorious And unbearable.  But also unstoppable and pure,  life itself and without Heartache There might be no euphoria. I will not apologize                                      for loving you

Hi everyone. I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while. It's probably because in addition to my usual brand of busy, I have also discovered Twitter, and the online community centered around lists like  #girlslikeus, #thisistrans, and #transisbeautiful. Whereas my trans world was centered around home and the places I have visited while coming out, now I am part of a global phenomenon, and I have friends everywhere in addition to the local people I get to see every Tuesday. I have been spending so much time connecting, communicating, and learning from peers all over the world; and forming a bunch of online friendships which feel every bit as valid as in-person friendships do. In fact these online connections feel possibly even more personal than face to face relationships though, because we all talk about things that I know I might hold back on if I had to say it to someones face.

Prose of Polish passed; The chemical stench assaults her nose and makes her dizzy. It burns her eyes - Crimson flows into cotton and drips like the blood of her spirit washed into the wastebasket as it stains her fingers She does not cry chemical tears though -  these tears are real as hope disappears from fingertips Tomorrow she goes to work in the world of non-believers in the world of hate and judgement born of ignorance - But She IS real - is still here but hides to survive to earn her living, to maintain healthcare access It's no small sacrifice to shed symbolic blood to exist stealthily another day concealed - within business casual and false bravado It's a bigger sacrifice of spirit - though the tears have dried on the outside at least Her inner strength is fierce; and real. Allie Rae Hampton 8-17  (rev 1-26-19)

Content warning: frank discussion of medical topics I have an appointment for 2/1/18 to initiate HRT I'm pretty excited; I have been wearing this dog tag most every day for the past several months now. In preparation I wanted to create a list of  what I hope to accomplish. And also a list of known risks I will be undertaking. This is to help me with discussion points for the doctor that I don't want to forget. So here goes... Hopeful outcomes: Breast development enough to at least fill the bras I already own. (Seriously how could this not be #1 on the list? I think anyone who says otherwise is probably not being 100% honest with themselves) With that out of the way, #2 has to be getting in touch with my emotional well being as it relates to my female psyche. I can literally feel internal conflicts between T and my emotions. Most often in the form of tears that wont come; but also in the form of anger that comes too easily. Seriously I am a barely controlled d...