Its a perfect world- which begs a question

[Trinity]

You wake up in the morning and life is utopia.  There is no more collateral damage, no more sorrow, no more judging.  No poverty, no problem with getting hormones and surgury.  You wife or husband is fully accepting of you, romantically attracted to you, and gives you what you need.  They bring you flowers, they protect you, they have strong arms that hold you in the night, they have gentle carresses that wrap into who you are as their long hair brushes your cheek.

There is no judging on the street, there is no strange look as you buy your clothes, it is all so perfectly normal.  There is no fear, there is no hate, there is only freedom to be yourself.

Imagine yourself walking so very free, no one to consider as you relax into your gender, your real, your truth.  Imagine seeing the one you are in the mirror, it all matches up with you, you smile and are pleased

See yourself in this real, no one to judge, all to embrace, see yourself as you want to be, in that fantasy of being all of who you are.  In that real of sitting on the couch drinking your coffee, as your lover sleeps, waiting to bring them breakfast.

Imagine the feelings of yourself, your sex, your loves, your joys, the things that you like to do, the way you flip your hair, the way you walk, the life you dreamed to live, if you permitted yourself to dream.

Imagine touch, and smell, and your home, your place, your environment you build, the life you live with a smile on your face, as you walk down the street, as you get in your car.

And as you rest in this reverie of freedom, look at yourself, and see...

Who are you?

You just saw it in your minds eye.  Who are you, my darlings, who is the one that wants to be free?

Love to all here

Trinity

[Shan]

Sounds like we died and went to heaven Trin!

[Taka]

i'm still me, just with less boobs. and much queerer than i am now.
being known as queer isn't bad when society has space for it.

and i'd be teaching kids weird stuff in a better school than those we have today.

[Trinity]

In a perfect world

I am she. Fully transitioned transwoman, walking on the seashore in a bikini, body not readable as trans. Living a dream of being she, free to be wined, dined, taken, yet equally free to tie back my hair, get into my racecar, and lap the field. Wild an free in my own truth, accepted as who I am, loved as who I am, no longer sacrificing peices of myself to fit into the status quo.

I would be me. Hair grown out and full again, relaxing as my self, finally free of the need to hide that part of who I am. Knowing that as a transperson, full out, those I have met seem no different from me, over the long haul, I see it fall into place for them, for me.

That is what I would dream to be in a perfect world.

[Taka]

in a perfect world, i wouldn't feel a need to change parts of my body which i don't actually feel bad about. and that would be because secondary sex characteristics were no longer a reason to treat people differently. primary ones can't be seen anyway, so those aren't as important in social situations.

or i'd be a shapeshifter. that would work out as well.

[Shan]

Feb 15, 2016 15:54:46 GMT 8 Taka said:

in a perfect world, i wouldn't feel a need to change parts of my body which i don't actually feel bad about. and that would be because secondary sex characteristics were no longer a reason to treat people differently. primary ones can't be seen anyway, so those aren't as important in social situations.

or i'd be a shapeshifter. that would work out as well.

I believe that in the perfect world to come there will be no gender distinctions.

[Deleted]

In my prefect world, I would wake up each morning, and be able to choose my gender, like an item from my wardrobe, and have that for the day, and put it back in the wardrobe at night, stripped of my my gender, being only me.

[Trinity]

Feb 17, 2016 15:49:26 GMT 8 @cherie said:

In my prefect world, I would wake up each morning, and be able to choose my gender, like an item from my wardrobe, and have that for the day, and put it back in the wardrobe at night, stripped of my my gender, being only me.

That world can be yours....

As you walk slowly down the garden path of gender, wife in hand, slowly, touching flowers, breathing scented air, lying with her on the journey counting the stars together at night.

Enjoy that journey, slowly, gently, nurturing all that is good that you share with your beloved.

[Shan]

Feb 17, 2016 15:49:26 GMT 8 @cherie said:

In my prefect world, I would wake up each morning, and be able to choose my gender, like an item from my wardrobe, and have that for the day, and put it back in the wardrobe at night, stripped of my my gender, being only me.

I already do that on a daily basis, being NB makes it possible. Not so much as an outward manifestation, but more an inner sense affecting my persona for the day.

[nyx]

Feb 12, 2016 20:42:05 GMT 8 Trinity said:

You wake up in the morning and life is utopia.  There is no more collateral damage, no more sorrow, no more judging.  No poverty, no problem with getting hormones and surgury.  You wife or husband is fully accepting of you, romantically attracted to you, and gives you what you need.  They bring you flowers, they protect you, they have strong arms that hold you in the night, they have gentle carresses that wrap into who you are as their long hair brushes your cheek.

There is no judging on the street, there is no strange look as you buy your clothes, it is all so perfectly normal.  There is no fear, there is no hate, there is only freedom to be yourself.

Imagine yourself walking so very free, no one to consider as you relax into your gender, your real, your truth.  Imagine seeing the one you are in the mirror, it all matches up with you, you smile and are pleased

See yourself in this real, no one to judge, all to embrace, see yourself as you want to be, in that fantasy of being all of who you are.  In that real of sitting on the couch drinking your coffee, as your lover sleeps, waiting to bring them breakfast.

Imagine the feelings of yourself, your sex, your loves, your joys, the things that you like to do, the way you flip your hair, the way you walk, the life you dreamed to live, if you permitted yourself to dream.

Imagine touch, and smell, and your home, your place, your environment you build, the life you live with a smile on your face, as you walk down the street, as you get in your car.

And as you rest in this reverie of freedom, look at yourself, and see...

Who are you?

You just saw it in your minds eye.  Who are you, my darlings, who is the one that wants to be free?

Love to all here

Trinity

Just found this old but really beautiful post. Imagining this 'perfect world' is a tool to distract one's attention away from all the worries and fears, to look just at how one would be just themself.

In my mind's eye, I am fully ftm transitioned, not worried about if anyone can tell which gender I was assigned with at birth, I'm just inhabitating a rather masculine but not very muscular body, the rest of me looking quite the same as usual: short hair, comfy and black clothes. What else is different? my arms are all covered in tattoos so that you don't see the scars but a lot of awesome artworks. My partner is there, looking the same as always, tall, bearded, making stupid jokes I laugh my ass off about. If I make jokes about how he needs to shave so I can see his face again he tells me that I'm just jealous because my beard is much less defined, and he is right, I adore his beard and am secretly a little jealous. But I am fine with my appearance, and I am happy because he still finds me pretty, with all the changes that have happened. We are going on a vacation trip together, to the sea because we love the sea. I want to propose to him, and I think he will say yes. It is so exciting. Our wedding will be huge, all of our families will be there, and friends and... but first, I'll have to propose to him, maybe when we're watching the sunset at the beach... Hope it will be as romantic as I imagine, but I guess I will spill my drink all over the table because I'm nervous and he might say yes, but only if I stop throwing stuff around wherever I am...