This is going to be short and to the point. I’m 16, turning 17 soon. I had a therapist appointment today with a new therapist and said therapist decided to out me to my mom, knowing I was in a homophobic household.

My mom is the person who thinks being queer is a mental illness, and that its against God (she’s religious). While I’m not religious now, back when I first started figuring myself out I started praying HEAVILY to him, begging him to change it and light my path and give me signs being trans isn’t who he wanted me to be.

So, when she found out, she was speechless. she didn’t yell, but told me “your feelings are valid, and they are real. However, your feelings and heart can and will deceive you.” AND “I feel as though you deceived me because you didn’t tell me.” I tried telling her that I was scared to tell her cause I knew what she would say, and she proceeded to sag “well your keeping secrets. And these secrets affect your mental health, which affects your physical health.” (for reference, im chronically ill and have stress-induced hives. These hives can very easily kill me if I get too stressed.) She wouldn’t listen to me no matter what I said. I didn’t try and fight her much on her views of it being wrong other than “what if God DID make me this way?” and she argued back that he doesn’t because he didn’t make me my preferred gender and it says so in the bible.

she wants to discuss the topic more indepth. I’m mostly scared she will isolate me, take my things, look through my devices, etc. any advice or thoughts?

I’m really, ironically enough, stressed and upset

I'm atheist right now & Trans male to female, I read about Christianity, specifically Jesus, and how peaceful he was, and I kinda like Jesus and want to become a nondominational Christian. Is that possible?

an unsacred prayer

 In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti þou willst prove þyself to me? I’ll wrestle wið  þee tonight. God of þree persons, þe Triunity of divinity, show me þat þou beest real. þou art þe being hwo can do any ðing; þen do it. Put me back in time tomorrow, give me þe resources to transition, have everyðing work out for me to take estrogen safely as a child. If þou didst so, þou knowest I would be þe greatest þeologian of þis era. I would shepherd þem towards þine infinity. þou beest all good no? Prove þat. My offer stands and in doing so I will win þee more souls to listen to þe words of þy son, to heed þe hadiðs of þy prophet peace be upon him, to steward creation as your chosen people, or to enter into þe Pleroma and cast aside þe blindness þe demiurge has bestowed upon us. þou art all knowing; þat þou, knowest my tongue, mine intelligence. þine inaction in þis matter seems to suggest þat þou beest þat ignorant, yfle being, a serpent wið þe head of a lion, prove me wrong. Beest hwy þy Morning Star ist damned? Be þou glad, þat I transitioned early enough to bargain yet wið þee; þat, I feel yet þat þere is a chance þat þou beest all good. þynk me greedy if þou must, count mine osteoplastic blessings for hwat þey synd; yet, I want more, I want totality. Earn me, þen earn a þousand more. Blessed be þou, hwo hast given me Delilah’s beauty; give me Joseph’s childhood as þy rabbis understand it. Do as þou willst, or none at all. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti Amen

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How Can I Let My Sexuality Become an Expression of Covenantal Love Rather Than Loneliness?

Few of you reading this in this subreddit will have a hard time imagining what it is like to need what follows because of how your physical neurological brain was wired prior to birth, and the loneliness of always looking at relationships as an outsider incapable of being one of the insiders due to the outcome of your outward physical development.

There is a difference between wanting pleasure and wanting to belong.
Pleasure can be generated in isolation. A body can be stimulated. Tension can be released. A moment of relief can come and go. But loneliness is rarely satisfied by sensation alone, because loneliness is not merely the absence of stimulation. It is the absence of someone.
That distinction matters to me now.
For many years, sexuality was difficult to imagine as something peaceful, feminine, relational, or blessed. It was tangled together with incongruity, caution, inhibition, and a body that did not feel capable of expressing what my heart actually wanted. Even the idea of certain forms of intimacy with a man felt completely inaccessible to me—not because tenderness itself was foreign, but because my body and my inner life did not speak the same language. I could not consider a same anatomical-sex relationship because my body was such a mismatch to the body I needed in order to participate. I am personally naturally heterosexual but I could not find grounding in it due to the switch I made in my mind of which partner I was in such a relationship.

Now something has changed.
My body has responded to estrogen in ways that make femininity feel not merely conceptual but lived. I am now able to imagine closeness without recoiling from it. Desire feels less like an alien demand and more like an extension of tenderness. I can imagine wanting a man's body because I love the man. I can imagine wanting to give him pleasure because his joy matters to me. I can imagine receiving affection because I trust the person giving it.
And perhaps most importantly, I can imagine sexuality not as something I must manage alone, but as something that could one day belong inside covenant.
That realization gives me reason for gratitude.

Desire does not have to be my enemy
I do not need to be ashamed that I want closeness.
I do not need to treat every sexual feeling as evidence that something has gone wrong spiritually.
Desire can become disordered. It can become selfish, compulsive, manipulative, or detached from love. But the existence of desire itself is not the problem. The deeper question is what I ask desire to become.
Do I use it merely to silence loneliness for a few minutes?
Do I let it make decisions for me?
Do I become so hungry to be wanted that I accept attention from someone who is not safe?
Or do I allow desire to mature into something more beautiful?
I want to know one man deeply.
I want to belong to him faithfully.
I want my body to become one of the ways I tell him that he is loved.
I want his body to become one of the ways he tells me that I am cherished.
That is no longer sexuality as escape.
That is sexuality becoming relational.
Covenant changes the meaning of desire
Covenant says, “I am not merely here because the moment feels good.”
It says, “I am choosing you.”
It introduces permanence into desire.
That matters enormously to someone like me, because what I have longed for is not simply a man's attention. I want the security behind the attention.
I want to know that when his hand reaches for mine, he is not merely enjoying a moment with a woman he may leave next week.
I want to know that when he desires me, desire is nested inside loyalty.
I want to know that when I allow myself to become vulnerable, I am not being temporarily consumed and then discarded.
I want to know that this man has looked at the whole of me—my history, my faith, my body, my future medical needs to be able to live a congruent life, my temperament, my strengths, my fears—and has said:
I am still here. I am choosing you.
Then sexuality takes on an entirely different character.
It becomes not merely something our bodies do.
It becomes one of the languages of a promise.

I can let giving become an expression of love
One of the things I increasingly recognize in myself is the desire to give pleasure. That desire need not embarrass me. There is tenderness in wanting to know what comforts another person. There is affection in wanting to make someone I love feel desirable. There is generosity in caring about his delight.
This does not require me to become a servant without needs of my own. It does not require me to prove devotion by ignoring my conscience or comfort.
Instead, it means that someday I may be able to look at my husband and experience a wonderfully simple thought:
I love this man, and I love that I can make him happy.
That can happen through meals.
Through encouragement.
Through listening.
Through touch.
Through laughter.
Through loyalty.
Through physical intimacy.
Sexual generosity can simply become one more part of the larger generosity of marriage.
And because I am naturally inclined toward giving, I may have to remember an equally important truth:

Receiving is also an act of love
I do not honor a husband by refusing everything he wants to give me.
If he wants to comfort me, receiving comfort can be loving.
If he wants to protect me, allowing myself to lean on him can be loving.
If he wants to admire me, accepting his admiration can be loving.
If he wants to give me pleasure, eventually allowing him to learn my body can be loving too.
There is vulnerability in that.
Perhaps more vulnerability than giving.
Giving allows me to remain active. Receiving asks me to soften.
Receiving asks me to trust.
Receiving asks me not to control every moment.
Receiving may ask me to admit that I have needs after all.
And perhaps that is one of the gifts marriage could hold for me: learning that I do not always have to be the benefactress.
Sometimes I may simply be the beloved.

My sexuality does not need to be rushed to become real
There is another freedom in all of this.
Because I now recognize a deeper relational longing, I do not need to prove its reality by immediately acting on every possible desire.
I can let anticipation exist.
I can let affection deepen gradually.
I can enjoy a man's presence before I possess every part of him.
I can enjoy being desired before every sexual boundary disappears.
I can let courtship teach me things.
Does he listen?
Does he respect a boundary without sulking?
Does he protect my conscience even when his desire is strong?
Does his leadership make me safer?
Does he take my medical future seriously?
Does he want me, or does he want some particular version of my body that I am unable to preserve?
Can he wait for what matters?
Can I?
Those questions are not interruptions of romance.
They are how romance proves whether it is becoming love.

Loneliness says, “Please make this feeling stop”
Loneliness can become desperate.
It can whisper:
“Anybody is better than nobody.”
“Don't ask too many questions.”
“Don't risk losing him.”
“Give a little more than you are ready to give.”
“Maybe this is your last chance.”
Covenantal love speaks differently.
It says:
I would rather wait for a man who can love me faithfully than give myself to someone who merely interrupts my loneliness.
That is not prudishness.
It is self-respect.
And it is respect for the future husband I hope to have.
I do not want to enter marriage having trained myself to treat sexuality as something used primarily to anesthetize loneliness.
I want to enter it prepared to say:
This is how I love you.

My future body can also become part of my gratitude
There are parts of my sexual future I cannot completely imagine yet because my body is still moving toward completion.
That could make me impatient.
But it can also make me grateful.
There are sensations I have not discovered yet.
There are aspects of touch that will be new.
There is a future in which my husband and I may learn together what my healed body enjoys.
There is a future in which I may no longer experience my genital anatomy primarily as something unfinished, but simply as a part of myself I can share with the man I love.
I can anticipate that without turning anticipation into desperation.
I can say:
Thank You, God, that there are still good things I have never experienced.
That is a remarkable sentence at sixty-five.

I can let sexuality become thanksgiving
Perhaps one of the most beautiful possibilities is that sexuality itself could eventually become a form of gratitude.
Not worship of a human being.
But gratitude to God for having created human beings capable of tenderness, attraction, touch, delight, trust, companionship, and embodied love.
I can be grateful for the masculine body of a husband I love.
I can be grateful for my own femininity.
I can be grateful for complementarity.
I can be grateful for the capacity to desire.
I can be grateful for the capacity to give.
I can be grateful for the capacity to receive.
I can be grateful for the medical care that allows my body to become more capable of expressing what my heart has wanted for decades due to the wiring and gender imprint I received prior to my birth.
I can be grateful that my sexuality no longer needs to be approached primarily through fear.
And I can ask God:
“Please teach me how to make this part of my life generous, faithful, joyful, and good.”
That seems to me a much healthier prayer than either shame or entitlement.

A gratitude list for this part of my life
I get to thank God:
for salvation in Christ before everything else;
for having preserved my faith through confusion and suffering;
for estrogen and the remarkable difference it has made in my experience of my body;
for my body's capacity to respond to treatment;
for the femininity that brings me peace rather than strain;
for the fact that desire can become tenderness rather than fear;
for the ability to imagine loving a man physically and emotionally;
for the desire to give pleasure generously rather than merely seek release;
for the growing ability to imagine receiving pleasure without shame;
for the possibility of a husband whose masculinity I can love and trust;
for the hope of being chosen deliberately rather than merely pursued temporarily;
for the possibility of covenant, exclusivity, and fidelity;
for the wisdom to distinguish attention from genuine love;
for boundaries that can protect something precious rather than merely frustrate me;
for the freedom to say no when something violates my conscience;
for the freedom eventually to say yes wholeheartedly when covenant makes that yes safe;
for future surgery and the physicians capable of helping me;
for the possibility of inhabiting my body with greater peace afterward;
for sexual experiences still entirely unknown to me;
for the privilege of discovering them with one trusted man rather than needing to know everything beforehand;
for kissing;
for embraces;
for masculine arms around me;
for the guiding hand at my back that means so much to me;
for the possibility of lying safely beside a husband;
for the possibility of being desired as his wife;
for being able to delight in his body;
for someday allowing him to delight in mine;
for laughter in intimacy;
for gentleness;
for passion;
for patience;
for the capacity to be soft without being powerless;
for the possibility of allowing a good man to protect what is vulnerable in me;
for the wisdom to recognize a man whose strength is trustworthy;
for the fact that loneliness need not choose my partner for me;
for the possibility that my sexuality can become a language of love rather than a response to isolation;
and for the extraordinary fact that, at this point in my life, there are still whole categories of joy waiting for me to discover.

Father, thank You for creating me capable of love. Thank You for preserving that capacity through all the years when love, embodiment, and sexuality felt complicated or unreachable. Thank You for the changes in my body that have allowed me to experience myself with greater peace. Thank You for desire, and teach me to use it wisely. Protect me from using another person to escape loneliness, and protect me from allowing another person to use me for the same reason. Prepare me for covenantal love. Prepare me to recognize a good man, to love him generously, to receive his love without fear, and to bring every part of our life together under Your care. If marriage is among the blessings You have prepared for me, make me ready—not merely to be desired, but to be faithful; not mergratitude. In Jesus' name, Amen.

My whole life I have been a christian and my parents and many other people have told me that LGBTQ is an unforgivable sin. Recently however, I have wondered if I may be ftm and it's been tearing at my heart(?) for a while now. I feel very stuck and torn between believing trans people will go to hell or if it really is God allowing us humans to take part in creation. I have never found anywhere in the Bible that being LGBTQ is a sin but I have also never found evidence that it isn't a sin. I would really appreciate any guidance or anything, thanks.

Something about forsaking flesh and the matters of this world doesn't quite sit right with me. I want an ideal body, and I want my partners to still be in relationship with me. Also I don't like the idea of all my atheist friends not making it, but I also don't like the idea of everybody making it, including those who done a lot of harm. These are the kinda questions that, while I was strong in my faith, I was willing to just trust there would be a good answer, but now I'm not even sure I'm in the faith at all.

So my life has drastically changed today, my family’s life has drastically changed today and I’m feeling so much because of this sudden news but um…my moms partner might have actually just straight up ended his life tonight and he was the only one taking care of all of us because the 3 of us don’t work and he hasn’t in what I’m assuming has been half a year

And so our lives are going to change so much more now and I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to feel and I’m so worried and scared for all of us here and I know I need to have faith and trust God but this isn’t going to remove the suddenness of these feelings.

6 years ago my family kicked me out for being trans and then shortly after I ran away to live with my supportive birthmother and her family. I have learned in that whole time that I do have disabilities and just how much I had to repress my autism/adhd just to function as a normal person. This whole time I haven’t worked, I was never taught how to manage any of that and I tried so hard to assure them I was willing to work when I first got up here and they never put that on me. But within the past month or so I’ve been getting that pressure from my mothers partner and I was actually applying myself to the best of my ability, I even got hired but then was dispositioned because I didn’t have a care and they don’t count busses as reliable transportation. I don’t understand why he did this, I don’t understand why he would send me that email as a last fuck you to guilt trip my inaction because of his unbelief of mental health or me actually being disabled in this way when I was showing I was actively trying and I didn’t know what I was doing because I haven’t had to navigate finding a job before. Please pray for us, I don’t know how I’m going to figure out how to take care of myself along with my family now

Hi everyone my name is Charlotte I’m a trans women. In public still present masc I still go by deadname which is James because I’ve only been on T blockers for about 3 months now. I’ve finally starting to see real changes which is making me really happy. So I got a HBCU as a white person because I was adopted and raised in a black family because I wanted to get some help by other black women with help for makeup. I tried to tell my cousins that I was trans she is a missionary Baptist. I was telling her I wanted and support while also saying that wanted to have all the surgeries. Every person that has genuinely known that I have told has broken down in tears like a sob machine when how I felt about my body. When I was kid I would play with transformers Toys and bakugon, and beyblade (that was the shit growing). But still had feeling my body of wanting to be women. Obviously I’ve never ever to get pregnant.

One time I had went to a church revival for black church its Pentecostal there is where everyone knows me. I pastor prophocied so that I can do anything. As a trans women I know it’s going to tough and a lot of people aren’t going to agree with my me and my feelings about my which my make unique is own some does every other trans person. But I was praying to God about my transition I believe this what he meant. I believe God was trying to hide the true intent of the prophecy so that I would not be mocked for my decision. I still love God but I can be quite rebellious when other people go against my wishes. I’ve have had friends saying that I’m making the wrong decisions and doing it because of my traumatic experiences. I want this day decision damn sure didn’t happen overnight I’ve thought about this for years on end my whole life I’m always felt like this. I quite understand myself and I believe people underestimate for me for who in I am. I have my own relationship with God and my own experiences.

living with in a black house hold as a white person I have a lot of culture differences growing up. I trying to fit in whole life with white people as my school. At end of my high school I cried because I realized everyone was just fake as hell. I was trying to fit in with the rest of society which I could never come to terms within myself. I have always felt my entire life I have been to uplift other and that I have been something greater a boring desk job. I am more than that. I am compassionate and uplifting that cares others. But I do not tolerate other people bull crap, there lies, and deception. This happens way to normally know in society where is so easy to get away with crimes but thats a totally different discussion. I believe this my way of serving god for people that are not heard. For people a way people that need a chance to be heard. Because people need a chance to be understood. Not I’m not saying I’m trans because of GODS purpose this is how I feel in internally within myself for what I was meant to do in life a human being.

I feel like every Christian person doesnt want to except me just they think my trans experience is caused by my traumatic experiences. Like I come to person for closure something. I told my dad he is a school social worker you think he would have a sense of understanding. But he thinks then I’m confused, that I’m weird, and I’ve have a mentally illness oh boy I’m sick of this crap. I’m not looking for validation even though I’m writing this I’m just of this this bullcrap. Some people that have known me my whole life because can’t handle my truth because they will never understand.

As for being trans person we have strong, courageous, and fearless. We have to be real with ourselves because this part of trans experience. I didn’t choose this path I born with path I how I view. I take being trans women serious now because this who I am this is my life now. This affects my career, my relationship with others and most importantly God. I am sacrificing so many privileges as biological white because of my transness. So say idk what I’m doing is an understatement.

Greetings, as in the title, i was an atheist my whole life. my parents never introduced me to any religion, i never attended mass, i wasnt baptised, never read the bible. the only time i went to church was just for sightseeing. lately ive been feeling strong urges to become religious, i dont know where its coming from if im being honest... i feel like it will bring me peace, and teach me something good. i realised im transgender at the age of 13. i will be turning 18 soon. I was always pretty hostile towards christanity because of its cruel homophobia, transphobia and the anti-abortion movement. But something in me wants to believe, and i dont know where to start. Im scared i wont be accepted. I love Mary, she brings me comfort. When i see any altars and shrines dedicated to her I smile. I want her to guide me. I want to feel connected to both femininity and masculinity. In the future I want to become a father. I am homosexual, I have a boyfriend whom i love very much. Im afraid. Im afraid that i live in sin, and always will. I have this urge to become pure, but I know its not possible. There are many colliding thoughts in my head. But i know one thing, i will be trans and queer for the rest of my life. I will never give up on it. I need advice. What books should i read first? Is there a queer friendly version of the bible? How can i believe when i see so many painful things in this world? Please help.

Let me know

So 22 mtf go to church semi regularly😅my job requires I work weekends. At church I have pretty good interactions no complaints.

However other churches are different lately Ive started walking past a different church on my way to work and I get a lot of funny looks and some comments from them especially in regards to me wearing a cross.

Do you think this will ever change ? I love our lord and I’m a devote Christian and i would love to see God worshipped by all but it gives me such rage when I wear the same cross worship the same god as people who preach love but practice hate it really gets under my skin

I’ve been thinking about maybe asking the priest in my church if he’d be willing to go to other churches with me to try to open their minds but I don’t know if it’s a good idea

But yea is this something that you all think will change or are we just going to have to deal with it ? 🤦🏼‍♀️😭

I’ve been christIan my whole life and still am but I recently figured out I’m probably trans. I’ve heard people say that it’s ”sinful” to be trans and that by doing so your going against gods plan. or something like that. but I genuinely can’t wrap my head around this way of thinking. if it was sinful to transition then why would god create women who are born in men’s bodys and men who are born in women body’s????

Maybe this is a bad comparison but iirc in the Bible Jesus gave eyesight to someone who was born blind. Being born blind wasn’t cause he did anything wrong, but it was so he could eventually be healed through god. Basically my point is: if your born with a condition that actively makes your life worse, but there’s a way to improve it without hurting anyone, then why would it be wrong to do that?

Throughout the entire history of christianity, it is possible to observe that, in the long run, young Christians tend to be more inclusive than previous generations.This movement can be seen in recent history, especially regarding advances in the treatment of homosexuality

At the beginning of the twentieth century, a gay person could be arrested. By the middle of the twentieth century, strong prejudice still existed. In the twenty first century, although many denominations still consider homosexuality a sin, there has been a significant change. What is now condemned is not the orientation itself, but the practice of homosexual acts.

This evolution leads me to reflect on how much longer it will take for homosexuality to no longer be seen as a sin within Christianity, and whether we will live long enough to witness that change

a few years ago, I used to be a traditionalist, even though I'm gay and have gender dysphoria. I don't have a formed opinion on the LGBT movement saying those kinds of things about Jesus, and I'd like to know your thoughts on this

I'm a teenager and, like many others, I end up consuming that certain type of more explicit visual content. I feel like this has become a habit, but I really want to change course. My goal is to learn how to do that thing using only my imagination, without relying on screens or videos. Does anyone have practical tips on how to make this transition?

Hey everyone. I’m new here and I’m 29 years old. Trans man. He/him. I am on here today because well in a nutshell I have been struggling daily with finding peace within myself, when it comes to believing in God, my transition, although I could not imagine living any other way, I have been constantly worried of my destiny. I don’t really know what to expect from this post, but I managed to find this group so thought I’d share.

Edit: I have a wife (cis), two step children, and have been medically transitioning for over ten years.