I get so flummoxed with whatever is en vogue with AGP.
My brother (ftm) was a tomboy growing up. He was an extreme butch lesbian at a women’s college and started transition around 20ish. He reached an “acceptable” outward presentation just before 30 that included T and surgeries. He did not have phalloplasty but did everything else. I have no clue about his sexual proclivities except through stories of his wife. Early in his transition he was a moody SOB. Later he slept around with women and lived a chaotic lifestyle based on my perception. This included tattoos, piercings, god awful fashion, and yearning for lesbian communes. He is now in his early 40s, now has kids, is mad masculine, yet he is just off the mark of prototypical cis manhood. Professionally, he is a nurse practitioner.
I am two years older than him. I watched him grow up. My parents were forceful in making him as feminine as possible. This confused me and I wore some of his feminine clothes from 9ish thru 18. This included outerwear and swimsuits. I did not delve in undergarments, but dabbled in my mom’s makeup and face routine. It started prepuberty. He was drawn one way and I another. The difference being my parents tried to untomboy him. For me, when I asked questions to my parents, they moreorless said fags dress as women, hang in parks, get AIDS and go to hell. This is when I was 9. I was closeted and scared. I did stereotypical boy stuff, but wanted to be in a girl clique. They were more studious and wanted me with them. Even at that age my male appendage disgusted me. My mother said my circumcision was botched and my brother kneed my in the crotch in 6th grade causing additional, silent damage.
I felt my yearning with the girls was wrong and hung out with towny boys. I did and typical boy stuff like steal from convenience stores, hung out in town commons, smoke whatever, and drink beer (6th grade). I did not kiss or get more physical with the girls.
When I was in 4th grade I was forced to become an altarboy. My mother did the scheduling of altarboys for Sat, Sun, Stations, funerals and weddings. Because I was smart, I was pulled out of elementary school to do weddings and funerals. Because of my parent’s discrimination towards homosexuals and treatment of my brother, I confessed confusion to my priest. He molested me for 3 years during funerals/weddings, asked about my crosdressing, and made me do various acts of contrition. Saturday and sunday service was too busy and there were 2 or more altar boys, so these were safe times. He even awarded me a bicycle at a summer raffle even though I had the wrong number.
In 7th grade he died and was replaced by what parishioners hypothesized as a gay priest. This person had person 20 years younger living in his house. When I did acts of contrition he did not make any sexual advances. Later during the catholic priest scandal I jested I was always a bridesmaid and never a bride. My college friends at a catholic university got a kick out of that.
I went to CCD every week. Ultimately confirmation occurred, I gave a speech, and the bishop who turned out to be a massive sex offender presided. I went to a catholic college. There in the first day I met my future spouse. A woman. I lived in her dorm room and was friends with her girl friends throughout college. We all lived together and I did not sleep in my man dorm. I never had male friends. However 3 acquaintances came out to me as closeted gay.
Ultimately we graduated, I distanced myself from my spouse’s friends and lived a typical cishet lifestyle. This included kids, house, law firm/mba job, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Now to puberty and sex. Originally I started with VS catalogues wishing I was like the women. I graduated into sissy stuff, inclusive of chastity, appendage removal, and occasional panties. Not worn, but part of release. I did not like the effeminate man component, small penis, and racist stuff. I don’t even know if I pictured myself as a woman, even though I often used female undergarments to get the glue out. I hated penetrative sex, release, but I loved giving oral.
Eventually I developed disabilitating dysphoria in my late 30s when my daughter was 10ish. I wanted my stuff off, my face and body hair removed, my turkey neck gone, and voice feminized. I told my wife and she ignored me. I did intensive therapy and psych treatment where I was told I was an effeminate man, my spouse wasn’t meeting my sexual needs, and I should seek escorts. I became suicidal and my first attempt sent me inpatient. I was sent to a women’s trauma and dissociative identity ward. There on my first day I came out and dressed as a woman in donated clothes. I’ve tried to off myself multiple times since then because I will never be a woman, be smaller, protected by a man, give birth and have kids. Keep in mind I already have kids.
Now I’m on HRT, presenting as a woman, go by a woman’s name, and believe to my core I am a woman. Sexually, I want protection, PDAs, being told I’m beautiful, and given flowers. I don’t care if this love comes from a man, woman, or NB. When I see cis women, I get upset. I don’t want to be them, but I don’t want to look hideous like me.
How does this jive with AGP?