Well, this wasn't an outward cry or show of tears but I felt like I was crying on the inside, definite inside tears, finding my people . . .in the UK :-) Was quite an emotional moment . . . .
A friend gave me a loan of this book titled 'There Is No Word For It' by Laura Bridgeman she will introduce me to her and F2M friends in February 2014. The book has a number of short monologues written by F2M's from in and around London UK. Anyway, enough of me banging on here is part of what I read:
DREAMS
When I was growing up,
I always refused to wear girls' underwear.
My grandmother bought boys' underwear for me.
Y fronts :-)
My mother never asked any questions.
When I was growing up I always wanted to be a boy.
I had a dream that I would go to bed, and wake up as a boy.
Or say now I'm eight and when I'm nine I'll be a boy.
But that never happened.
It's now some years later.
And it has happened.
At last . . . . .
