As for my transition, it ended on January 9th. Since that date, I have FELT as much a woman as any other, with my heart and soul. But not my mind. In fact, in combination with my skills as a writer, it is a unique gift I can offer. Strange how a man limits the potential of his power by defining it, which must be something less than absolute to allow for definition.
Women limit their uniqueness by describing the only areas in which to measure it.
A teacher once told me that a great photographer is not noted only for what he frames so carefully in the picture, but also what he has carefully framed out. To be unique in reason, the same in feeling. In other words, I needed to see my experiences as one of a kind, and hold onto that as a way of defining my identity, and yet know in my heart that I appreciated those experiences the way ANY woman would have in my shoes. Again, a paradox, but as I have found, if you do not see a paradox, you aren't looking at it the right way. As long as I held the two views together and saw them compatible, as long as I could see logic and feeling of both my transsexualism and my womanhood, I could not separate the two.