It’s all about me. I don’t know if it’s my fave category or not but it’s the only subject I have an in depth knowledge of. If a post is in this category It’s either a factual post about me or something to do with how I think and feel. So it is personal and biopic. I like to keep myself to my self (and friends) for the most part but I am not a private person. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me and don’t really keep secrets. I am very open and honest and probably offend people who take offence at anyone who is not like them. xx
Just been watching music video’s from the 1970’s. It brought back a lot of memories and extreme emotions from the 70’s and 60’s. I don’t know how I survived. I felt like I didn’t belong and simply couldn’t live my life as my true self.
I was someone else trapped out of place and time. That was not me and I hated everything about my life, it just wasn’t my life. Not how it should have been. I was going down the wrong path and I knew it but had no choice. I did try but really couldn’t manage. I was always out of my depth.
I was five years old and wished I had never been born. Shouted at by a GP and told I was wicked. Why? I didn’t know or understand.
I was forced to live the life of someone that didn’t exist. An out of place non entity in the wrong life. I tried to put it out of my mind and eventually it became a dull pain that could be hidden in the haze of drunkenness. It was like mourning the loss of someone close and loved. A type of grief that the passing of time could never possibly heal. It was always there just beneath the surface like a dull pain. It was heartache, I felt it in my heart.
Something changed when I fell in love with a comrade. I felt happy. Up till then I had only ever been happy when I was drinking and usually on my own. I could lose myself then.
I couldn’t tell anyone about how I felt. I wasn’t me, I was someone else. I was hiding inside someone else and had to hide my love and feelings.
The person I was inside of couldn’t love and had to act ‘his’ part. The person I loved couldn’t love me. I was hidden away inside someone else.
He did like us, the one I had fallen for and we enjoyed each others comradeship. That made me very happy. I knew it couldn’t last but accepted that. That was who we were, me and the one I was inside. Nobody would ever know or understand.
What kind of life was that. Why did I have to hide away. Why why why?
I was born Trans, that’s why. I had no choice. I wanted to live but had to hide instead. Hide myself away and pretend. Not even knowing how to pretend. Never mind. xx
It’s mid January 2022. My job comes to an end on Friday. EEK. I might have to become a bit pro-active if I’m to find a fella. My best friends daughter is not having much luck either so we are plotting a night out on the town. Going to do things pre-internet. They will find it harder to tell fibs face to face haha. Actually I’m quite happy as I am and will be going as company really. Safety in numbers, I can’t see blokes taking a fancy to me anyway! Never mind, it will be interesting to see what fate throws at us.
I am very self conscious as I accidentally loosened a tooth and it became so painful I eventually had to pull it out. My upgraded plastic teeth at the front don’t fit properly as a result. You can’t really tell! Most fellas skip through profiles to the pictures so if I meet and there’s any complaints when I pop me gnashers out I can point to this little disclaimer.
I may not be able to measure up to a fantasy version or stereotype of myself. The real me is loving, warm, attentive, loyal and quite able to surprise.
I’m just going to trust in fate here. This site is not advertised or indexed by search engines so only fate will cause someone to end up here.
Anyway here goes. I am a Transgender woman but apart from that am just very ordinary, honest, caring and loving. I started living as my true self just a few years ago. It sorted out all sorts of internal turmoil. I just made the decision and made the change. I had spent 55 years desperately trying to live as a sort of stereotype. I was 5 years old when I gave up trying to explain about myself. I wasn’t bitter at the time, just felt like a reject that didn’t belong anywhere. I wished I had never been born. How on Earth did I manage? I don’t know. Some kind of instruction book would have helped haha. Never mind, I will put a link here when I finish writing about it.
Anyway about me.
I’m called Pauline. I live in South Tyneside.
5’6 Blue eyes, nice legs, not a bad figure in fact considering I am 62. I weigh about 10 stone. I am looking for a broad minded, confident fella.
Might be best just to view the pictures now. Save a bit of time. If you are put off by the pictures we won’t be seeing each other after all. I don’t want a fella who is ashamed to be seen with me in case his mates take the micky. I am not ashamed of myself, I didn’t ask to be born Trans after all.
Never mind, you can come back to this if you are not put off haha. (I think I might have a rather nervous laugh when I feel uncomfortable but not sure about that lol). There are plenty of other things about myself that I am not happy about but they are superficial really, mainly to do with how I look not the kind of person I am. I have a lot of love in my heart and have never invited hate in. I have a lot of love to give and just want love and romance same as most people. I’m trying hard not to do that laugh thing again. xx
I am looking for a long term relationship, hopefully, with a nice man of my own age more or slightly less. I was on POF and my experience was positive but I didn’t feel fully accepted on the main stream dating sites. I didn’t get any abuse and everyone was quite pleasant in fact but I had to explain myself quite a lot and I don’t like having to do that.
I am going to get the awkward part of the profile out of the way now. I’m not embarrassed to talk about what follows so I must be very easy going. Anyway, going to mention the unmentionable so get ready for blushes lol. I am ‘pre op’ and at my age I might not even be able to have one. I hope I can but the reality is that I might not live long enough. The waiting list is very long and every year I ring them only to find it’s even longer but at least they have not forgotten me.
I am fully female and always have been since I was born but was never recognised as such even though I did tell everyone when I was little. No body listened or understood and most people still don’t understand, that’s just how it is. I am and always have been female. Unfortunately the body is not.
So the profile. My hobbies are:-
Sailing, reading fiction and non fiction, Theater if someone will take me, meditation and music. I also enjoy archery but I practice alone to avoid the self declared experts haha. I like to see my friends once a week for a good catch up and to drink tea and hopefully to have a nice visit to somewhere, well, nice. We don’t go very far, usually a walk round a local park or such like. I don’t smoke and don’t drink, I’m daft enough without drinking, don’t mind if others do though.
There is nothing false about the photo’s so I couldn’t look any worse. Actually I could given the nature of time, hurry while stocks last if you are at all interested haha. xx
I don’t like my body much but do want any potential boyfriend to fancy me. I am very easy going and understanding I think. I go with intuition and don’t judge others in the way people are judged in court. I accept everyone as a work in progress rather than make judgements.
Well that’s it. To sum up. I am honest and have a lot of love to share. I am loyal and like to please others. I am looking for a nice mature man for a casual or long term relationship. I am very easy going and undemanding.
If you would like to chat so we can get to know each other just post a comment. It will only be seen by myself and not made public and if you are interested I will give you my email address.
I have just successfully cut my fringe. What it looks like now is anyone’s guess. At least I have achieved something today although what I have achieved is not quite clear to me yet. I think it is acceptable. I made a little video so I could ask my opinion on the result.
What’s done is done so it doesn’t really matter if it’s a mess or not.
Hairdressing must be very stressful, I felt quite stressed about cutting my fringe and took ages working up courage to actually do the cutting. Imagine messing someone elses hair up though. I couldn’t do it, my hands would be all a quiver with the fear of it all.
I was inspired by the newsreader who said she cut her own fringe with nail scissors when she introduced an article about hairdressing on the telly at 1:30pm today. She had gone by the time I found my glasses but she must have done a good job of it so I thought right, I’m going to cut my fringe.
This is all very boring but true. I’m just practicing doing little posts with links and stuff. Just a bit of fun really. xx