........One ...Womens ...Battle ..With ...Transsexuality......

                               " Chase That Dream "

             This My Dedication To All Sisters Worldwide.







To find true happyness , one must search ones's Inner soul and bring forth the real person buried inside.


Being Transgendered can be a gift a blessing only bestowed on a few of the worlds population,but true happyness can only be forthcoming if a person enteres into a transition with spirit and deep desire to succeed and become part of  todays society.


From children we are brought up and brainwashed into believing that society as a whole is the only correct way to live our lifes , and in most cases amount to nothing more than machines that lumber on from day to day , with  dreams and disires that are never realised.And as we grow old ,still not realising these dreams , our candles finally flicker out and the dreams go with us to meet our makers . 

Oh yes there is hope, thers is that pot of gold at the end of that rainbow ,and that yellow brick road to take us there.

But each individual has the choice to chase that dream or carry on living that mundane ,rather tiresome life at Times.

Yes we need the courage to blossom and to grow and develope from a seed into a wonderful person that so often is buried deep inside ones self.

In todays society basic understanding has never been so great , and with this new found understanding towards  transgendered people worldwide we have the choice as individuals  that people from other generations never had  and with this comes the chance to fully realise our selfs .

Each person is a living entity that disires to be given the freedom of choice  to be able to express there true inner selfs ,and with love and understanding and a little support the options  are endless.

Search your souls,chase that dream, search out the happyness for surely its just an arms length away .

Yes we can go on dreaming a dream .but we have the choice in our own hands to realise this ,and with the courage and conviction installed in us deep in our hearts ,the options are endless.

                     These Passages Are Dedicated To My Sisters Worldwide .

                                                                               Tina Marie Phillips .   11/08/09





Reasons To Cherish Being Transsexual



    Because being transsexual is often so hurtful, so filled with sadness and longing, with shame and loss and difficulty, it is easy to come to the conclusion that the whole thing is utterly a curse, perhaps inflicted by arcane and evil ancient gods.

    Oh, probably.

    But there is an upside too.
    Most human lives are utterly mundane, devoid of any real uniqueness, the average person somnambulates through an existence devoted to filling the roles expected of them.

    But to be a transsexual is a magical, wondrous thing.

    Consider. We are given many gifts in compensation for the terrible loss of our childhood as ourselves, and for the pain we endure. We are by some as yet unknown mechanism statistically far more intelligent, as a class, than perhaps any other kind of people. We are almost universally more creative, and we often possess incredible levels of courage and self determination, demonstrated by our very survival, and ultimate attainment of our goal. We are rare as miracles, and in our own way, as magical, or so has been the belief of all ancient cultures on the earth.

    We are given awareness that others would never experience, understanding of gender, of the human condition, of society and the roles and hidden rules unquestioned within it. We are given a window into the lives of both sexes, and cannot help but be, to some degree, beyond either. From this we have a rare opportunity: to choose our own life, outside predetermined and unquestioned definition or role. We can do new things, original things, only because our experience is so unique.

    We get to be true shapeshifters, and experience the sheer wonder of melty-wax flesh and a real rebirth into the world. Our brains and bodies gain benefit from having been bathed in and altered by the hormones of both sexes. We appear to retain our visible youthfulness where others wrinkle, and for years longer. We possess neural advantages from both sexes, such as the language advantages of the feminized brain, and the spatial abilities of the masculinized brain both. We are shocked into waking up, if we allow it, to a life we create for ourselves...we are not automatically doomed to sleepwalk through life.

    After our transformations, after the full-moon lycanthropic miracle that the modern age affords us, we can live lives of success and love, and genuine specialness, if we choose. If we can get past our upbringing, past the programming, the bigotry, the messages of disgust from the culture around us, if we can stand as ourselves in freedom, then our special gifts grant us a heritage of wondrous power.

    We have a proud and marvelous history. In ancient days we were magic incarnate. We were Nadle, Winkte, Two-Souls, Shamans and healers and magical beings to our communities. We possessed the ability to give the blessings of the gods and spirits, and were prized as companions, lovers, and teachers.

    We were the prize gift of ancient tribes, entertainers, designers and dreamers. Sometimes we were the -somewhat reluctant- rulers of empires, and the consorts of emperors. We were champions and warriors too, who were feared for our unique gifts turned to inevitable victory.

    Know that it is only in recent centuries, with the rise of the single minded, monolithic and monotheistic desert religions, filled with harsh single gods and twisted, narrow morals, that our kind have become reviled, the objects of scorn. Once, we were the kin of the gods.

    To be transsexual is not easy, and it is not a birth that could be envied, but neither is it a damnation. It was once considered a rare wonder, if a mixed one; a faery gift that cuts as it blesses.

    And in the modern age, of hormones and surgery, we are the first generations of our kind to finally know the joy of complete transformation, of truly gaining our rightful bodies. No other transsexuals in history have been so fortunate.

    I say that we are unicorns, rare and wondrous, with still a touch of ancient magic and the kinship of the gods. Though it is agony, beyond the fire we have the opportunity to become alchemic gold.

    We have much to add to the world, and to give to ourselves and those who love us.

    We have always been, we are still the prize of the tribe, for only the world around us has changed, the desert harshness branding us vile. We are still the same.

    Our compensations are real, and our lives are special; we have but to grasp the gifts born of our sufferings.

    When I look around me at the mundane lives, there are times I think that maybe I am glad I was born transsexual, for I would never have been what I have become without that curse. I cannot help but be grateful for my uniqueness, so I am brought to a strange revelation:

    Deep down, I cherish having been born a transsexual.

    Be a unicorn with me, and cherish it too.