Crossing the Line

It’s been a real struggle keeping one foot in the feminine and the other in the masculine. Crossing the line between worlds creates problems in each. Lately, I’ve found myself in the male side too much, and I wonder if he’s taking over. It hasn’t been a purge cycle, but it feels like one.

It would be easier if I lost 150 pounds and the boy didn’t have to be so masculine. There’s a battle raging and one side is winning, but tonight I’m crossing the line. In the time since the illness I mentioned last time, hair has grown back in places it used to be. Tonight, I shaved those places.

I took a shower and dressed in; pink panties, cargo shorts, and maroon tank top. I look like a fat old man, (See above 150 pounds) but I’m going to Wally world. I need another shot of estrogen (where ever it came from).

I’ve noticed a trend in the Trans world lately that bothers me. People seem to be turning their back on God. It saddens me because hateful people use God as a shield for their hatred.

God loves them as much as he loves you. He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t make mistakes either. Narrow minded people feel threatened by those who would force them to believe certain things. When you attack their beliefs about God you are doing the same thing to them, that you fear from them.

There are bigots on all sides, so please stop blaming God for other peoples actions. He didn’t do it.

Now, tonight, I cross the line. Wish me luck.

                                                                 Love Francine