All this ‘trans’ discussion has made me feel deeper and deeper shame at my lack of courage in coming out publicly to you all. If transgender, transracial and even transable people can summon the courage to face the truth, with all its possible consequences, I must as well.
Perhaps it was only that I lacked the vocabulary. I simply didn’t have a name for what I truly am before today. Whatever, I beg your indulgence and forgiveness for having appeared before you all for so long under such a cloud of deception, even if it was not my intention.
Today I state what I truly am. I am a transfinancial male.
Yes. I said it. I am a rich man, trapped in a poor man’s body. I have known it, on some level, all my life. It explains so many things.
Now: Where do I go for the corrective surgery?
I truly understand… I’ve always said I am a Scotswoman, trapped in a Dutch body. There is no cure for this condition. 🙂
There are many centers for treatment. All are located far from your home.
In cases as severe as yours, treatment takes quite some time, often many years.
You should understand that the risks are high. There is a substantial chance that you would not survive. While the body might live, the person known as “Joel” would cease to exist.
Still interested?
There is politico-therapy. Mayo u keep sticking your hands in other people’s pockets until you are cured.
What s said.
I’ve heard your ailment is pretty widespread, and, in fact, seems to have become quite contagious over the last 6 years. Incompletely aware of your exact position on the poverty-to-affluence scale I’m not sure how effective my suggestion would be, but the for rest of us we could start with a taxectomy.
Hum…Welcome to the club…I’m the female version…If there is a 12 step program, I haven’t heard about it but will let you know if I hear something.
I’ve wanted transfinancial surgery ever since I accepted my true nature. Can’t afford it. (rimshot)