Wednesday, January 8, 2014

What are you called?

Being transgender gives you a lot of freedom. I know, we’re slaves to fashion, it takes forever to get ready, and most of us avoid certain places due to prejudicial treatment, but we are free nonetheless.

We are free to change, because we’ve accepted our need to change.
We are free to love, whoever and whenever we want.
We are free to be loved, hopefully by those who hate our choices.
We are free to start over. New life, new job, new residence.
Freedom comes when everything else is gone.
After a period of change, caterpillars turn into beautiful butterflies, & butterflies are free.

Along with the freedom to change, comes a new name. Legal problems not withstanding, we may call ourselves whatever we want. I switched the initials of the name I was given at birth, and came up with Francine Nichole Keller.

Until recently, I never realized how that name would sound when somebody called me Francine. It’s one thing to call myself that, but to hear it from others, well . . .

I think I mentioned that I write fiction. So does "he", (my male counterpart). For awhile, as an author, I went by Francine Keller, but as I said, the sound of the name Francine bothered me. So I changed it to F Nichole Keller, but "he" knows a GG named Nichole, and I’m not a Nichole.

You see the trouble is, I couldn’t think of a good name that starts with an ‘F’. So, now, I’m thinking of switching my initials back. I’ve heard many stories told by transgender women who picked a name with the same first letter as their male counterparts. That way they could just sign everything using an initial.

I like that idea, it would make transition easier. Can you think of girl’s names that start with ‘K’? Help me pick a name and I’ll love you forever. I think I’ll make a contest of it. Tell you what. If I pick your suggestion, I’ll send you a Walmart gift card.

What would you call me? I’m a Sagittarius, with a Scorpio rising. I’m overweight but losing. Two whole sizes in a year, yeah! Fist pump. My goal is drop more and get into my wife’s old dresses before Diva Las Vegas in March. I might not make it down that far, but I’m going to look good.

Also, I’m a fifty something artistic person, who loves to love and be loved. What would you call me? It should be a ‘K’ name but I’ll consider ‘F’ names, too. Good luck, and thank you.

Love, Francine, Uh . . . Me

PS Happy 2014

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