Today I had what will probably go down as one of THE most magnificent days I have ever experienced.
It was the stuff of dreams. It was the very situation I had hoped, dreamed and pleaded for since childhood.
There I was in the middle of my girlfriends. We were all gathered together breaking bread and having a meal to celebrate the lives and birthdays of two of us and to encourage another as she prepares to undergo a back surgery that may take her away from us.
We are all just another group of women you’ll find most anywhere in a town this size.
We are really no different than most women.
You will find us playing Monday night rummy and talking about the weekend we had and the one coming.
We are over at the food bank giving our time and attention to the needs of others.
We share a lot. We hug a lot. We make small talk on a shaded porch after a warm afternoon.
There are no pretensions. We stick together like glue in our conspiracy.
If one does not have a puppy, we share our puppies with the other until we can find one for them.
We are student teachers. We are learning a new tech while we teach others how to sew and make their own clothes.
We minister to each other.
We hold hands. We walk our separate roads together. We live in hope and faith.
As I was looking at this today, I started crying. This is what I had been working so hard for all these many years.
Today made it all worth those years of struggle, pain and tribulation it took to become a completed work.
Today marked this accomplishment like no other day before or after my s.r.s. surgery. I am thankful beyond measure. Words cannot describe how I am feeling tonight. Joy is only part of the mixture of my emotions.
Having taken a step back, I looked at my journey again. I wanted to review the miracle that had taken place.
There was “Karla.” Today, she is an adult. She is having supper with her peers. She is laughing and sharing with her friends. She has more quality friends than she ever had in her entire life. All of this came together today. And there she is in the midst of her friends. She is happy, fulfilled and a completed work. Her needs are met. All of this is no less than a God made miracle.
There was absolutely nothing male about this encounter. This is the process of “transexing.” We come so far we can no longer identify with anything male one bit. I am no longer transsexual. I am no longer intersex. I am simply a woman, no more, no less.
This has been my hearts desire since I was a little girl. I wanted to be able to go out and just be with my girlfriends. I wanted to be grown up, living and loving like women have done through the ages.
I am not pleased with having the best of both female and male worlds because for all this time I only wanted to live the one world where I live now. I am living as a mature female.
The miracle has been completed. If I am still dreaming, I hope I never wake.
This is the stuff of which dreams are made.
Karla (last name unknown)