S.T.A.G.s
Some Transgenders Are Guys


A Letter To My Family

Dear Family,

This is the hardest thing I have ever had to tell you. I don't know where to begin. You need to know, and you've been so good to me you deserve to know. Before I continue, let me tell you I love you so much. I will always love you. I'm sure you know that, but I need to say it again and again.

Now, where to begin? On the day that I was born the Doctor told you,"It's a girl!" Thus, the ordeal began. My earliest memory is of walking beside David pedalling his toy car. "Why can't I have a car?," I asked myself. Girls don't get cars. I never had the words to tell you that I wasn't a girl. I knew even then that you wanted me and loved me as a girl.

I Hated Dresses

I hated the dresses, and the girls things even then, but I wanted desperately to please you. So I wore the things you made for me. When I was that young, I could play with David all day long, and we usually played with David's toys. I loved it. In our house, my toys were all for girls. Given the choice, I chose David's toys.

Then, there was Tammy. Tea parties with Tammy were not my style, but Tammy seems to have been the only child my age on the block. So I played with her. I believe it was at this time that we painted Arleen's room pink. I hated pink. Pink is for girls. I wanted blue. Blue is for boys. Do you remember? There was no way to explain to you that I wanted blue because I was a boy. But it was Arleen's room. I don't remember where I slept at all.

I Got On The Bus

I believe it was there that I got on the school bus to go to a little boy's house. I wasn't supposed to ride the bus at all. We kept getting farther and farther away, and when the boy got off, I lost my nerve and stayed on the bus. The bus driver was annoyed when he found out. He brought me back to the school, and I walked home crying. Mom heard me and came and got me.

Why did I get on the bus? I wanted to play boy's games with that little boy. There was no way to explain that I was a boy.

I Am A Boy

As I got older, the feeling that I was a boy only increased. So much of my early childhood is obscured by a veil. It is as if it was hidden from me for my own protection. There are very few sharp memories. There is my dog Princess and here puppies from the David era, and how she was put to sleep and the puppies taken in a huge box to a old lady in a green house.

There was a fig tree in the backyard of the house near Tammy. And I remember Peggy and I in a bed pretending to be asleep when Daddy came home and not being able to prevent giggling.

I remember Daddy coming to get me when I tried to walk barefoot through stickers and ended up sitting down and getting them in my bottom. These are just snatches of memory.

Puberty

At some point in school, I had sex education. When my breasts started growing and my period started, I was neither surprised nor scared. But I hated it.

I hated every minute of it. It was horrible, Boys don't have to deal with this horror. The cramps were devastatng. I don't remember them telling me about the cramps.

The older I got, the more people tried to force me into girl mode. Girls don't do that. Little ladies don't do that. You can't do that because you're a girl. There was no way to tell you I was a boy.

Fantasy

I retreated into a world of fantasy and of books. The books took me to far away places. They took me deep into a fantasy world.

First, I became a boy with a horse. Then, the outlaw, Billy the Kid. Then, I was a knight and finally a prince. All of them were male roles. I was the pirate. I was the sorceror. I was the rescuer of the damsel in distress. I was the soldier. All of these were boy roles.

I kept these fantasies to myself mostly. There were times perhaps when you would catch m in them. But you dismissed it as tomboyishness.

Throughout my life I have been the boy. I have been the man. I didn't choose this. I have been miserable trying to be the girl and the woman that you expected me to be. I knew a long time ago that if I had the money I would get a sex change. I told Kenny Ham. I told William. Years ago, I told them. But there was no money so I put it off.

November 15, 1999

November 15, 1999 I fully intended to kill myself if I wasn't Troy by midnight. My marriage was over. I had failed yet again to be the woman I appear to be. My gay lover on the internet had discovered I wasn't male after all because William Told them, and this gay lover of mine told me to leave "Mandate" which was the chat room I always went in. "Mandate" was where all my friends went to chat. All these thing converged into the worst day of my life. But those things were only the symptoms of the problem. The problem was and is that i'm a man in a woman's body.

Dad took me to the hospital. I told the doctors everything. For the first time in my life, I was able to tell someone who could help. By the time I left the hospital, I knew that the only way I was going to survive was by getting a sex change and becoming the man I was meant to be.

January

In January, I told you that I was going to become Troy. You reacted in just about the manner I thought you would. Except for Arleen who was more upset than anybody when I had been under the impression that it would be easier for her than for Mom.

Arleen gave me Bible verses which I resented since I knew the people in the Bible couldn't possibly known what the Bible said about this. Mom accused me of bringing troubles upon the family, and "what will people think". Dad told me to think about it. That was the last time anyone speak about it.

Your silence has not made it go away. I started taking testosterone in January. I have had eight testosterone shots since then. My voice has deepened. I have hair in places men grow hair (including my face). I am excited and happier than I've been in years.

Expensive Surgery

On May 18,2000, I have two doctor's appointments. One is with the OB-Gyn who will be doing the hysterectomy which is necessary and will be covered by insurance. The other is a plastic surgeon who will be doing the mastectomy to reconfigure my chest to a masculine appearance. I just have to figure out how to pay for it. If I can arrange it, both will be done at the same time. Then there is the divorce and the name and gender change to deal with and pay for.

Then, when I have lived as a man for a year, I will have the final surgery. It will be the construction of a phallus.

This is all very expensive, but I am certain that if I don't do it, I will not survive. I will destroy myself...commit suicide. It was very scary to come so close to doing that, and I never want to feel like that again. I know of no other way to deal with this problem. I tried so hard to be the perfect little girl. I tried so hard to be the woman you think I am. But it was killing me.

I'm Gay

There is one more thing I have to say before I close thi letter. I am attracted to men and I always have been. I don't expect that to change, so when you have a son in the near future, he will very likely be gay.

Family---let me introduce myself--I am Troy Michael Karlion Ham. In closing, I can only say I love you. I know this is hard for you,but I hope you will forgive me anyway.

Sincerely and Affectionately,

Troy

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