Sunday, December 16, 2012
One of the classic ways to delay an advancing force was to burn your bridges behind you! By the act of fire, making what had once been the easy crossing of a physical/geographical barrier became the same difficult if not impossible crossing it had been before the bridge was erected! Needless to say, as useful as this may be to cut off a threat, it also works in reverse as well! If one burns ones bridges, then going back to what was is just as difficult or as impossible! Once that bridge is burnt, there simply is no going back!
This example was such a poignant one to human life that the act of burning a bridge became part of our lexicon! Such that when it is said one has burnt one's bridges, it implies that the one doing the act of burning has done something which simply cannot be undone... The act of telling the boss they are a croaker sack stuffed full of shit comes to mind! While it may be quite satisfying to say it, once done, it is pretty much assured that the sayer is going to be looking for other "opportunities!"
Transition is also one of those things which like the above, once done, cannot be undone! Of for sure... you could cut your hair, toss the ill fitting clothes into the garbage along with the gobs of bad makeup, and restock your Ol' man-self from the Sears Men's Department of ugly clothes... but just as those things which you just purged were but simply trappings of gender and have little to do with ones sex, so to does their counter have little to do with rebuilding what was destroyed when your bridge was burnt!
Honestly? You folks gotta get way more serious about this and stop cheering each other on like lemmings! Cause when the pink fog wears off... There is a hard cold reality that is going to come crashing in that there is no going back! You simply cannot undo the damage done. The damage you have done to your familial relations is forever! The friendships which were lost to this endeavor are gone for good. You cannot set to right the business connections which were soured by your acts. What is done is done, and never will it be as it once was! And that is not even considering if one has had "the surgery" or not! Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Willy? Well, cut that little old rascal off and he's gone for good and tain't never going to pop his funny looking head up in this world ever again!
But what the hey! More than 80% of "trans-(wo)men" will never have surgery! Why? cause they're planning on keeping 'The Precious!" In fact, hearing them talk, it is not just "The Precious" they think they can hold onto... It seems they are under the delusion they can keep it all! Why the house the status, the kids/grandkids, the job, the little woman, the membership in the Rotary Club, their 401k (minus of course the girl suit they want to buy!) the old drinking buddys! Heck! It seems they are under the delusion that all of can transfer over cause they simply want it to!... Hey! They were men! They know how to do things happen, having spend 50 some years as a men building careers and by God, if they made it, then it's theirs to keep! Just listen to the things they all say to the little wifey! "but I won't change! I'll still be me! I'll just be female! We can even still have sex together as lesbians! Why are you being so mean! Why won't you support me?" Me me me!
Really? Really? The whole point of transition is to NOT be who you were! To NOT be a guy! Tell me? Where did she sign up to be in a lesbian relationship with a man in a dress who pretends to be female? No where? uhu...
Remember transition is an act of burning ones bridges... and what that means to the possibility of return? There isn't one! Even the idea of return is one colossal fail! Remember, when it is gone, it is gone!
I know I know! I can see you saying "big deal!" You're smart people. You are on this side now, so what does it matter? "So what if I crossed my bridge then burnt it! Who the heck cares! I can simply "live as a woman" now!" Ahhh my dear dear campers! Were that life were but so simple! Sadly what is NEVER told to those who run quickly and gayly across their bridged, torches held to the high, is that there is not some bright shinning city called girl town just waiting for them on this side with welcoming arms! There is only a vast and empty wasteland full of the worst sort of hardship and despair! Oh don't get me wrong! There really is that city to be had, but it is a very long ways off. It is nothing like what you think it will be like, and getting there is an act of extremis! One which can only be done if one is completely willing to leave all the things from the old life, as well as anything which they were foolish enough to take across that bridge! Including all that they knew or more likely, all that they thought they knew about life on this side! Even then? The chances of them arriving safe and sane in that far and distant land is anything but assured! The image of war refugees pouring out of the cities into the country side sticks in my mind. At first they will all be lugging all that they could carry with them. Clunking and bunmping slowly out of town... and many, even faced with the horrors that surround them are going to be unwilling to part with their "treasures!" So when exhaustion sets in, they are going to sit down, clutch their stuff, and there in the midst of all the others cast off junk they will die!
Who knows? Maybe the army won't cross? Maybe there might be a way for them to eek out a living here in the detritus and dead! Certainly some have! The net is filled with those who make Pink Essence's and TS Road Maps, but make no mistake! For all their noise, they are very few and very far between and having burnt their bridge and being unwilling to leave what was theirs, they are simply making the best of a very bad situation by feeding on you, and they are not and never will be one step closer to girl town than they were when they also sat down! Again... look at their numbers... how many do you think can live upon the hapless who followed them? Certainly not the hapless who will stupidly render their own flesh at their bidding so those few may stay contented and full?
No Dear ones! If you are one of those from Blog Town playing with matches on the bridge to the wastes of Jender, it might behoove you to consider long and hard what awaits you on the other side! You spent a life time playing by man rules... Are you really ready now to play by girl rules for the rest of your life? To be judged ONLY on your looks and to be found sorely wanting? To be willingly subservient to men and still ignored? To accept the complete loss of your male privileges while you watch other, still men exercise theirs? To know all that you once had will never be yours again? Are you willing to accept this struggle and see it to completion knowing your chances of success are minuscule and even then, it will take the rest of your life?
If the answer to any of those is no... then I strongly suggest that you keep your matches at home! Cross the bridge if you want! Put on a frock and play in the wastelands to your hearts content, but remember... when the devil is in your ear telling you how it will be all better if that bridge were gone... The odds are, that it will be anything but!