A Little Bit About Me

Good day and welcome to my humble site. Kick back and relax as I try and tell you a bit about myself. No, this is not to boast but just to give you a chance to get to know who I am and perhaps my motivations for doing what it is that I do.

Perhaps a physical description at the start may help. I am a white male to female transsexual. I have blonde hair and blue eyes and stand about 5'11" tall. In what I know call the old part of my life, that is what has happened before I started anew, I was even nicknamed Thor and Viking due to my very fair features. Those features have served me well in my life now and I have even been called Valkyrie. I like to think that would be more of the classical, romantic version of the Valkyries and not how they had been perceived way back when. :) I have no need for shoulder pads in my clothing as I have strong shoulders and a strong back. Yet somehow my purse still manages to slide down off my shoulder through the day. I think that is part of some evil plot: Make shoulder bags that will never set upon the shoulder for more than 10 minutes.

Continuing...I played soccer growing up and have very strong legs. Even though I no longer run or work out with weights my calves have stay well defined. Although I think that my legs do not look as good as they once did, they still remain the most complimented part of my body. Meanwhile my breasts still have the top rank for body part most talked to by the male individuals or our species. ;)

I had a very normal life growing up. Middle, middle class in a small town up north that was more Southern in culture than Northern. Shotgun racks could be seen in many a pickup and a number of people even spoke with a bit of a twang. Work usually consisted of something in agriculture, the government, or in a factory. Before NAFTA we had a lot of glass and other factories. Most of those are gone now as are the jobs. When I moved away the unemployment rate was around 14% in our County, which was double the national average.

I bonded with both parents. My father was the breadwinner and my mother worked for most of the year at a Christmas factory. The great advantage to her working there is that she had a number of months off during the year. That meant no coming home to an empty house and not having to always be at a sitter's house. With my mother I learned how to cook, wash clothes (my father sure could not or at least had learned how to screw up just enough as to not be asked to wash clothes, LOL), and other various things about the house. That is not to say that is all I learned but that is what I learned when it was just she and I. My father took me hunting, fishing, eventually became involved in my soccer activities, helped me in scouting, and even got me started on lifting some weights. All of us ate together, watched television, went shopping, went on vacations, etc.

I also come from what was once a very large family. Huge cookouts were very much par for the course in my childhood. Great big vats of spaghetti, sauce, meatballs, crabs, oysters, and whatever else were favourites of the family. The adults would drink and talk while the children played in the yard. Sometime during the day there would be a volleyball game between the adults and those of use big enough to play. Any excuse was good enough to have a cookout and I did look forward to them. I sure do miss them now.

I do have a sister as well. She is married to someone I met in my kindergarten class and they have a little one now. The first non-fuzzy grandbaby for my mother. The poor kid will be spoiled rotten. My sister and I are only a few years apart and that had its ups and downs. Growing up those few years were like a big chasm between us although we did have our moments. Older, our relationship matured and she came to know my friends and I to know her's. Today we still talk, but not like we used to.

As with all things, people pass on from our lives. I have attended too many funerals, including that of my father's. As the older generation dies out so do some of the customs. After my grandmother died the cookouts were fewer and then after a few more passed on they disappeared. Family I did not see around town I would now only see at funerals.

Biography Continued, Page 2 of 3

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