I knew I was girl when I was five years old and sharing my feelings with my older sister. There is really nothing male about me except for this body. The problem was I always found myself stuck in career and social circumstances where male cosplay was my only viable option. I am retired now, and I am finally free to live my life on my own terms. My emotional transition is letting me express my thoughts and hopes and dreams with a depth of love and emotion I never knew before. While I despair over this hateful cultural environment, i view life and love and the universe with hope and optimism. I have never felt such joy and such sorrow at the same time, never felt so vulnerable yet so strong. I am often consumed with emotion and empathy. I am finding who this girl sara really is, and the more i know her the more I like her. The only question now is how far I can realistically transition, given the limitations of age, health, and financial resources. Some selfish part of me says just do it, burn the bridges, let the chips fall where they may and deal with the fallout. But an older, wiser, better part of me says think of others too, and spare them such collateral damage, they are good people struggling to accept what they already know. Now, more than ever, I am proud and happy to be evolving into different flavor of sarandrogenous, a little more female and a little less male every day. I so love being here with you, and I so love and respect each and every one of just the way you are, exotic and unique and beautiful. Stand tall in the face of evil, my sisters, for this too shall pass. as always, your friend, sara