lundi 1 février 2010

america rules!

mkay, i'm french, but my american friend who's planning to meet me in Chonburi is .... american,

therefore he could give me some USA inside news on the passport service:

If you are traveling within 48-72 hours, please contact the National Passport Information Center by phone or via email. Responses to emails may take 2-4 days.

mkay, i've never been great in maths but travelling in 24 hours and receiving an answer after 2 days just feels wrong ... but maybe it's just me :D

https://passportstatus.state.gov/opss/OPSS_Status_d.asp

samedi 5 septembre 2009

Photobucket


yes! i draw now !

actually i did that sketching months ago, but i was hoping to make it better, ink it, vectorize it, whatever, i didn't even have an eraser when i did that!! 8|


and then the result was : i did nothing! :p

so i'm posting it "as is" and i will progress LATER! :)

jeudi 13 août 2009

- Nickie 2.0 -

still in beta version


this a list post again, lists are cool to look at stuff, but what am i talking about?


the concept i call nickie 2.0 is let's say what i aim to be, all that nickie 1.0 would have been scared or ashamed to do, or to be, etc, Nickie 2.0 is simply my goal, i mention this nickie 2.0 when i succeed something, free myself from something, it's very simple and also difficult to explain, mostly based on a list of "milestones" that are those:


I shall be Nickie 2.0, not oncei get surgery, would be a bit simplistic :D

but i'll be nickie 2.0 once:

-i'll be able to think about my past without crying or even be proud of it why not

-i will have gotten rid of that sick way to look at myself and will be able to ack with the ease and spontaneity of zoe in Venus Envy , Nickie 1.0 knows improvisation and ad-libing but doesn't have that spontaneity and openness of the finally peaceful nickie 2.0, whose chart involves having hindsight yes, but not compulsively, not about myself in a paranoid way, it includes for example not trying to show people what they expect to see especially people from before:
to not anticipate nor fear the "ah you like that sort of stuff??"

-i will see in my mirror the very same thing i see with my eyes closed, even maybe be proud of it

-i'll accept people's love, as i will not be a monster, or an emotional ruin, or an incarnation of shame and self-hatred



in that order, obviously :)



on the ruins of nickie 1.0 i shall build the most flamboyant temple, once i'll be able to appreciate all i get, all i become or will have become without back thoughts, then i shall be 2.0



and i'll make it!



.

mardi 21 juillet 2009

daily news

okay that is confirmed, i do have a planned appointment for my bikini bottom surgery : febuary, the 19th, 2010

and 21 days to send a 20% deposit
seeing my psy in 29 days ..

having a real moral problem with that, the little angel nickie has a bullet proof morality and doesn't like the idea of trying to force my way with the official team, but the little devil nickie has some quite valable arguments ...

so sure, i do have 2 months before the planned date to either cancel and get a total refound, or change the date , so i can play the "i'm ok, take your time, i'm just ensuring to stay in the waiting lists, yes i sent 3000 euros but don't worry"

yes, looks like empathy blackmail, i don't quite like it, but if it can worki have no choice but trying


remains the plane tickets issue..... not only for me but also for my friends, making plans in such incertain context is a bit tough, especially if i'm not alone ... tho it's not like my life had not been incertain and tough until now

and shit, they should be happy to see their patient moving their ass, motivated , active, eyes full of hope etc etc, no ?!

samedi 18 juillet 2009

...

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

surgery, so important?

hey let's do a little post about the sexiest part of being trans, the part involving sharp objects and bloody pieces of meat , and months of pain :p

because today i'm booking my surgery day ,

no i still don't have my psy's refferal letter but the waiting list keeps running while i stay home typing this blog and waiting in vain 2 months before seeing my psy again, wich will definitely want to kick my sissy ass once i'll tell her but hey, i gotta get busy in that interval

worries are: the more i wait, the closer will the date be , the more expensive will the plane ticket become, or full, and also i'd feel guilty to change my reservation 4 times to the clinic ...

other worry, i don't like looking like forcing my psy, but hey, by the way, i've been sent ot her just because my sexologist couldn't give me refferal letters himself, unless i misunderstood something
and it's only a day, doesn't force me to anything


so while i'm talking about it, an opinion i have might sound strange to my friends, psys, anybody :



surgery, i don't want it much :o

my psy told me "but you see, after the surgery, there's no way back"
i said "eh? you think i can go back now?!"

(and no, i didn't get an answer)

the french statr, thru tribunals (no law mentions it and europe is against that concept but well..) says that surgery defines if you can change your papers or not ....



surgery seems to be THE goal, i don't agree with that, to me it's one detail of the trio "hormone-hair removal-surgery" they are all essential, who would do ONLY the surgery and nothing else? are you a woman for having just no beard? or for having breasts and and hips, but still a penis and beard?

nah none is superiorthe 3 shall be equal to me, laser socially freed me , and took some lil weight off me in my bathroom or against my pillow, the hormonal therapy sloooowly sends me back to what i expected to tend , and very slowly makes mirrors friendlier to me too

but what is the surgery ? an open door to swimsuits, a feeling of normality, comfort too because hiding what i hise isn't quite comfy at all, it's even painful at times

but no surgery will probablly not make me as happy as the laser did, it's just intimate, for me and my underwear, but i don't want to consider if THE goal

so i hear you screaming :

"but for seeex?"


well that's very easy, i don't do sex, i have zero libido, zero flirt, zero hope
i say i prefer gils because i don't like hair and i don't see myself kissing a dude, but right now, if i try to think of it, i don't want to make love with anything or anybody at all, i just don't care , and i quite like it: it's quiet and peaceful, no pulsion, no burning fire, it's cool :)

it's not the first time i feel that way, in the past even before the HRT , years before i used to be stunned by comments like "wow you had no sex for 2 weeks??? how can you hold so long!"
i thought it was strange for people to find it so important :p

i mention times because i'm human, i have experienced pulsions , but sometimes, lightly, still able to laugh at the "what? 2 weeks?" lines :p


so yes i want surgery; because i kinda need it for my papers, because "it goes with the rest" , because my 3 layers of tight underpants bother me, and i want ot be like the others, , just for not having anything to hide, and get rif od the major source of testerone in my body (vade retro satanas! 15 years you've been ruining me! i know i's already done, but STILL! )


but i won't accept the idea that the SRS makes me a woman, after all i've been thru ,
i also don't accept the idea that i'm supposed to be able to go back, as long as i haven't done surgery, afyer 15 years conformation, 3 years and a half of counceling, 6 month hormones , 3 laser sessions, and as much "real life test" as you can get

i want the surgery to finish the work, or just like you get a mole removed, i don't want to be defined by it, because it's not my fault i haven't choosed to need it !





or simply, i just want to do it bue not be questionned about it, just reminds me i'm abnormal, or monstruous , until then i wish i could just forget, forget the surgery, forget the laser, forget my forst puberty and that pain that follows me , like a seed planted in me when i was born, growing in me, annoying after 10 years, heavy at 15, paralysing at 20 ...




and just be what i finally see in my mirror


.

jeudi 16 juillet 2009

Real Life "Test"

ihave already mentionned some of those things, but it's time to get deeper

in febuary 2009, i got a laser session,
late march, got another one

and a week after i went on a trip , to japan, don't have to go this far but i like this country, and this country tends to like me too i believe, but anyway i think it's good to start elsewhere to test without much consequences, even in some next door city

until then i was in girl mode whenever i got out of my town, kinda hiding, but les and less, but outside, the laser allowed me to stay this way for an undetermined time , my biggest issue being my facial hair regrowth ... we say that laser (or electrolysis) makes the difference between a man and a woman, and i'm some kind of proof of it

so HOP! far from my place, i left in guy mode because driven to the station by my father , and at that time he didn't know where i was in my path, probably thinking that the psys would have cured me magically with the mighty powers of introspection , so i took the train to paris as nicolas to the charles de gaule airport in paris , i'm wearing my camouflage outfit, an old jean without much shape at all, a L size tshirt , and a little polar jacket, kinda pretty to me black with it's red neck calling back on my red shoes :p
that used to be my visual identity for over 10 years, as unisex as you can do, not really screaming "feminity" but go figure ....

in the airport i ate a bit in the pizza hut
"-hello, so i'd like two pieces of cheese pizza and an orange juice"
"-okay there you go madam "
"-..... :o er.. thank youuuu !"

after the passport check i passed my luggages in the xray machines, asking to the guy who makes people undress

"-so i take my shoes off too?"
"let's see..... no those are ok, but your jacket please .."
"mkay here you go ..."
"very well, thank you madam"
"-..... :o er.. thank youuuu !"

after my never ending 12 hours long flight i arrived at narita airport , finished showing my passport and giving my fingerprints , now aiming for the ladies toilets, for a quick change , with less neutral clothes, my falsies and a bit of foundation, and go!!

one thing i had not thought about was that then, in every hotel, being a foreigner, they would ask for my passport ....
the reaction of the managers were just ..... invisible , no more no less, except one, who took my passport, walked away to the copier and stopped on it's way , closely examined my passport for a loooong minute, with me standing behind, hesitating to say "yeah it's .... old picture ..."

then finally after a never ending while of doubt, he finally registers me, and everything is going well ...
just one detail tho, this evening , a friend called me , and she told me "hey the guy on the phone asked me if you were a man or a womann i said woman and he said ok and gave me the line !"

ah curious little sir :p

in another hotel i often went because really cheap, i obviously became like come kind of mascott , when i came to the reception the guy gave me big smiles saying stuff like "ah nicolas-san! from france right?"
"yyyyyyyes " i say " but is it so peculiar to see french here?"
he smiles and says "yes, quite"


well at this precise instant i was very well knowing that we were not talking about french people no , but more about "okama" , the japanese word for katooey ;)
but in the greatest respect, him having seen my passport, and me showing not only my killer smile but also a C-cup

one thing i was curious to try was my passing, in a country where 1.76m high women ( about 5.7ft) just don't really exist, i thought "if i pass there i'll pass anywhere"

and i passed

except two anecdotes tho such as a group of kids whispering "is that a transvestite?" or "look! look at his hands" etc
i remained stoic

another time in a not too crowded train, a couple a few meters away were wondering "is it an okama over there?" to far for me to hear well , but there seemed to be some doubt , and debate

looks quite negative, but all the other expreiences i had were amazingly positive, such as shopping streets merchants like that indian guy shouting with his indian accentent that i find quite funny and friengly "hey pretty girl, where are you going?"

hmm that's not a country where people speak much english, so i looked around and saw this guy bent over his counter , in the process of making a huge smile to... ME :p
i gave him the biggest smile of the world back and a little hello sign, wich he gave me back ;

aaaaah damn how i love life!

it happened again in japanese, then there has been real hitting-on too, or quite unexpected compliments such as in that farmer family , the father welcomed me saying "oh you have nice proportions!" then back to his wife "did you see that? french girls are something else eh"

yep, "something else"...hehe

so with all that stuff, all the people i've seen there compared to my 300 peoples village, and the almost total absence of any problem, i reached the point i feared , here we are , i just can not go back to "something else", i had spent weeks already in girl mode but there, after 2 laser sessions, my HRT on the way i'm able to hold the distance, and joy in my heart i say farewell to nicolas !
I shall see you in my papers for a while, but from now, i'm only nickie, and i can't play the guy anymore, did it way too much already !

i talked to my mother, who was kinda expecting it, scared to death tho "but how will it go here? in japan you're fine of course , in hollidays, with no worries"

but what other occasion would i have? one month absence in a foreign place, to hit the nail, it's just perfect , it's not like if i went oversea 10 times a year :p
nor even once a year , last time was 6 years ago!

what else would i do? go back home, act like the perfect boy then one weekend go "hop! tadaaaammm! got boobs nooow! "


she was scared for me, but also the probably figure she was losing her son, for real, the 3 years who took me there didn't prepare her to the idea of me being "nicole" 24/7

she understood for 3 years, but only today she realized

argh if only i could talk when i was 15 we wouldn't be in that whole crap! i hate myself for that.....


but for everything else damn it's good !! finally!!! :)