2nd Meeting Tonight @ 7:30!

Meetings are typically held on the 1st Thursday of each month at 7:30.  Contact me for details!

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For a while I have been considering starting up a butch group in Fairfield County.  I’ve decided to take it a step further and open it up to the transmasculine community.

In CT, there is very little in the way of support that reaches non-traditionally masculine people.  Since joining the board at our local community center, I have been trying to turn this plan into something real, and earlier this year I finally put out a call for interest in the area via our community center’s newsletter and weekly email list.

I am happy to report that the group has received a good amount of interest! The first meeting was last month and tonight is the second!

FCTS a support/social group for those of us who were born or assigned female at birth and feel that this is an inaccurate and/or incomplete gender identity.  If you identify as any of the following: transmen, FtMs, genderqueer, butch, stud, gender neutral, third-gendered, AG, intersexed, drag kings, gender questioning, gender variant, boy dyke or any other non-traditionally masculine gender and live in or around Fairfield County, CT please make yourself and your interest known by emailing me at justjero at gmail dot com.

Also, if you’d like to donate any books, dvds or videos that might be beneficial to our local FtM/transgender community, please contact me.

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Most of you know that back in Feb of 2007, I had breast reduction surgery in order to feel more at peace in my own skin and also to help me physically since all my old chest ever did as cause me angst and pain. I had made the mistake of thinking that if my breasts were “small” and easier to hide and carry, that I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable having them. I also opted for breast reduction rather than top surgery because my insurance would only cover the reduction as it was considered to be “medically necessary”.

I was much happier immediately after surgery, I felt lighter. I felt much more comfortable after the recovery, but I wasn’t really happy with the outcome. My doctor must have thought I would like to have tiny perky round tits, even though I had made it abundantly clear that I wanted as small and flat of a chest as possible. I even gave him pics of what I’d like to look like. I’d asked for an “A or a B” but got closer to a “C”. I was excited at first because I thought what I was seeign was all swelling. If so, I’m still swollen.

My goal was to be able to go around in only an understirt with nothing underneath. I didn’t want to have to bind or hide anymore. I still have to though.

It looks like my surgery, medication, recovery and follow up appointments will end up costing between 6 – 10K depending on whether I need to travel to the surgeon and recover in a hotel which seems likely. I am waiting to hear back from the first surgeon on my list with an official estimate.

Either way, we just don’t have the money. According to what I’ve figured that we can afford to save It would be 2-3 years before I could save enough to have the surgery and the idea of waiting that long is depressing at the very least.

I’d like to work for these donations, and I’m trying to think up something really fun and enticing so that my pride doesn’t get too banged up from my shameless begging, but I’m pretty lacking in the creativity department. In the meantime, I promise that I will blog as often as I can.

Got any ideas?

I am also toying with the idea of throwing a top surgery fund raising party when the weather gets warmer. Maybe even a big BBQ at the beach or something, but I honestly wouldn’t know what to charge for tickets or how to make that work. I’ll need to give that one some thought.

I’d be grateful if you would help me spread the word around by sharing this entry with your friends. I’d be even more grateful if you would donate whatever you can afford to my surgery fund by visiting my site over at http://houseofjero.com and clicking on the “donate” link in the sidebar.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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It seems like I’m on an endless journey when it comes to my gender identity. If you aren’t familiar you can check out past posts on my blog that are labeled “gender“, “butch” or “queer“.

Basically I identify as, what many consider a third gender or genderqueer. A female born masculine person. I also id as a butch dyke. (CONFUSED YET?) This could be broken down much further if I wanted to compartmentalize my identities, for instance, the feminine me feels like a dyke, the masculine in me feels like a straight trans guy. To sum it all up, the terms queer and butch work best for me but they may mean something different to me than they do to other people who use the terms.

What people who aren’t “in the know” see is all over the map. Many times, people I don’t know will initially see a guy or a teenage boy. Then once I open my mouth to speak or smile, they know I’m female. I enjoy the part before they realize I am female. Other times they see me as a butch dyke. I don’t mind that part so much.

What people who’ve always known me see, is a woman with short hair and guys clothing, a masculine woman, but she’s still a woman. Especially if they know the pre-coming out Jess. They see girl, female, woman. A lesbian.

I understand, really I do. Even if I were to spell it out to people, there’s a good chance they’d be really confused. I was for so long and I’ve been surrounded by gender fluidity conversations and information for years. I don’t want to explain it over and over. I just want it to be understood. I know I’m asking for a lot.

One thing’s certain. At this point and time in my life, I have no intention of transitioning to become a man and don’t think I ever will. It’s just not something that is for me. I do however plan to make some changes in my life that will help make things match up a bit better with my masculine interior, which is the part of me that I’m most comfortable identifying with. The other parts of my identity will always be there and cannot be denied, but there’s also no denying that changes need to be made in order for me to not hate the body I have.

Over the past couple of years I have been suppressing my feelings on the subject of my gender, out of fear, and in order to protect those who are closest to me. I think I’ve also done it to protect myself in a way. I am not going to do this anymore. Though nothing scares me more than losing someone I love, I can’t be someone I’m not in order to keep someone else close. It’s not fair to me because I will always feel like some thing’s missing, it’s not fair to them because they don’t get to know the real me. Fortunately enough for me, I don’t think I have to worry about losing anyone (i hope). I’m very fortunate to have a wife who loves me and is willing to try and see me the way that I’m most comfortable being seen. I’m fortunate to have a loving family who I really can’t see disowning anyone they love.

I have this talent(?) for blacking out painful parts of my past that I do not want to recall. I can also block out current feelings/issues that might be difficult to face in the same way. I just pack it away and forget about it. I basically still do that with certain aspects of my gender identity. I’m sort of in denial of certain things, if that makes sense. I did this after my breast reduction surgery and put away the feeling of having huge breasts/told myself I was happy with the surgery when I wasn’t. I don’t want to do that anymore. My past helped me become who I am, even if there are painful memories, they are part of me. My current issues need to be acknowledged and dealt with so that I can grow from them as well.

For years I struggled with having extremely large breasts. In my mind I saw these breasts as something that simply did not belong attached to me not to mention the physical pain they caused. I planned for years to get a breast reduction but what I really wanted was to not have breasts at all. In order to get my insurance company to cover the surgery I opted for the easier route. A drastic reduction. Drastically minimize the size and weight and they’d be easier to hide so my masculinity would benefit tons. Keeping my breasts also made my wife happy. Though she wouldn’t leave me if I were breastless, she is attracted to me the way I am and prefers me with breasts. She is, after all, a lesbian.

I thought the surgeon and I were on the same page as to how small I wanted to go, but apparently he did his own thing and left me with more breast tissue than I’d asked for. For the longest time I swore it had to be swelling from the surgery that just hadn’t gone down, but alas, it stayed firmly put. Though I was happy to be “almost there”, I was always way less than satisfied with the results. When I look in the mirror today, I am not at all happy with what I see. I want to see a flat chested Jess looking back at me. A more masculine Jess.

I went into denial about being unhappy with the results and have tried to be positive. I’ve tried to be pleased with my body. When I’ve got a sports bra, undershirt and a shirt on I am typically comfortable with my reflection. Somewhat confident. I recognize the version of me that I see in my mind. The version I am happy with. When the layers come off, I don’t see in the mirror, the Jess that I see in my mind.

Then there’s the name thing. My given name, Jessica. I don’t feel like it fits the genderqueer me. (I’ve blogged about this before.) I’m in the process of trying to come up with a gender neutral name. I’d like to keep my initials the same so it would be first name J. middle name L. I’m leaning toward Jesse for right now. I like the name and it’s the masculine version of Jessica, but part of me wants to change it to something different and new. We’ll see what happens.

As for my chest. Another surgery is out of the question now and for at least the next year, but it is inevitable unless I, by some miracle, become comfortable with my reflection.

Wish me luck.

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Over the past decade, since I’ve been out, I have almost constantly been involved in long term relationships. There was a short time when I was playing the field and slept with a few different women. I am guilty of never having safe sex with a woman, besides the one or two times I just wanted to know what the hell using a dental dam was like just for fun.

Unless you really don’t enjoy the taste of a woman, and love the taste of latex (or rubber or plastic or whatever the hell those things are made out of), lesbian safe sex would probably not be enjoyable for you. It surely wasn’t for me. In my opinion, one of the best parts of making love to a woman is tasting her. not to mention the gloves, if somebody came at me wearing rubber gloves, I’d feel like I was at the Dr.’s office getting a routine check-up. Total turn-off. But that’s just my opinion.

I understand that there are folks out there who practice safe sex with their partners so as not to pass anything along to them or get anything back and I respect that 100%. I just think that I’d rather find a partner who has the same status as me in order to avoid having to use dental dams and gloves. Does that mean a trip to the Dr. on the first date? Maybe so. Is it worth it in order to have a healthy and fulfilling sexual experience? Definitely.

It plain sucks that having sex with someone who can’t accidentally knock you up has to be protected at all.

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