Slim, long hair to my waist;lovely.green eyes, keen to explore my feminine side. I joined this site with a genuine hope to meet “ ladies” that walk a similar path to my own; as living alone as Lisa I have no friends to call upon for friendship and mutual support. I’m not here for sexual gratification, though I am flirty by nature ( Aussie ). I live in a place sadly lacking a LGBTQ’s community, hence my joining here. I will ask questions, and I may seem forward, but I only wish to understand the transition process, especially from ladies of a similar age. My pics are my own, though of poor quality, but I’m no smartphone generated image at least. I began hrt on the 28th of January 2021, something I should have started decades ago; I labelled myself as non binary simply because I’m sort of neither sex at the moment ( a female hormone level isn’t achieved until about the twelve months mark). I am happy to answer any questions regarding the transition process, but bear in mind the Australian medical system is the process I’m following and may not apply to other countries, so my advice is limited by that. The poem I wrote below still applies, although I am filled with an inner peace of late and yes, my hair is my own ( shoulder length to waist length took four years). Thankyou for taking the time to read my ramblings.
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Ebb and flow( poem I wrote that may resonate with some folk).
The river of life it e’er flows,
Winding forth on to and fro,
As words would wind within this prose,
A place beyond that which we know,
We weave our way in moments passed,
The shadow of time apon our wake,
In seconds long and years so fast,
One ambers forth toward ones fate,
I pause to look into the night,
Where darkness has become my friend,
A quiet tear on a lonely plight,
The pain within I seek to mend,
I close my eyes and hug my heart,
An aching reach for calm and peace,
As one I sit, alone and apart,
A search for solice and release,
The stars caress me in their glow,
With Angel light to guide my way,
Of time ahead in past I’ll know,
As sunrise surely greets the day,
The journey calls me forth once more,
To dwell is not a place to be,
I am not as I was before,
This course I take in finding me,
And so it is I dare to find,
The girl within that dares to dream,
Of tears long dried and smiles kind,
....... this winding path along the stream.
Lisa