Life Moves On!

Life Moves On,

As we go forward into a new day.


It takes a lot courage to walk out into the public eye dressed as a woman, but to live as a woman you must do this. I still can remember my frist time. it was years ago. I had to dress up for my girlfriend because that is what she wanted me to do. She bought  me all the cloth that I need and I had to be dressed when she got home from work. The rules where that I did not go outside the house when she was gone, and I had to keep the house clean at all times. We had a son that was about 2 years old, so I had to play mom to our son. He had to be fed and in bed when she got home. I had to have her supper ready for her and after we had eaten, I had to dress up all sexy for her so I could dance and tease her. After I would dance she would carry me o the bed room. As she kissed me and teased me she would take me with one of our toys. It was so hot and I loved being treated like a woman. We lived like that for over two years, but I could never leave our home. After a wild I wanted to go somewhere it did not matter where, just wanted to get out of the house and walk into the public eye. I was much younger and looked pretty good. Finally I got so mad that I ran away. I just wanted to go out side, I was locked down for over two years and I need to see what people would say.

When I ran away I had to stop and get some gas, because there was none in the car. There where people there and they were looking at me. One guy said I looked nice and a woman who was pumping her gas asked we why was I dressed like that, I said because I wanted too, and it was none of her business.

I  know where I could go so I went to her mother’s house. When I knocked on her door and she looked out, she did not know who I was. She asked me what I wanted and I know her that I wanted to talk to her. So she let me inside then I told her that was me. She was like wow, She told me that I looked really good and she would have never guest that I was a man.

I was proud of the way I looked and I had a name. That is when I became Bobby Jean.

Today I still live as a woman full-time. I love myself and the way I look. I have dressed this way for so long that must people don’t even know what my real name was. Today I have charged my name to Bobbie Jean and I am pleased with that.

I write about what my journey is like. I know that I have made some mistakes and maybe my writing will help someone else not make the same ones. 

The most important thing is to be yourself, I know that can be hard to do sometime, but your are in control, or you should be in control.

If you are married think about your loved ones, are they a part of who you are, or may you need to get away from them because they are not part of who you are.

I don’t really have any real friends because of where I live. People here might say Hi, but they don’t want to be seen with you out in public.

As for my family I have sat down to a table with them in over 10 years.

The last time I saw mother was when I had surgery on my back, the only reason she came was to make sure I was not getting a sex change, she even made the Doctor show her what he had done.

I am not saying what I did was wrong or right all I am saying is do what is right for you. No one can walk in your shoes ,but you.

It does not matter what I have done or anyone else for that matter. We have no right to tell you what to do. Maybe we can help with your choices but only you can make that final choice. 

I know now that If I had not changed my life things would have been better, but then I would not have been me.

Thank you get to this spot.

I Have a Dearm..One race called the human rase…..A world where gender is not judged…

I am Bobbie Jean.


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Fighting Depression!

Every time we look around we can see where someone has tried to or has ended their lives because of dealing with depression alone.
It is not something to play with, depression can and will kill you if you choose to let it. Many of us deal with some kind of depression all the time, weather or not we show it is something else.
You may think that you are ok and you’ll get over it, but it will always be there.
For many years now I have walked out into the public eye and they can be real cruel to people like ourselves, mostly because they don’t know how to deal with us. Understanding what a transgender is, is the first step to understanding us. It is not that we just want to wear a dress, it is that we have to wear that dress for us to live and feel the freedom of life just like everyone else does.
When someone that calls themselves normal dress’s up to make themselves feel better is not wrong, so why should it be wrong for us to dress up the way we feel the need to.
I may have been born a male, but I don’t see a male when I look into that mirror. I see a woman with an open heart and needing the same love and understanding as any woman would need.
Knowing that I am dealing with depression helps me to try and understand it. If I was to just let myself allow what people around me say, them it would get to me so bad that I would not want to go out and shop or anything else that I have to do to live. I have a friend and my friend tells me that the best way to show them that you don’t care is to go on with your life like as if they are not there. Do not allow their ignorance to over come you, because it can and will over run you.
I know very well how hard that can be, because I am one those that hear every little thing that is said. I have been in bad spots because I have said something back. I really hate people that are cruel and discriminating. All my life have have tried to stand up for what is right and ignorance is not an excuse for being cruel or rude to people.
I have more then likely seen more head shrinks than most of you, and they have no clue of what I am or who I am, but remember I live in the deep south of Ga. For the most part people like me should not be allowed to live at all.
I will be 63 years old next month and as long as I have breath in my body I will stand up for the right’s of transgenders to live free from ignorant and discriminating people. I have nothing else to lose because they have taken everything from me. In the past 6 months I have had to buy 14 tries for my car and van and I still have a car sitting on 4 flat tries because I cannot afford to buy tries for it. My neighbor felt the need to get my attention, so they cut 14 tries in my yard in two weeks time and nothing was done about it, so if you think that I have not had to deal with depression you are mistaken, At the same time I was being told that I did not have the right to live here and dress as a woman in the front of their kids, but they had the right to call me names and be as cruel and ugly as they saw fit to be.
Like I have said I am not in anyway a perfect person, but I an not that monster that they have tried to make me out to be.
Point is here to be depressed is not something to play with, Try to chat with someone here or in real life, sometimes it can help, they don’t have to know anything about being a psychiatrists they just need to know how to listen……
I have been there and still deal with depression everyday of my life, but I can not and will not give end to their ignorance..Walk tall, walk strong for you are not alone.

Written by someone depressed ,yet understanding.
Written by Miss Bobbie Jean……