There was only one problem. I never felt like a son. I still don't. From my earliest memories, when I would try to pretend I was a girl, I would get into deep trouble. I learned to keep my feelings locked up inside my head.

But, my parents knew. Whenever my mother would notice her makeup had been played with, she would question me first. Of course I would lie.

But, the kids at school knew. I was always being bullied, beat up, and called names. I can't remember a time I was in school that I wasn't called fag or sissy. Of course, I would lie.

But, I knew. Even though I tried to keep everything bottled up, parts of me would still spill out. I tried to convince myself that everything was fine, and that someday it would all work out. I would pretend like I was a boy and would try to act like a boy. It never worked, it never felt right. Of course, I would lie.

You see, I created that room. If it hurt when I tried to express myself, then why do it? I created the lock! It has taken years for me to realize how artificial everything was. I have worked hard and think I have succeeded becoming a whole person. It hasn't always been an easy road, but I think it has been worth it.

Here is my story; who I am, how I got here, and my philosophy. I have also included some fun things, like my scrapbook and descriptions of some of my "adventures." Finally, what web page would be complete without links.

I hope you enjoy these pages. I welcome comments, but I must confess I am not a very good penpal. (I do try!)

Danielle