For many years until my late twenties I always thought of myself the same as a male with just different body bits.
In my young years I had brothers who I could fight with and win.
I loved to play rough, climb trees, ride bikes, do athletics, play football, rounders, tennis, pretty much any hand eye co-ordinated games I was naturally good at.
I could run fast, always in the top 3 on any sport, a fearless climber, of roofs, ropes, beams, trees etc. I wanted to fly and to be a spy when I grew up, as well as an opera singer and ballerina. I was too tall to do ballet and no one I knew sang opera!
I never liked to wear dresses. The only time I asked for a dress to wear was my 8th birthday and my mother refused because she said “I would never wear it”. She was right. Most of my life I’ve lived in Jeans, pants and leggings.
I was proud of my physical prowess and the fact that In our schools young farmers patch I could catch pigs, sheep, combat Roosters and hens to procure their eggs, even though the means I used were not good as no-one ever showed me what to do. I would attack the Rooster with a broom when he sidled at me scraping and walking sideways into his wings making that intimidating scratching sound and coming at me on the attack. The hens I would hit on the head with the long handled metal spoon for collecting the eggs with, so whilst they were seeing stars like in the cartoons I would quickly take the eggs from underneath them and place them into the wicker basket.
I managed not to faint when our Biology teacher brought one of the chickens to the lesson and held the squawking flapping frantic chicken under her arm with it’s head over a glass beaker, sticking a knife down it’s live throat to collect the blood that ran out for an experiment.
I had a broken wrist for 6 weeks, a very bad case of worms, two badly sprained ankles from falling down 3 flights of stairs and still played sports.
Neither did I faint or cry when held at machine gun point age 12 at Kinshasa Airport upon arrival from the UK to spend the summer with my family. In my mind I ran many scenarios of how I could out run the gunman zigging and zagging, or kick him you know where. If only I had a knife I could have jumped on his back and cut his throat, or poked his eyes out. I knew any second of the four hours I was held that I could have died by the mere squeeze of his finger. Gun point was often in my life back then during the 1960’s Mercenary fighting for the liberation of one government after another in Congo. Road blocks were common place. The soldiers stopped you and put their guns through the car window before asking questions.
Into my teen years I loved riding around without a helmet on motorbikes, dancing wildly, sailing in our family dingy with my very keen brother. I mean he was out to win the races and so was I until I was fired by him on the job. We sailed an 14′ sail dingy called an Otter. Known to have more sail than needed for that size of boat, so it was frequently capsizing. I got good at righting the boat whilst in the water, jumping onto the keel and pulling the lanyard ropes using my weight as a fulcrum until it righted itself. I was incredibly strong, wet sails dragging in the water are very heavy. The last day we sailed together, he yelled as we tipped, “get out the boat, get out the boat”. I did the most beautiful backward dive, my back arched over the center board under the boom and sail. Usually I caught my toes in the foot strap so I did not fall out, but that day I missed the straps and went on into a heroic backward dive straight into the water. Needless to say we lost the race and I was fired from being the co sailor. LOL.
I loved danger, facing the elements, almost triumphing when I remained intact and not injured. All this to say I was not the average girl who played with dolls and dressed up. I was clearly different.
I went to a boarding where unknown to me and my family Lesbian tendencies were promoted. I have never told anyone this before. Girls were actively encouraged to have crushes on other girls and the head mistress only came to ‘help’ at bath times. Yes, I did have a crush on a senior girl.
What I knew about boys was not much but I knew for a long time that at least physically I was as good if not better than them.
What puzzled me was my emotions. I would be far more emotional than boys and it bothered me, it made me feel inferior.
Eventually I married and had children. I did not enjoy talking about diapers, teething, potty training and all that jazz that other women seemed to!
I often thought women were beautiful and I like beautiful things. I always thought I was unique and that there was no one like me and in a way that is correct.
One day however, a woman at my church gave a talk about women, she was a SRN nurse and knew what she was talking about. It was fascinating to me to see myself plastered all over the board she was writing on. Why I was more emotional than men. She talked about hormones and PMS, (premenstrual Tension). Which she said did not need to run our lives or be used to manipulate our families or husbands with. She talked about women’s points of view and how our brains are different to men and also the way they communicate. It explained so much about how I could be physical and yet have this other side of me that no one had ever explained about.
I suddenly realized that I really was a complete woman. Not a man gone wrong, or a man in woman’s body. That it was ok to be who God had made me and that I was completely normal for the woman I was. In fact In many general ways I was just all the other women, with the same type of emotional challenges and stresses and it was ok.
Many years later my youngest brother who loved to sing and be in school plays and did not enjoy football particularly was challenged by other school kids that he must be a homosexual because he loved art, singing, and not football. Thankfully he was strong and did not allow this state of affairs to continue, but it did upset him whilst it went on. Had he lived nowadays he might have felt pressured to become a homosexual to fit in with peer pressure and grooming.
My husband is a techy engineer, hates sports, but is brilliant at his job. Gentle, but not particularly physical in wanting the hoorah stuff of the army or the sports stuff. He is an excellent husband and is very muscular with wide shoulders. Because of his gentleness men occasionally come onto him thinking he must be gay, but he is not and I can attest to this as an expert. My first husband did turn out to be a closet homosexual so I know what I am talking about.
I also employed a transgender nanny for a while whom I really liked. Andrew became Andrea being fully surgically altered. The sad thing was Andrea did not fit in anywhere now. Women did not want her in the bathrooms because they could see what she really was. Even my 3 year old son asked me, “Mummy is that a man dressed up as a lady”. He knew nothing about these things. When Andrea would arrive early and I was upstairs getting ready for work. I could sense there was a man in the house. To me her spirit, the real her was still the man God created and put into his body. Drastically altering his physical body to fit the female image had not altered the male spirit he was born with. Your spirit is eternal.
It broke my heart. Men did not want to be around her, nor women, no one knew what to do with her. She made a living hell for herself, living in a tiny Garrett room alone in no man’s land. It cost her all her money, job, home and family. Someone lied to her by not telling her the truth when she announced age 7 she was really girl in a boys body. No she was not. She was just confused, time and inner healing from the damage her parents did would sort it out eventually.
Now I am not talking about the sad situation when people are born with both genitalia. I have no knowledge about that, but I do know there is expert help for this.
So after shocking you all, why am I saying all of this now?
BECAUSE I AM SICK OF THE AGENDA THAT IS BEING PUSHED IN OUR SCHOOLS, TV, RADIO SHOWS, MOVIES, that iF YOU ARE DIFFERENT, DON’T QUITE FIT THE MOULD YOU MUST BE GAY, LESBIAN OR WHATEVER IN THE WRONG BODY!
Give yourself time to grow up and find your place in the world. There is a huge sliding scale of what makes a man and what constitutes a woman. You can be a male and like the arts and you can be a big and tall sporty woman who like to be rough and still be totally female! Don’t go through with all the LGBT hype, or the media push because they have nothing better to publish in the media, or the arts in the name of pushing the boundaries. They don’t know what they doing to our young ones who trust them with their future to make good, sensible decisions on their behalf!
Celebrate who you really are, it’s ok.
The LGBT spirit belongs to perversion of true and wholesome sex. It is an unclean spirit and takes hold of people if they persist in perverted pleasures. Ultimately their lives will not unfold long term in real fullfilment and happiness. Yes, I know there is odd success story of LGBT marriages but for most people they do not last and you end up lonely and old and alone with physical problems.
Recently I heard several stories on the national radio about mothers who were allowing their young children age 4, 7 etc to change Genda, because they believe they are a boy in girls body or the other way around.
AS a mother, let me assure you there is a period of time where all kids dress up,and try out different roles. Boys may play with dolls, or put a dress on, this is just play and finding out who they really are in life’s process. Later they will settle down and become the fullness of who they were meant to be, i.e. A man or a girl. Some people take longer to find out just like me and that’s ok too.
So what am I saying? If you are female just because you are a ‘tomboy’ and like do sports, or play with boys rather than girls, or enjoy looking at a beautiful girl does not mean you are a lesbian and similarly if you are a boy, just because you admire a certain man, want to sing, or paint does not mean you are homosexual.
Let me tell you, the girls will be examining makeup, how it’s down, hair, clothes, how the beautiful girl walks, talks, so she can be beautiful too. The boy often wants a father’s affirmation and love and acceptance of who he is and help in knowing how to do life. when he does not get it, wrongly looks for it in another man whose motives may not pure. The gay agenda groom young men and women to prepare them for the peverted sexual act.
Many things come into play, an overbearing mother, a father who is absent or not fulfilling his role can all make us look to fulfill the role that should have been theirs with someone else and we may do it in a wrong way. BEing wounded emotionally or physically by someone can twist our minds too. Some think that bad love is better than no love. I ask you, is it in the long run? Forgiveness and renewing the mind are the real answers. The love of Christ is never going to let you down or become peverted but will remain pure and constant.
So what do we do? Learn from others. Don’t be seduced by the aggressive agenda of the LGBT World. You are most likely quite normal and just need time to sort yourself out. Don’t hurry up to be sexual, wait for the right time and the right person. Don’t fall for LGBT marketing either in schools or media.
Stand up for your rights, LGBT are only 9 percent of the population although to hear the noise they make you would think they are a majority.
Points to consider:- If we were meant to be LGBT the world would die out because there would be no babies.
Facts:- anal sex causes tremendous tissue damage to the rectum and through disease shortens the average gay mans life by 30 years. You end up having to wear a Tampax up your anus so you don’t leak. Aids and Venerial disease are still a strong possibility. They won’t tell you these things though. Most likely you will end up lonely once your youthful beauty has worn off.
There are ministries that help, having come through this themselves. you can locate them on the web.
But for now to sum up: JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T FIT THE MOULD DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE LGBT in some way or other. Learn to celebrate who you are. The world needs you.