…of Innacuracies, Alias, Identity, and this blog.


The cartoon at the bottom of the “Welcome to ExtractingJoy”  post

This one:


has a mix of truth and exaggeration, as do, I suspect,  all good jokes.

One conceit is that no amount of surgery, hormones nor body building can change your underlying bone structure beyond some very limited cosmetic tweaks.  I, for one,  will never emulate a fashion model nor a movie star.

That’s okay.

It just means I join the rest of the women who are ‘too’ (too fat, too flat,  too tall, to skinny, too wide, too narrow, too pale, too blotchy…. and so on and on… and on) In my case I’m merely, on a bad day and looking in the wrong mirror, “too man”.

Blame the media for setting an impossible standard for womanhood in order to sell beauty products through fear. That struggle is not unique to t-girls. (I must confess though, some of us, get greater yields from their struggle and DO have before and after photos ALMOST as extreme as the cartoon)

The other, and largest,  hyperbole is the concept of THE surgery.

There is no ‘THE’ surgery.

Instead, for both trans-men and trans-women there are  a series of therapies, some (many) surgical, some biochemical, and some simply a matter of physical training (voice and elocution for example.) The ones a girl or guy must go through depends on the kind of new identity they want to build and the regulations of the jurisdiction(s) that control that identity. (Quebec for example requires Doctor’s notes affirming that MANY specific surgeries and hormone therapies have been completed and that the Trans-person has lived five years in their new gender before updating a birth certificate) however, legal identity issues are an entire entry for another day.

Today I’ll just talk about my alias. Call me ‘Jaypeg’ here please. This may seem strange. Most of you are here by invite and know exactly who I am.

I’m going to be venting here from time to time. Sometimes I’ll bitch about my job, and when I don’t kvetch,  I will be sharing my private life.  My employers have no need to know what I think of them nor what I do in my spare time. Additionally,  keeping my self and them anonymous means that even if they do catch a hint, it will be difficult to prove I’m in violation of any codes of employee conduct.

That’s Jaypeg explained,  but also other people and places will be reduced to initials or simply ‘redacted’, as military censors like to do.

My client’s at work have a right to privacy, So do many of my friends and associates in the LGBT+ community.  And some stories are not entirely mine to tell, even when I have a desperate need to share my tiny part. I hope you’ll forgive me for this secrecy and  respect  both my privacy and that of those I mention here by not trying to pierce the veil I have drawn over their identities.

 (BTW, despite WordPress saying that my Webmaster (an awesome lady) wrote this. rest assured. this post was authored by me.

~big hugs. Jaypeg.