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@Apech torn between giving a serious answer to that (what is our status in society? from whose perspective are we deemed "malevolent"?) and gently chiding that i'm just trying to compliment a gal for looking good in a photo and it really shouldn't be taken too seriously, and as a compromise you get this halfway house of a post @Maddie 👁️
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The weird thing is, is that you are not the first person to tell me this. I'm like "hey I'm nice" lol
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wot? Why the malevolence?
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buddhatantra and naldjor ( yogic practices)
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it means just what it says really, there's an innocence to it that's a bit sinister, like you're luring someone in only to steal their soul once they get close (cannot stress enough that this is a good thing. being vaguely malevolent spirits is our birthright)
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Cultivating the mind through the body
surrogate corpse replied to Maddie's topic in Daoist Discussion
Rinzai Zen is generally known for being more "in the body" than other Zen schools. Also, Linji (= Rinzai)'s book is extremely fun. But also, if you just read early Buddhist suttas there is plenty of talk about body cultivation alongside the mental. -
I don't know what that means lol.
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Everyone post some favorite quotes!
surrogate corpse replied to GrandTrinity's topic in General Discussion
"The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new." (S. Beckett) -
you look like a soul-stealing spirit in this (positive affect)
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Oh no, I actually saw this at the grocery story of all places and liked the color. This was just a quick try on after the store. Actually when I did my cross dressing experiment it was not a dress. It was actually a tank top, shorts, a wig and makeup lol. I don't really wear jewelry, it makes my qi feel weird lol.
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't was the hottest thing in those days. My, the times have changed indeed. That is the dress you bought to try a bit of crossdressing and then be finished with it? I think dresses could look real good on you but you need a bit of help what looks nice on you and how to wear .I know another transwoman, my age, who told me the first dress came out a bit meh... and then her young adult daughter took her to the shops and they went on a shopping spree and she learned womans clothing. at first sight i would say this needs some dangling jewellery around your wrists just some doodads to finish it. I remember when I started working as a child-psychologist i got help with what outfits i could use for that. I much like looking at welldressed woman, but me myself, no sir I was top of my year but always looked like a mechanic or someone cutting trees... and i needed to learn to look like a female professional, well, i ended up in pants but the total looked professional and i did feel more or less myself in it.
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Which Shaolin Kung Fu methods cultivate the mind through the body if you don't mind me asking?
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That is a really pretty outfit. Here's the only picture I think I have of myself in a dress. I don't wear it often
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for me it was pivotal, during my early years women and girls wore dresses. to wear pants was a statement in those days, I remember one of my big sisters wearing hot pants with high boots in those days, that caused quite the uproar in the household. I found her beautiful, i think i was five so she was 15, dad was not amused, i did not understand, i liked what I saw.
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Haha, I also don't really care for dresses, but most of the women in my family and most of my female friends have always been jeans and shorts types of gals. I rarely wear one. Also I think part of me thinks its a bit "cliche". Also between how much I work (scrubs) and jujitsu (gi) that's pretty much what I wear 90% of the time anyways. Then at home its just a tank top and gym shorts.
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I live in a woman's body and after decades of wearing pants I had a hard time to wear a skirt at first, but it was so hot I thought it would make me more comfortable. Now, in my old age it does not matter anymore, what clothing I wear, whether I enjoy looking at a young woman or a young man, what pronouns people use. it's of no interest anymore. Looking back I think i was lucky with parents who reared their brood as neutral as possible in those days. we all had to learn to cook, knit, basic sewing and also basic technical things, fix a puncture, change a tire on your bike. Being able to use a hammer and a screwdriver, helping dad painting the house. plus the leniency of my parents to let me wear boyswear, to let me run wild. Looking back I am happy I've tasted both genders without transitioning, just by living like the opposite, fond memories of my time as a mechanic. in a way I've tasted physical life in an extraordinary rich way, although i would have jumped to the chance of mastectomy and testosterone when I was younger, now I am grateful I had to find other ways to be okay with myself.
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It's funny, the ways these stories are different. One of the bits of evidence I used to tell myself that I wasn't trans was that I hated the idea of wearing a dress. I think trying that might have driven me deeper into the closet. Even now, I've worn a dress out in public only once, and felt uncomfortable doing so. My wardrobe update has mostly been swapping out men's jeans for women's jeans and men's t-shirts for tank tops and turtlenecks. And it's also funny, the ways these stories are the same. That persistent sadness, that vacancy, that nothing but transition can relieve. When hungry, eat. When thirsty, drink. When tired, sleep. When dysphoric, transition. It really is that simple.
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So much of what you said was so relatable. I constantly battled mysterious anxiety and depression my whole life but could not find any obvious source much of the time. When I first became aware of what trans people were I also had a mixture of fascination, and revulsion. I grew up in Texas. A very conservative and religious place. I didn't even know trans people existed and if I had I would have thought to do something like that would be one of the most disgraceful things one could possibly do to themselves. Fast forwarding a lot, one of the main reasons that I became interested in internal cultivation was because of the constant anxiety and depression that I was constantly feeling all of the time. So very early on, on the path I began meditation. At first I was horrified and thought meditation either didn't work or was harmful to my mental health because almost as soon as I began meditation feelings of being a girl came to the surface very quickly. This naturally horrified me and as I fought it my anxiety and depression became worse. I spent several more years meditating, thinking that if I could just meditate enough I could "meditate the trans away". This obviously didn't work and the anxiety and depression only became worse as I continued to meditate. Fast forwarding a little more the fact that I was a girl was becoming this constant internal screaming that I could no longer ignore. Therefore I decided to to an "experiment" and dress like a girl and "indulge" my mind. I fully expected to "get it out of my system" and then that would be the end of my "shameful" cross dressing experiment. So on my day off I went to the thrift store got a girl outfit (my face was red from embarrassment) and took it home. I put it on and instead of feeling ridiculous like I thought I was going to, I felt so comfortable. I realized right then and there that I was trans. I just remember staring at the floor all day in disbelief. The other thing I noticed was once I acknowledged it the constant anxiety and depression that I dealt with constantly just disappeared over night. I could not believe it.
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As much as we don't like what Frantzis became only hypocrites will deny the debt they have towards him. Just my assertive humble opinion.
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That definitely works as well.
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You don’t need to invent a martial art that can bring fantasy into reality, there are already many practices that will help you achieve unbelievable things. Here are the Grand Masters in some of the lineages I learn from:
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I would just go for "before you transitioned" if I was in that situation 🤔 Not giving advice, just thinking out loud.
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Thank you so much for sharing! I found a lot of that relatable and will go into more detail soon.
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What's with this Relative and Absolute Reality dichotomy? It is all very confusing...
dwai replied to dwai's topic in General Discussion
This is akin to how before one knows what a mirage is, it is mistaken for water. Once it becomes known what a mirage is, a mirage still appears to be a body of water from the distance, but one understands it is just a mirage. -
Sure. I'm 32 approaching 33; I started transitioning in late 2021 (age 30). Family background: My dad cheated on my mother when I was 4-5; they divorced when I was 5, and within a few years my dad married the woman he had been cheating with. I spent most of my time with my mom, who was very dedicated to meeting my material and intellectual needs, but had a very disappointing life (beyond the breakdown of her marriage), and was very bitter and controlling. My dad compensated for this by being the fun, no rules parent. So I swung wildly between feeling totally stifled and being left entirely to my own devices. A big part of the stifling was that my mom needed me to be The Thing She Did Right. Everything else in her life may have gone wrong, but at least she was a Good Mother. Which meant that my attempts to claim independence for myself, to be my own person, generally went unheard. This shows up with regard to my first dysphoric memory, which is of being on a swim team in middle school. I remember feeling intense distress at the thought of changing in the boys' locker room. But I couldn't tell my mother this: she'd tell me to grow up, that there was nothing to be ashamed of, etc. (Would she actually have told me this? Who knows. I didn't trust her enough to find out.) So I would lie and say that I had a headache and couldn't go. (Eventually I learned to give myself actual headaches, so I wouldn't have to lie...) From there, I spent most of the next twenty years just... shut-down. I was consistently depressed. I was unable to imagine a future for myself, so I took the easy life path, the one that didn't involve making decisions for myself, taking the career path that both my parents took. I could feel pleasure, but not really joy—any joys I felt were brief flashes in the dark. I think it's fair to say that for twenty years I did not have three consecutive happy days. (When I finally realized I was trans, and I felt good for a week straight, I couldn't believe it. It was a totally new experience. I was sure I didn't get to keep it...) Much happened in that void (including the rise and fall of a nice heterosexual marriage), but let's skip to 2020. Before then, I'd occasionally encountered discussions of trans people, which raised a weird mix of fascination and repulsion. Sometimes I'd wonder if I was trans, but I always shut that down quickly. In late 2020, I started a relationship with a trans woman. It was a horrible relationship, but in early 2021, near the end of it, she told me she thought I was trans. That loosened something: after that, when I asked myself, "am I trans", the answer wasn't an immediate "no". I was willing to countenance the thought that the answer might be "yes". Eight months later, I had a moment of utter clarity, where I saw my desire shining with impossible brightness, and at the same time saw clearly the complex knot of fear that was keeping from that desire. I've been Rose ever since. Life has been good since then, not because it is constant joy but because both joy and suffering are present to me. I exist, I feel my existence, I don't need to run from it. But when I look back, I feel tremendous sadness. I have a narrative memory of what happened, but I wasn't there for it. My life before late 2021 is a void. I never got to be a girl. I never got to be a young woman. For all the space I took up, for all the things I did, I was a non-entity.
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