A life time of Gender Identity, shattered in a heartbeat.

Catchy title, no?

To identify as something which we are not.

Or, are we that which we claim to be? To hell with science and DNA, what we feel is what we are, no?

I, for the longest time thought I was something. I lived a normal life, family, children, ups and downs, happiness and sorrow, was and still am a father of 3, a baseball coach, married, divorced, your normal average guy. But through it all I always had my Identity. I knew who and what I was, and nothing could change that.

Until the accident.

Eight years ago I was involved in a serious accident, in which I lost I penis. Crazy, not one broken bone, not one fracture, a few scratches and bruises but nothing broken. A part of the steering column broke off and pierced my penis, it went all the way through, in one side out the other. Upon removing me from the car the paramedics, who were a bit too overzealous, overlooked the fact that I had this large piece of plastic and metal plunged into my penis, though I can not blame them really, for I felt no pain at all. I myself, at that point had no idea the predicament I was in, in fact I was feeling very very lucky and just wanted to get out of this car.