I think I need to start at the beginning — literally at the very beginning — with the title from the original post last year.

‘I Wished I Had Been Born a Boy’

Read the title again; I ‘Wished’ I Had Been Born a Boy

I can’t begin to tell you how many people read that title then only skimmed the article — never fully understanding the point I made within the first few lines.

As a child — possibly throughout my entire adolescence I had wished — special emphasis on the word ‘wished’ I had been born a boy.

I don’t still wish this — I wished it back when I also wished I could be a veterinarian, a fireman, a cowboy or the next ‘Tanya Tucker.’ when I grew up.

What I want to be when I grow up!

I was thankful to have grown up then — rather than now. So I had the chance to not only choose between a career as a cowboy or fireman but to grow through the awkwardness of adolescence without being assaulted by the psychopathic motives of gender activism.

Since writing the original Word Press Blog almost a year ago I have heard from countless people across the country.

The original article has been viewed nearly a million times from several different sites and sources and is still being shared and read. (Thank you)

Many are just like me.

They had the same experiences I had and eventually grew to fully embrace their ‘assigned gender.’

They got married, had kids — but stayed a ‘tomboy’ or ‘sissy’ at heart.



Others chose to go it alone — and maybe ‘chose’ is the wrong word.

My beautiful friend Sandi! Still waiting on Mr. Wonderful! Qualified applicants for Mr. W’s job can write me to inquire — If deemed suitable I will forward them to Mariah on the left and Tiko on the right — for closer scrutiny.

They fully expected to one day marry but never found that special someone — they are not gay — regardless of what people think — but they choose to live alone often times because of what people might think.

Some don’t care at all what people ‘might think’ and while they also are not gay they don’t live alone.

Both groups often have close friends and companions they love dearly — much like the love we saw between David and Jonathan in the Old Testament.

Others struggle still with identity but most I corresponded with have worked through the struggle to love themselves.



A few reached out and told me they still have strong gender issues. Most were men that felt society gave allowances for ‘tomboys’ that did not transfer to feminine ( sissy) men.



I heard from many who cautioned me not to confuse gay with gender identity — yet many with gender identity had sexual identity issues as well.



And yes some declared that just as I had supposed in the first post — they at a time of vulnerability and loneliness felt the adolescent flutters when touched by someone of the same sex and they simply assumed from that moment on they were destined to be in a same sex relationship.

I share all of this to say one thing — have we lost our minds?

Do we honestly think transgender laws and restrooms will compensate for the deafening cry to be noticed / cared about / loved / and dare I say it? To know God and gain an understanding of why any of us are here in the first place?



If you are someone struggling with gender issues I will pray for you — I will be your friend — I will help you all I can.



In America you can be anyone you want to be and I applaud that.



Please be free! Be anything you choose as long as it does not break my leg nor pick my pocket and I will love you.



Hear me — I will love you more than you can ever imagine!



I will be the person that does not stare at you because you look, act or seem different.



I will be the person who will sit by you and talk with you — hug you — laugh with you — and if you allow me — pray with you.



It is what Christ made me to be — it is all I know.



I can’t be anything else.



And if you would just stop for a moment and seek out the true followers of Jesus Christ you would see the only enemy you face is the one He defeated over 2000 years ago.

I don’t have an easy answer for you.



But I simply can’t imagine that forcing me to go to the bathroom with a guy that is not comfortable being a guy is going to make things any better for you — and how dare you ask me to try and explain that to a child.



Just as I will love and respect you I ask you to love and respect me.



I want to help you if I can.



More and more we are seeing single family restrooms being made available where anyone can go and be on their own — away from scrutiny.



I hope those options will be made available in schools where kids are the most vulnerable.



But we all know for a teen dealing with the awkwardness of gender identity — forced acceptance only feels like a victory momentarily.



Once the dust settles and the guards have gone — the shallow feeling of victory will be replaced again with the same old awkwardness and resentment that nothing has really changed.



The only true way forward is to not seek acceptance of others for your self-esteem and comfort but to find it within yourself in the perfect creation you were born and I believe God created you to be.

You can check out more of my story in:

‘Jesse’ A True Story of Redemption. Now also available as an ebook.

Contact me at lavernvivio.com

God Bless!

LaVern Vivio

May 1, 2016