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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFQns6fip7ImA9WhRaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911</id><updated>2012-02-15T20:05:13.516-07:00</updated><category term="childhood" /><category term="Introduction" /><category term="Ivan Coyote" /><category term="animals" /><category term="passing" /><category term="boyhood" /><category term="funny" /><category term="heros" /><category term="workout" /><category term="organization" /><category term="books" /><category term="doctors" /><category term="tits" /><category term="visibility" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="art" /><category term="aging" /><category term="Testosterone" /><category term="guy stuff" /><category term="dreaming" /><category term="home" /><category term="menswear" /><category term="clothes" /><category term="family" /><category term="brothers" /><category term="tomboy" /><category term="dating" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="beauty" /><category term="work" /><category term="friends" /><category term="contest" /><category term="puberty" /><category term="recovery" /><category term="women" /><category term="prescription" /><category term="Bear Bergman" /><category term="ftm" /><category term="excercise" /><category term="transition" /><category term="pronouns" /><category term="name change" /><category term="success" /><category term="bravery" /><category term="butch" /><category term="thanks" /><category term="camping" /><category term="memory" /><category term="school" /><category term="depression" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="top surgery" /><category term="injections" /><category term="style" /><category term="health care" /><category term="lesbians" /><category term="masculinity" /><category term="identity" /><category term="gender" /><category term="hockey" /><category term="job hunting" /><category term="partners" /><category term="paranoia" /><category term="fear" /><category term="myths" /><category term="writing" /><category term="love" /><category term="shaving" /><category term="bathrooms" /><category term="binding" /><title>Trans Canada Coyote</title><subtitle type="html">My name is Marcus, I'm a transgender guy and this is a the story of my journey from female to male.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TransCanadaCoyote" /><feedburner:info uri="transcanadacoyote" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDQXs9fCp7ImA9WhRbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911.post-6344616061563223159</id><published>2012-02-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:12:50.564-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T21:12:50.564-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Testosterone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="excercise" /><title>Chick Flicks and the Altered Male</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/6344616061563223159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992430598767479911&amp;postID=6344616061563223159" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/6344616061563223159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/6344616061563223159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~3/eirzpL5CK2I/chick-flicks-and-altered-male.html" title="Chick Flicks and the Altered Male" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHRJXdLbPr8/TzXqHLQJpZI/AAAAAAAAA78/dVokfnxzA1I/s72-c/Crying+Woman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">The good old days of being able to put on a sappy movie and have a good cry are over. It's true men will never understand why women watch so-called chick flicks, or even what it means to have or need "a good cry". The reason women don't understand why men just don't get "it" is because women don't have testosterone. Now I would be really interested to hear from my trans sisters who have opted in 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UhdDvtjJtRcUzhtGhXJoCZEoCXw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UhdDvtjJtRcUzhtGhXJoCZEoCXw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~4/eirzpL5CK2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/2012/02/chick-flicks-and-altered-male.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARXo-eyp7ImA9WhRUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911.post-7826852565944857976</id><published>2012-01-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:17:24.453-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T19:17:24.453-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="identity" /><title>Transgender Math: Counting up and Counting Down</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/7826852565944857976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992430598767479911&amp;postID=7826852565944857976" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/7826852565944857976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/7826852565944857976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~3/1p8b6RY3Bi0/transgender-math-counting-up-and.html" title="Transgender Math: Counting up and Counting Down" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCFCzsBvNBQ/Txy0pwM3ZyI/AAAAAAAAA38/jvUr2fRnf4I/s72-c/numbers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Counting has seemed to take up a lot of my time since I started  transitioning. First it was counting the days to the psychiatrist, then  to the endocrinologist. Counting how much it was going to cost to change my name and then how many places I would need to contact to have my new name on all of my identification. I counted down the days to graduation and  another arm surgery, then counted down 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xcl4P0TIGsDD7sPCvF2ie8WVkWQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xcl4P0TIGsDD7sPCvF2ie8WVkWQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~4/1p8b6RY3Bi0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/2012/01/transgender-math-counting-up-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BR3g5cCp7ImA9WhRUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911.post-6090595364688583310</id><published>2012-01-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:17:36.628-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T17:17:36.628-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="binding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thanks" /><title>Scavenger Hunt Binder Giveaway Part 1</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/6090595364688583310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992430598767479911&amp;postID=6090595364688583310" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/6090595364688583310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/6090595364688583310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~3/L4Ods8Bn9aw/scavenger-hunt-binder-giveaway-part-1.html" title="Scavenger Hunt Binder Giveaway Part 1" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1HyYCiuF-E/TxydiLFFk0I/AAAAAAAAA30/qbLMiKVtbsQ/s72-c/scavenger_hunt_map_5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I know you've been wondering what the hell happened to me. I promised you I'd write more and I have neglected you a little haven't I? So to make things a little more fun than what you're used to, I've devised a fun little plan for the next couple of months. I am hoping that you will play a little game with me. 

I have been really busy at work and with trying to get my art career off the ground. 
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I am a super chicken shit when it comes to doing anything in public. Public speaking, or an art demo or even a workshop I am ok with but being a total goof like singing forget it and dancing well I am terrified of it but deep 
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I haven't had too much to say about the influence of Testosterone, but will give you a peek at how 18 months is looking and how the chest is healing up this 
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Men's rights activist Herb Goldberg[24],  for example, claimed in 1976 that "the myth that the male is culturally  favoured ...is clung to, despite the fact that every critical statistic  in the area of longevity, disease, suicide, crime, accidents, childhood  emotional disorders, alcoholism, and drug addiction shows a  disproportionately higher male rate." He sees males as "oppressed by the  
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The Ice Road
I changed my name almost 2 years ago, have been on testosterone for over a year and had top surgery just  a few short months ago. I am happy to finally have some dominion over my emotions, to feel comfortable in my own skin and lately even think I might have some control of my own destiny. My transition has been difficult, probably more difficult than I have let on. I want to 
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Ivan  Coyote is a writer from Whitehorse Yukon who writes about her  experiences navigating the world as one of us gender variant  individuals. She goes into schools and educates youth on queer and  gender issues and participates in workshops for gender variant youth.  One of the workshop programs is called Camp Fyrelfy  and is run out of the University of Alberta. It is a great opportunity  for
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Three months ago I went under the knife to have my breasts removed and while I was less concerned about how it would look than I was about finally getting them off my chest I am excited about how things are progressing. The puckering and swelling has gone down considerably and the area I was most concerned about has definitely healed up  better than I was anticipating. Recovery has been a lot 
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I am having a really hard time deciding whether or not to be "out" at work. Some days I 
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For the last eleven months I have been a single guy. I don't go out much, I stay home and don't really socialize too much. There are a few people who's company I enjoy but for the most part I have become more of a loner. Part of the reason is I don't want to have to explain myself all the time. I don't want to have to answer questions about my genitalia or sexuality or feel like I am satisfying
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15 Months on T
I can't believe how fast this second year has gone. Summer is nearly over once again and come spring I will have been taking testosterone for two years. It seems far now but I know it will be here in no time. It's been a crazy busy month kayaking, fishing, visiting, and of course the big boob-off. As for the rest of the month, this is how it shaped up:

Acne: Well this is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7_H2xUpHQ00uZLmvlgbeiYTtnH0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7_H2xUpHQ00uZLmvlgbeiYTtnH0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~4/9tBeWrH4U0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/2011/08/calming-top-surgery-recovery-anxiety.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHQHc9eCp7ImA9WhdRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911.post-3839919917511690343</id><published>2011-08-07T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:43:51.960-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T11:43:51.960-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="top surgery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><title>...And Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Summer</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/3839919917511690343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992430598767479911&amp;postID=3839919917511690343" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/3839919917511690343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/3839919917511690343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~3/k1Y15lLjLVU/and-now-back-to-your-regularly.html" title="...And Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Summer" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otkUAWR8xJ0/Tj7OS6jGQiI/AAAAAAAAAso/z2ptU5tYzh4/s72-c/SWIM.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">It's official. I can now return to my regular activities. The six week recovery flew by and although the first couple were difficult the last week was probably the hardest. I say that because I felt great and summer is short so every moment that I couldn't be out on the water fishing with my new kayak was frustrating. To make up for it I am going to kayak a LOT from now until one of two things 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IIqbWUnaqYaDBpDPhJSo2LxBcOs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IIqbWUnaqYaDBpDPhJSo2LxBcOs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~4/vlCZK8t1a1o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/2011/08/trannys-new-clothes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CRHY-eCp7ImA9WhdRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992430598767479911.post-2780368693986059076</id><published>2011-08-03T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:46:05.850-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T00:46:05.850-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Testosterone" /><title>One Year, Two Months</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://transcanadacoyote.blogspot.com/feeds/2780368693986059076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992430598767479911&amp;postID=2780368693986059076" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/2780368693986059076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992430598767479911/posts/default/2780368693986059076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TransCanadaCoyote/~3/mE0nVt9v5vo/one-year-two-months.html" title="One Year, Two Months" /><author><name>LuckyJack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588909127828608874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Brh8Pwn0_M/TBVh_H6CPbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eQsGlNPmc9Y/S220/pictures+062.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgA90hr_PiI/TjjuQdMEqnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/NXh1_Q6F-Dw/s72-c/14+months.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I know I have been neglecting this a little recently. There has been a lot going on and I'll  of course get to it  eventually! I am already fourteen months on T and there are still changes to be noted! It's true the changes come fast and furious in the beginning and the first year on T is definitely a whirlwind of changes: your body, your voice, your relationships. It really is like a second 
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My cross-eyed Beauty, LiLu
 Two weeks down and four to go till I am back fishing from my new kayak, sleeping on my stomach, playing and enjoying the rest of the summer. I have got to remember that no matter how good I am feeling I need to be careful and take it easy. I have been doing everything my surgeon told me when I saw him to have my drains out. I called his office yesterday to ask a 
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