salemkat999

'I am a work under constant construction.' ~ Me.

My chosen name is Salem K. Stryker. I am a FtM transsexual. I am kinky, poly, pansexual, and furry. I am a very cuddly snow leopard chinchilla. :3

I realize I have many talents and passions. I have accepted my destiny is to serve and protect.

I am still developing my views on the world, but this time doing what deep down feels right. I have a knack and desire for problem solving and hope my efforts make this a better place to exist.

I am an activist of sorts. I am involved in the Madison OutReach project/group center. It is an LGBT group for the 18-24ish crowd. I facilitate and co-ordinate events, represent the community, spread awareness, and form alliances.

Beyond the serious stuff I hope to accompish, I love to have fun and make people laugh. My hobbies revolve around crafting. I am always up for learning something new. :D

music, writing, sports, leatherworking, carpentry, video games, (anything adventurous really).
Birthday
Sep 23, 1986 (Age: 38)
Biography
I think this one would take more space than God to fill. In my 23 years of life, I have experienced more than most people do by the time they are 50.

My life started out in a remote town in Tenneesee called Gallitin. It was remote to me because I lived on a hill for the first 6 years of my life. I moved to Florida at the age of 7 after my grandmother died of cancer. There, I met some of my family and lived there for 16 years.

From the ages of 9-16, I was mentally, emotionally, and physically abused by my parents. My mother's partner attempted to molest me when I was age 10-11. At the age of 16, I ran away from home and was placed in a youth shelter for three months. I was hospitalized, medicated, and then shuffled back into my parents house. My mother refused to accept the fact anything happened to me and deemed me a problem. I found out that my conception was unplanned and undesired, and my grandmother was the one that convinced my mom not to abort me. I also found out that my mother's partner was the person who broke up my grandparent's marriage. I am very ashamed of the fact my mom's partner was/is her stepmom. (Its one thing that is seriously fucking me up to this day as I feel people would judge me upon this fact instead of getting to know me as an individual. But I digress.)

I knew I felt identified as male at age 5, but did not come out until very recently as I had many other issues on the table. I wanted to make sure that I was stable enough to make a decision that big. My mother is a lesbian, and hates men. She condemned much of anything to do with them and continuously compared me to my father. She deterred me from a lot of the masculine unless she herself engaged in the behavior.

At the age of 17, I scrapped my plans for transition and prepared to move out of my parents house, continuing to live female.

I shuffled from place to place. I went through relationships with not so stable or healthy people. At the age of 18, I ended up homeless and was involved in a car accident the same night I was evicted. I sustained reversable damage, but continued to live on the street and work. I saved enough money to move my boyfriend at the time and I into a motel room. After about three months there, we saved enough to get into an apartment. My roommate did not work out, and we moved into a mobile home. My boyfriend kept losing his jobs, and because of this and other issues, I couldn't pay the bills and ended up leaving him and losing the trailer.

I stayed with a set of friends I had just made. I got ill and my injuries from the car accident got worse, and I ended up having to stop work. I moved in with the friends I was with. I recovered enough to work again and attempt to go to school. Turned out they were a cult. They based their group and plan for making the world a better place using different books they had read. While involved in this group, a house and $340,000+ of debt was accumulated. The debt was agreed to be split 8 ways. After a year in the house, two people left for various reasons. With six people left, we had to make extra money. The work to maintain the finances or house was not completed. There was no consistant communcal effort to make the money required. Some people there couldn't keep a steady 40 hour a week job. We needed more money than we were bringing in, as the average monthly bills were over $8000. I have a very strong sense of family and responsability. At the time, they were my family and things NEEDED to get done so we would not end up homeless. There are no questions where survival was concerned in my book. I started working 60-80 hrs a week on top of my normal house chores and general upkeep. If the house needed cleaning, and I wanted it clean, I did it. If the septic tank needed to be cleaned, I did it to save the $1k. I did not have my own room, my wife and I bounced around and shared rooms with people. When there was an open room, I was told I would have to provide the extra income that the room brought in. After three years of attempting negotiation, threats, and lots of arguments, I moved out with my current wife. To settle my debt, I signed over my car to one of the house members.

After three months of being out of that situation, my current spouse realized that being male wasn't right for her and decided to transition to female...again. She lived as a female for 10 plus years of her life, and then decided to transition back to male because it was easier. She failed to tell me before she married me that being male started out as an experiment. I decided to leave Florida in November 2009 for various reasons, health and sanity included. I relocated to Wisconsin and currently she lives in Florida. She is deciding her life for herself without influence from me or cultists. It seems to be working out so far.

I am currently in Wisconsin, working a single job, and recovering from my past experience. I am now out to my personal friends. My parents don't exist in my life, neither does my birth family. A lot of that is choice as I feel they would only try to convince me that who I am is invalidated and sinful. I am happy to say I am filling my life with people who are more positive and for lack of a better word, less fucked up. I have overcome most of my addictions. I am no longer self-destructive, I want to live and have a desire to experience the world for all the better things it has. I have let go of a massive amount of baggage and have learned so very much in the short time out. I am in a very stable relationship right now with someone I care about and love very much. :3 I talk to my wife on a daily basis and am very proud she is finding herself. I am going to a therapist to begin my transition and find out how to recover even more.

Things are progressively working out.
In descending order, which 6 things could you never do without?
1. Music

2. Love

3. Leatherworking/crafts

4. Knowledge

5. Cuteness!

6. Deli Sammiches!
What would be your epitaph?
"caccia e amante di l
MBTI
INFJ
Occupation
One of my true passions is to serve the public. Th
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