A Love of My Very Own

In the eyes of the world, I am many things. She-male. Tranny. Chick with dick. Those are the names they've got for me. What do I call myself? I call myself Angela Shay. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, curvy Black woman in her mid-thirties with a nice rack, wide hips and a big round ass. I hate the terms she-male, tranny and chick with dick, by the way. I am a Transsexual. I live in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, and study Criminal Justice at Seneca College. Does it surprise you that someone like me believes in getting an education? Hmmm. How little you understand and what makes me tick. Oh, well. I guess that's why I've decided to educate you.

We're all human at the end of the day. People tend to forget that when dealing with individuals of my particular background. I have a job, I pay taxes, and I live my life my way, just like most normal folks in Canadian society, thank you very much. I work at the mall, and I sell phones for Bell Canada. I'm actually the manager of one of our downtown locations, does that surprise you? I have a real job. I have friends and family. I am not a porn star, an escort or a prostitute. Oh, and I don't do exotic modeling either. On weekends, I sometimes look after my nephew Jason and my niece Katharine while their parents, my older brother Jonathan Shay and his wife Beatrice have a date night.

It might also surprise you that my brother Jonathan Shay, a big and tall Black man of Jamaican descent, supports me in who I am and what I do. He didn't always understand me but we've made up and smoothed things out before I underwent the change and evolved into what you see before you. Most people who meet me never guess that I'm a Transsexual unless I tell them. I am thankful for that because we live in a world where those who are different get mistreated. Ah, the wonders of twenty-first century technology, what can I say? Being who and what I am has made me sensitive to the plight of others.

Take my dog Marquis for example.