Category Archives: Transpirituality

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True Confession

June 2006 would mark the 15th anniversary of my creation of Rachel Miller and my journey to understand and accept my propensity to cross-dress. In the beginning my only goal was to feel better about my desire to wear a dress. After nearly a year

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Coming Home

About 6 years ago, I wrote an article still published on Whosoever titled Christians and Disputable Matters with the by-line of William Stephenson. I write this article as Virginia Stephenson, having transitioned to female in 2001. My journey in gender crossing has truly been a

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A Sense of Spirituality

I spent the first weekend in August at an inspiring conference – Together in Faith – hosted by the American Friends Service Committee. From the opening reception – put on by the First United Methodist Church of Ypsilanti – through the closing plenary my dreams,

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An Intense Spiritual Decision

There has been significant turmoil at my church for several years, and it finally reached the point where I felt compelled to resign my membership. That decision was clear to me, but the subsequent steps weren’t so clear. Initially I assumed that I would simply

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Who Has the Truth?

During the course of their lives, many intelligent people drift away from the religion in which they were raised. Why would they do that when they obviously care about spiritual matters? Are faith and critical thinking mutually exclusive? Do we have to check our brains

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Christians and Cross-Dressers

I have recollections of cross-dressing from age five. Virtually every reference was derogatory so it seemed best to hide the truth. I attempted to submerge my feelings and drive them out of my life but those efforts failed and the secret became unbearably heavy. In

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Why Change Your Sex?

Humans have always longed to change our bodies: to become swift as horses, hard as bulls, high as eagles, as if the purpose of life could be found by bending the laws of nature and stepping into a world where imagination becomes reality. The desire