I’m Cate O’Malley, a transgender woman born in 1950. I live in Florida and escaped from Ohio winters in 1972. I thought it was paradise when I got her and still do. I am married to my best friend, have a son and a daughter who is married to a great guy. We were blessed in March, 2013 when our daughter gave birth to two beautiful, nay perfect, baby boys. I am a giant chew toy for a seven-pound yorkiepoo who is the princess of the manor. I love working around my home, sailing, writing, cooking, sewing, old movies, reading, poetry, theater, jazz, home brewing and the beach. When you go to the beach and see the lone figure walking along the water’s edge just before sunrise, that’s me. I’m an obnoxiously happy morning person, much to my family’s dismay.
Why did I start this website? All of my life I’ve known there was something different with me and there was something unsettled in my soul. Growing up in a small, very conservative Ohio farm town, there were not many opportunities to explore the wide spectrum of personalities. So I did what was expected of me. I served in the United States Coast Guard, married my childhood sweetheart, moved to Florida, worked hard, bought a couple of houses, had a son, got divorced, got remarried and moved to Gainesville, Florida.
In Gainesville, I was able to find, befriend and become part of a community that welcomes diversity, encourages tolerance, learning and acceptance and celebrates not only the ordinary, but the extraordinary. Feelings that I had so long suppressed and eventually shoved in the back of my mind as to practically forget, once again began to surface. In 2004, my beautiful wife and I were celebrating our anniversary in Savannah, Georgia. We ducked into a small bookstore to get out of the rain. Perusing the shelves, I discovered the book, My Husband Betty by Helen Boyd. I was drawn to it and for the remainder of the trip and for three weeks after, it was something constantly on my mind. I checked the book out of the library and devoured it. I began reading all I could, always recognizing more and more of myself. The tipping point was one morning, gray turning to blue in the east, I lay in bed, eyes closed and begged God to have changed me into a woman during the night. Upon opening my eyes, I began sliding into acute depression. I needed help. I sought out and found a therapist and began my gender therapy.
After about six months of therapy, I came out to my wife. She was shocked and distraught. We began what has been six years of talking, crying, loving, therapy and dogged perseverance to get to the place where we love each other more than ever and she has accepted and embraced the fact that her husband, a male on the outside, is truly and genuinely a woman.
My transition has been slow and steady. We’re doing it together, with the help of friends, family, qualified professionals and much, much love.
I know this is the extremely short version, but I’m not here to bore you. I welcome all questions and comments and will offer what insight I can. Please write and I’ll respond as quickly as possible.