Who's Hair Is It Anyway?

Here is something I thought of recently. I cannot explain how I come up with these things sometimes, but it is the result of not yet finding the 'off switch' for my brain.

I came up with the question of how exactly do women who began their lives as men deal with male pattern baldness and receding hairlines? This isn't meant to be a joke...I really wondered about this. Once a cross-dressing man is diagnosed as transgender and eventually goes through the detailed procedure for a sex change...what else (other than the obvious) is changed? Anything? Nothing??

Of course, while I never did come up with an answer, I did develop further questions. If you can help me with any of them, please post a response. Here are additional questions that my pondering uncovered:

Do the injections of female hormones somehow combat the balding that men often deal with?

If those hormones do block the cause of balding in men; then can smaller doses be used to fix the problem for men who are not transitioning to the opposite gender?

Do these second-chance women still suffer balding, but deal with it by employing wigs?

I'm stuck with all questions and no answers on this one. Anybody got a clue???

Friends

At the commencement of a new calendar year, immediately following this spate of exhausting holidays, our ears continually bombarded with news of disasters and gloom from around the globe as well as negative connotations for our nation’s future, let us not forget what is truly most important and behave like a star. No, don’t look towards Hollywood for guidance, I mean the other kind of star. Position yourself at the nucleus of a positive universe. Pull into your individual orbit those people, values and beliefs most significant to you. Surround yourself with the family and friends most critical to your existence and shine on them like you never have before. Set the example. Provide the assistance, support and influence they require and these same blessings will reflect back upon you. Abandon selfishness and extend a hand. Reach out to a family member; call a friend from days long gone by. Our time here is limited, but our hearts have infinite capacity for love and friendship. May God bless you all.

“If I were a red bird flying high above the sea,
I would want some other bird to come and fly with me.
Though circling way up high beyond this troublesome land,
man could not survive without the touch of a helping hand.
A hand that guides you; if you’re lost shows you the way home.
But you might cry and so would I to find ourselves alone.
So throughout your long lived days be needed as a friend,
for someday you may need someone to
journey with before you reach the end."

{Excerpt from a poem titled “Alone” by Alvin Willie}