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Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 - 4:13pm
stuff people may be wondering about, or things that have been on my mind for weeks
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In my last entry, I mentioned that I might go back to being a girl, in part.
There are lots of things going on, of course. There's not one individual reason that's making me think about changing. (Nor is there one individual person; the crush is merely one more straw on the camel's back.)
Part of it is the ongoing fight to look masculine. Whenever I wear anything that's not a plaid flannel shirt, I run a 50% likelihood of being read as a girl. Whenever my hair gets longer than 1 inch, likewise. If I bleach my hair, doubly. If I wear rings or earrings, again. If I smile, if I wear bright colors, if I wear my apron at my job, if I talk on the phone, if my ID is checked, if I'm out with a group of women. It's frustrating, to say the least. And it's not so much that I get upset every time I'm read as a girl, because I don't. It's that I'm making all these efforts, and if I slack for a moment, the sum of all those efforts is a failure to pass as a guy.
Those things I do to make myself look more masculine? They almost always make me look or feel unattractive. I hate plaid shirts. I look better with longer hair. I like bright colors and accessories and being clean-shaven and tidy and all those things that seem to get read as female. I miss being pretty.
Things I'm happy with: testosterone, and 90% of the changes it has caused. I intend to stay on T for a number of months, at the very least. I may stay on it until I want to get pregnant (not in the immediate future) or it causes some other health issues. I love not having periods. I like putting on muscle mass when I go to the gym. I like my sex drive, even though I am my only outlet for it.
I'm also pretty happy with my chest. It's been about 5 years since my surgery, and it hasn't caused me any troubles. I like taking my shirt off when it's hot. I kinda miss having my chest stick out farther than my belly, but the belly can be remedied if I care enough. (T also increased my appetite for food.)
The other thing is that my sexuality - my identity when thinking about (or having, although it's been a long time) sex - is pretty much female. I feel like a girl when I have sex or when I think about sex, or at least I feel like what I think a girl feels like. Also, I seem to be attracted to straight guys about 10 times more often than I'm attracted to gay guys. I'd like to date again, and I'm tired of being dismissed by most of the people I might want to date. For as much as I am queer, I've always had reservations about queer culture - I fit in more with geeks and nerds than with gays and lesbians.
So, yeah. I'm not planning to stop taking T or to have breast implants put in. What I'm doing now is ceasing the stupid, pointless, ugly-making artifice. I'm letting my hair grow in (It's up to about 3 inches, and 5 inches is my goal). I've stopped tweezing my forehead (which I had been doing to give me a more male hairline). I shaved my armpits - god bless the ability to get antiperspirant/deodorant on my skin again. I'm not going to wear any more plaid shirts. I'm not going to worry if a particular color or cut of clothing makes me look less masculine.
I'm not ever going to be a normal girl, but I was never going to be a normal guy, either. I knew that when I began my transition.
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