Trans Musings
Transition is a strange and wonderful experience. As someone who does not fit into the dominant trans narrative, I often found myself needing reassurance that simply wanting to transition is enough.
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Am I Allowed to Be Angry?
Emotions are complicated. I've never been particularly good at understanding, or feeling, or expressing my own emotions. But the emotion I perhaps have the most uncomfortable relationship with is anger. I was an angry child. Not in the sense that I was angry at the world, or upset all the time, but in the sense that I had a very short fuse. My sister knew this, and delighted in finding ways to trigger my very explosive rage.
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Who Gets to be Valid?
Tell me if you've heard this one before: A person is born, and assigned a gender, but from the very beginning they never act as expected. They only wanted toys and activities associated with the opposite gender, and at a very young age, some time between, say, 5 and 13 they express to their parents that they are actually not the gender that was assigned to them, and they will not be happy as their assigned gender.
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1 Year on HRT
Last Sunday was my 1 year anniversary of starting E. It's a big milestone, a year. 365 days. 12 months. I had hoped that I'd be able to articulate some kind of sublime summation of the last year. To contextualize it. And of course I could say something pithy like "It's been an incredible journey", and while that's true, it's obviously not the whole story.
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Transition Didn't Save Me
Transition did not save my life. I was not depressed, I did not feel like something was missing or wrong, I did not need to transition in any sense of the word. I "merely" wanted to. And this has caused me no end of worry as I fretted over whether I will be "found out" and told I wasn't trans, or worse, that I would grow to regret my decision and hate the "mutilated" body I inhabited.
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On Body Modification
Getting my first tattoo has been an eye opening experience for me. I've wanted to get a tattoo for as long as I can remember, but I never did it because I could never decide on something that I wanted permanently on my body. What was something that mattered so much to me that I could never regret it.
I think I had a lot of similar thoughts about transition. Sure, I may want it now, but what if I decide I don't in a few years?
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How Did I Get Here?
I like being trans. I like being girl adjacent.
At least that's what I tell myself.
But if I really was trans, if I really was a girl, then how did I get to be 30 years old and not have any significant gender trauma? How did I barely think about it for decades?
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But Will It Be Worth It?
"Is it going to be worth it?", she asks with a tinge of sadness, her voice ringing out in the quiet late night air.
The question had been asked before. A hope, perhaps, that the pain, the uncertainty, the fracturing of a potential imagined future would be worth something. Would mean something.
I can't answer.
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New Birthdays and the Scourge of Self Doubt
I was talking the other day with a few folks about when they consider their "new birthday" to be. A popular one, of course, is HRT day, and another is cracking day. I started cracking 11 months ago, and I've been on HRT for over 6 months, but neither of those days feel as monumentally significant as it seems to be for others. They were exciting and scary at the time, but I don't know if I could consider them to be life changing moments. I made some comments to this effect in the conversation, then later changed my mind and deleted them.
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A tiny echo
A tiny echo from the back of my world
Says can I come out, can I make myself heard?
A soft whisper drifting all through my house
Asks politely to forget all my doubts
A quiet voice in the back of my head
Pleads just once let me out to lead instead! -
Detransition Fears
I watched a video earlier this week from a detransitioner and it's been messing with my head.
I think I want to be a girl. I think I want to wear feminine clothes. I think I want to be perceived as female.