Even though I'm leaning towards being somewhere on the asexual spectrum somewhere I've given dating a go recently and really enjoyed it. Met some wonderful interesting people and it helped me come out of my shell a bit more and made some friends. I'm glad to be a work in progress even in my 50s. Imagine how boring it would be if I ever figured everything out? ( That's a lie id like to figure everything out! ) 馃挅
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Four years ago today I first admitted I was trans. It's hard to believe it's that recent. Already it feels like it's been forever, like I have always been the way I am today.
At some level, I knew this a long time before I ever admitted it to myself. I didn't have the words for it, I didn't know it was possible, and I never imagined I would be safe to follow through on it. But it was still there.
I remember looking at the other side of the clothing store with longing. I remember asking every girlfriend how things felt for them. I remember the bitter disappointment when I noticed differences in our experiences. I remember driving into the mountains because it was the only place I felt safe wearing a skirt. I remember trying on my Nonny's shoes as a small child, I must have been 3 or 4. I remember in high school telling my dad "I know there are a ton of reasons it wouldn't be, but I can't help but feel my life would be better if I'd been born a girl."
When I first admitted this to myself I was so scared. "I look at that potential future and see pain," I wrote. "I don't think I could take it[.]"
I was wrong. Oh, it wasn't painless. I have lost parts of my family. I lost a couple of bad friends. Deciding to transition derailed my PhD program. But I had never experienced such joy before. I had never known that you could wake up and feel hopeful, not about something, but in general.
It is wild to me how much of this has become mundane now. I wake up and I can wear the clothes I want. My hair is beautiful in a way I never imagined it would be, back in the days of constant buzz cuts. I get to hear a name that I chose instead of the one foisted on me. My hormones actually feel right now, like a fog lifted on the inside. I don't have to mask my behavior nearly as hard, because who cares if someone sees me act naturally鈥擨 don't have some bullshit facade to maintain. Or, at least, a much smaller one.
I never thought I would be here. I wasn't sure, then, that I would last four years. Hell, I don't think I ever imagined living this long in any real detail.
I'm so fucking happy I stuck with it. I am happy I get to continue down this path. And oddly, I almost look forward to the next challenges. They will be hard, and remembering the payoff is especially hard in the moment, but this has proven to me that I can do it. One step at a time. Journey before destination.
I am grateful to be here as the real me. Thank you for seeing it with me. Happy hatching day 馃挏
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Looking down and seeing boobs never gets old.
Looking down and seeing boobs never gets old.
Even though I'm leaning towards being somewhere on the asexual spectrum somewhere I've given dating a go recently and really enjoyed it. Met some wonderful interesting people and it helped me come out of my shell a bit more and made some friends. I'm glad to be a work in progress even in my 50s. Imagine how boring it would be if I ever figured everything out? ( That's a lie id like to figure everything out! ) 馃挅
#trans #transjoy #transgender