Oh friends, the belly hairs are coming in strong. I know some folks get that well defined ‘happy trail’ but that is clearly not happening with this bod. My whole stomach is covered in downy black hair now. The calf hair is making it’s way towards my knees, crotch hair is making it’s way towards my ass, and I can see little black follicles all over my thighs now, just waiting to burst forth. The same thing is happening on my jaw and cheeks.
My voice is still getting lower, and even at it’s highest is still distinctly lower than pre-T. I was listening to a short video on my phone that I was talking in. Tried to match the pitch and just couldn’t. It was actually pretty entertaining to hear myself try.
The lust has backed off a fair amount, and thank god for that. Being a little extra horny is one thing, but being constantly ready to throw down and having no one to do it with is damn near unbearable.
Speaking of which… I was supposed to have three dates this week. Two fell through (everyone in this town is notoriously flakey and you kinda expect it). The third was a friend of C’s. I had really high hopes but… I don’t think that either of us is quite what the other is looking for. He’s heavily into the leather/kink scene, he’s poly, and maybe a but more, um, urban I guess. He also didn’t know beforehand that I’m trans and it almost seemed to catch him off guard even though he is also trans and queer. He was super sweet, but I think I may be bit too tame and/or redneck for him.
He asked a lot about my most recent ex (who he is acquaintances with), the situation with my kid’s other dad (which is messy but not something I’m going to get into right now), and seemed almost critical of the fact that I haven’t come out to my family yet. The last was particularly uncomfortable for me. His input seemed almost condescending by that point. Sure, I am early on in transition, and yes I am older than you were, but who the fuck cares?
That night at home I was starting another tailspin. It was, once again, feeling like I must really suck at this whole being a tranny thing. Maybe if I was ‘more trans’ I wouldnt have as much hesitation about talking to my folks. What if no one I’m attracted to will be into me the more I change? What is it going to be like when I really do just fade into the background as yet another passing dude? What will I look like as an old man? Is it even worth it to keep transitioning? What in the name of all that is holy am I doing with my life?!
Oy vey.
A friend had gifted me some xanax earlier in the day. I’ve never taken it before so they cautioned me not to consume any alcohol with it, don’t drive while I’m on it, and to start off with just half. Okie dokie.
I could feel it working a lot sooner than I expected, within maybe 15 or 20 minutes. And then… I was waking up. It was 8:15 the next morning and I don’t know that I moved at all the whole night. I understand now how people can get hooked on this. That said, I certainly intend on only using it when I am really, really struggling, not recreationally.
Yesterday I picked my son up and we had a date at the mall, with carmel corn, bubble tea, the whole shebang. We bought a Dr. Who monopoly set half off. Went home, had dinner, had snuggles. It was fucking idyllic. I love him so much. He totally big spooned me last night and it was a-fucking-dorable. This. This is what the fuck I’m doing with my life. This kid knows me, no matter what the wrapping looks like. And this kid will love me no matter how many hairs are on my back or how few are on my head. Well I’ll be…