Yesterday marked three full months on T! Woot! It has been feeling like things are going really slowly lately, but when I re-read where I was back in late February and March, I’m reminded just how far I’ve come, both mentally and physically.
The acute anxiety I was having initially has decreased so dramatically. Its gone from nearly every night to maybe once every week or two, and it feels exponentially less intense even when it does hit. This is largely due to my adopting a ‘fuck it’ attitude around how I’m supposed to label myself now, although xanax gets to take some of the credit. I am still uncomfortable with the word ‘man,’ although guy, dude, fella, etc. all feel perfectly comfortable. So what am I? I just can’t fucking care right now. I’ll get there in due time, but I know I am able to feel grounded in my own skin for the first time ever. I know that T was the right move.
I’m still working on bolstering my emotional coffers enough to tell my family, but again, so what? I’m a grown ass adult. I don’t owe them my coming out (again). It’ll be time when it damn well is. In many ways, I really appreciate having my transition be just about me for the time being. I am a deep introvert at heart, and I really enjoy that for now I can spend my energy caretaking my own self, getting cozy in and right with my own skin before I start having to crisis manage for them as well.
My body is definitely changing. While some days the changes feel nearly imperceptible, other days they seem impossibly huge. Last night I got home and, as always, stripped off my binder before I had done anything else. I lay in bed and my hand happened to brush my stomach. Something felt at once new, strange and also surprisingly familiar. Belly hair. I’ve seen it sprouting up, dark and conspicuous, for weeks now. My stomach has always been a huge source of shame, dysphoria, yuck for me and I have not only avoided acknowledging its existence myself but also asked partners in the past to leave it be. So I hadn’t actually felt all these hairs before now. They. Are. AMAZING! I love them. Like, really really love them. Like, they have a new little corner tucked away in my heart just for them, love.
To be fair, I have hairs sprouting everywhere. Legs, ass, upper lip, side burns, unibrow, tip of my nose (little fuckers). And I’m sure that, just like kids, you shouldn’t pick favorites. I totally have though. These ones, the silken black pelt ‘tween tits and crotch… these are mine.
My voice has deepened pretty dramatically, most of the time. My old vocal range is long gone, although some days I am farther from it than others. My mother continues to ask if I have a cold each time we talk on the phone. Nope, I don’t think so. Am I sure? Pretty sure.
I sweat now. My skin is oily all the time. Acne is a constant on my face, my ass, the insides of my thighs. I smell like a fucking man.
My muscles continue to grow, although I’m putting on some weight since I stopped working out and they aren’t as visible as I’d like. Time to get that gym membership. I keep talking about it, thinking about it, but its time to just do it. I don’t care too much about my weight, but I look round in a very feminine way. I have those big ‘child bearing hips’ that people have been telling me about since (the first) puberty. I don’t really want those. I want to see the definition in my arms and legs, in my chest as much as it’s possible.
Then there’s the libido which waxes and wanes with everything else. Even at my calmer moments, though, sex is still a near constant background thought. And with the wee fledgling dick that is finally, um, peeking it’s head from the nest if you will, its harder (ha ha) to ignore such frequent arousal. Ooof.
I went fishing yesterday to celebrate. Caught another nice walleye, although I had many more on the line that snapped it before I could net them. I even hooked a 3ft or so sturgeon. It jumped a good foot out of the water and broke my ill-equipped 6lb test line as it landed. That fight was fun while it lasted though. I stayed out til nearly 9:30pm and watched the full moon rise amongst the orange and pink clouds on the horizon. It was so fucking beautiful.
On that idyllic note, my friends, I am signing out. Till next week!