The Life and Daylight Savings Times of Rustycakes.

Oh, what a weekend. Even now there's a new roundup of T-news!

-It may just be the Pall Malls, but I think as of this morning my voice is really starting to take the plunge. Even just humming scales to myself in my office just now, I've lost a few upper notes (and some dignity, apparently, if I'm humming scales to myself in my office.) My throat somehow feels bassier, even if it doesn't totally sound it yet. This weekend when I was playing a song I wrote just a few months ago, there were a couple notes where I had to emphatically switch into a less-than-ideal falsetto. Ben said he thought he saw the trace of an adam's apple, but I think he, too, is humoring me.

-The little wisps of dyke-mustache I had pre-T are starting to build up steam. I kind of have to shave every day or every other day, especially because it would be super awkward to just have this stubbly right-above-the-corners-of-my-mouth (is there an actual word for that part of your body?) In any case, here's hoping it spreads. I wouldn't want my facial hair options to be limited to the fu manchu.

-I almost got in an argument with my mom. I never would have been assertive enough to even almost get in an argument with my mom before. But she was talking about how this whole utilizing medical resources business is "unnatural" and that if there was a way I could live without it I should really try, and I almost lost it. As in, I said, "I don't want to argue!" a little to loudly in the Chinese restaurant and then said that she wasn't going to change my mind about anything and this is really important to my ability to live a fulfilling life and I'm not obligated to educate her about trans issues or explain anything to her. Usually I just start crying our don't say anything. Woo for saying what I mean!