All kinds of gender business, I'm sure, but I'm going to keep this post marginal.
-I went to a Dress As Your Spirit Animal party as a cougar, complete with short skirt, blond wig, and visible cleavage. A very drunk girl felt my boobs and immediately fell over into a pile of broken glass.
-Ben and I went to the Gateway Mall to see a movie but ended up just wandering and taking in the madness. It's getting to the point in my transition where I actually look like a guy, more or less, and was slightly worried about harassment, as we were kind of holding hands and generally looking like a couple (as a side note: so fun to have a date at the Gateway Mall for the first time in years. He won a stuffed pikachu for me at Tilt!) On the way out, a three year old turned to her mom and said, "Mommy, he looks like the Jonas Brothers!" It's most likely that she was talking about Ben, what with his sweeping brown hair and leather jacket, but in the official version that I'm telling, she was referring to both of us.
-I actually for real have to shave every day, which probably means I should stop borrowing my roommate's razor.
-I think that's it.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Drooling Over ___
Sorry there haven't been posts and posts--it's just been a slow time in gender news, I guess. The holidays--as my boss would say, "Christian holidays and the Gregorian New Year"--came and went with little trans-related to-do. I mostly did a lot of drinking and lazing around, rather, more than usual.
Today is shot number seven, and just in the nick of time. I need to talk to my RNNP about getting shots every 10 days instead of 14. A few days every other week I turn into a Bennington student again. Ugh. I thought I'd received my diploma, and thereby my ability to get through a day without multiple naps.
My legs are getting frighteningly muscular. As in there's a muscly part that juts out just above my knees. Are these glutes or something? Hamstrings? I'm lost. Alternately, my masculine gut is on the increase, though I can actually feel muscles under it, for once. I may have to stop dining exclusively on egg sandwiches and Chinese food.
My voice is getting actually pretty deep, and consistently so. Give me a call and marvel, if you haven't talked to me lately.
At the same time, I don't know that I'm passing much more than I did. Or maybe I am and am not noticing. I guess I am in little ways. I was biking to work today and I checked out some guy, or really his outfit, as he wasn't much to look at, as I rode past. Instead of the usual flirtatious-smile-back, I got the slightly-frightened-sup-dude-head-nod. Success?
I've spent today drooling over the website of Dr. Christine McGinn, who offers ftm mastectomies for a mere 6,300 smackeroos. This is a price I could be comfortable with, and her results look pretty fine. Also, she is kind of a babe. And her website is covered with butterflies. How can you not trust that? Anyone want to put me up in Philly this summer? Michelle Zauner, I'm looking at you.
Today is shot number seven, and just in the nick of time. I need to talk to my RNNP about getting shots every 10 days instead of 14. A few days every other week I turn into a Bennington student again. Ugh. I thought I'd received my diploma, and thereby my ability to get through a day without multiple naps.
My legs are getting frighteningly muscular. As in there's a muscly part that juts out just above my knees. Are these glutes or something? Hamstrings? I'm lost. Alternately, my masculine gut is on the increase, though I can actually feel muscles under it, for once. I may have to stop dining exclusively on egg sandwiches and Chinese food.
My voice is getting actually pretty deep, and consistently so. Give me a call and marvel, if you haven't talked to me lately.
At the same time, I don't know that I'm passing much more than I did. Or maybe I am and am not noticing. I guess I am in little ways. I was biking to work today and I checked out some guy, or really his outfit, as he wasn't much to look at, as I rode past. Instead of the usual flirtatious-smile-back, I got the slightly-frightened-sup-dude-head-nod. Success?
I've spent today drooling over the website of Dr. Christine McGinn, who offers ftm mastectomies for a mere 6,300 smackeroos. This is a price I could be comfortable with, and her results look pretty fine. Also, she is kind of a babe. And her website is covered with butterflies. How can you not trust that? Anyone want to put me up in Philly this summer? Michelle Zauner, I'm looking at you.
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