Yes, it's true, I'm finally posting again after nearly a year of not. This is partially due to the recent boon in my life of pilfered internet at my apartment and a new-used laptop, as well as generally missing the
I'm also going to be speaking on a panel of trans people tomorrow for an event scheduled by YEPSA, a local youth sexual assault prevention organization, and I've been tasked with filling ten minutes with some at least vaguely enlightening thoughts on my experience as a trans person. Even worse, I've put down my topic as the interstices (I don't think I actually said interstices) of gender identity and sexuality. Oh, bother. And so I've come to you, tender internet, to work out my thoughts on the subject and stumble across some potential personal revelations (this is where you cup your hands to your mouth and yell, "Go back to Livejournal!")
But first, a proper update, starting with the physical as always. I'm manly-looking as ever, I guess. I'm growing out my sideburns for the second time with thorough results, and if I don't shave for three or more days people start to ask if I'm growing a beard (the mustache area is still sparse, alas.) My gut is increasingly hairy and unfortunately guttish. My voice is unmistakably male. I've been mistaken for a woman exactly twice in the past year, once when I was wearing a large flannel jacket, and once when it was very dark. Both times, people corrected themselves the minute I opened my mouth.
Also in the physical realm: last April some doctors found a tumor of questionable intent the size of a nilla wafer hanging out on my thyroid. It ended up being benign, but to discover this they had to cut it out, give me a rad scar across my throat, and charge me several thousand dollars, which wiped out the majority of what I had been saving for chest surgery. And so, here I am, coming upon my fourth anniversary of binding on the regular, still be-chest-icled. My feelings about this are complicated, and I might save them for another post, if you don't mind.
