Damn Hair

I think I am backwards-assing this whole transition thing. Traditionally, trans women try to start electrolysis or laser before starting hrt, or at least around the same time. Since laser won’t work for me because of all the grey hairs I have, I am relegated to the even more painful experience of electrolysis. I started electro some years ago, paid something like 1250$ for a patch of hair to be removed. I think I am going to have to find one of those sedation electro places, be put under, then let them go to town.  It will probably be expensive, but damn, the faster I can get this facial hair removed, the better. I hate feeling my face eight hours after shaving and touching stubble. I hate the dark marks that some of my hair follicles leave after being shaved. I just hate facial hair. It sucks. They say beauty is pain. I say fuck them!


Check In

Hey dear readers of the page! How are ya’ll doing> I’ve been better. My Crohn’s disease is outta control, which is nothing new, except that it is getting to be pre-2007 bad, and that really sucks. In 2007, I had almost two feet of my small and large intestines removed. Yeah, the surgery was extremely traumatic for me, and left me with a fear of surgery that I am going to have to get over if I ever want to get my orchi.

I still don’t have a job; honestly though, I don’t think in my current condition, that I could hold down a job. No joke, I am in the bathroom at least 10-15 times a day. It’s getting ridiculous.

I’m anemic, and I am still losing blood. Not a lot. But enough to register on the labs I recently took. I am anemic, but not enough to start i.v. iron. I can’t tolerate other forms, and have tried pills and liquid mixed in V8 to cut the taste (it’s truly awful. Tastes like a mouthful of pennies).

Random – Have y’all heard the new Bleachers’ album? I really like it. I wanted to see them in concert, but the tix are fairly expensive. Okay, not really; but high enough to not make the 1.5 hour trip to see them. Oh wells…

I’ve been practicing make makeup skills. I think I have the basics down, such as foundation and such. I am still not good with eyeliner, nor am I good with eye shadow. Hell, I am better than last year, but still lacking. I hate that I feel like I need to wear makeup, but I have a beard shadow, and I like to have it covered up, call me crazy , lol! Electro is expensive and may give me some scars and a lot of mental and physical pain and anguish. There has to be another way, damn!

My voice is still a problem. It is deep. I can get into an androgynous range, and that is cool. I definitely need more practice, and need confidence to use my voice with family, friends, and randoms.

Enough for now, dear readers of the page. i am going to leave y’all with a pic dump from this morning’s beat session. have a great day!!!!

A Strange Case Of Dysphoria

So, dear readers of the page, I am experiencing some dysphoria again. I fucking hate how it comes and goes. Like, one day (or even one hour, one minute) I’ll be fine, and the next is no bueno.

Right now, it’s all woe is me. I’m sir’d all the time, and I am too scared to correct most people. Especially now, during winter (not even winter yet) where I’m wearing big coats and things like that, I am getting heavily sir’d.  It is extremely frustrating and painful. I really don’t know what to do.

I need a shit ton of money. One, I need to pay off my damn student loan. Two, and more important for me than that damn student loan – I need money for transition. I need an orchi so I can stop taking the spiro. I think it is really fucking with my kidneys pretty badly. More on that at a later date. I need to get my name changed. Fuck, I need to get my voice in order. It is still very man-like, and, aside from my face, is what brings the sirs on hardcore.

I have recently begun thinking about FFS (facial feminization surgery) and a boob job. When I started transition, and even up until a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have thought these surgeries would be necessary for me to live as authentic a life as possible. And an authentic life, for me, means society at large seeing me as a woman, even if it is as an ugly woman.

FFS is stupid expensive. We’re talking tens of thousands of dollars. Making tiny changes to the bone structure of my face would allow me and everyone around me to not have to play the gender game. Of course, my friends gender me correctly. Even then, though, I have doubts as to their beliefs. I know I shouldn’t care. I have an amazingly supportive wife in Egg; I just can’t helping thinking that a little work on my face would help.

I think I already covered the BA thing. Dr. Tangpricha just told me not to expect much, if any, more boob growth. So let’s just throw another five thousand in the transition pot why don’t we? Fuck, this is getting depressing.  The boob job is doable. HAHAHAHA who am I kidding. I have never had five thousand dollars. I would be surprised if I ever do. But I’ve got to find a way to come up with that.

If I can scrounge up a paltry eight thousand dollars, I would be able to get my orchi, a BA, and my name change. I am still shooting for an orchi and name change in 2018. I don’t know how to manifest that shit. Maybe it’s time for some spell work?! And some good, old-fashion hard work. I’m not against working. It’s just that every time I start working, I get sick. I was on disability, but disability does not give enough money, and even though my Crohn’s is actively flaring atm, my bipolar disorder is in check. When I was awarded disability last time, all of my issues were popping off at the same time. It was a nightmare.

The thing about disability though, at least for me, is that it made me feel worthless. Now, I am beginning to feel worthless again, but I am not being paid for it. I think this sucks even more. I need a job that will respect my pronouns and gender identity. Fuck, I’m going to make myself even more sick than I already am. Oh wells, dear readers of the page, I hope 2018 is better than 2017.

I shouldn’t complain, and I need to stop. I have a wonderful Egg who provides for the both of us. And I cannot forget my parents. Fuck, I am one lucky bitch. I could have completely unsupportive parents and a wife who wants to divorce. Instead, unlike many of my trans siblings, I have clothes and food and shelter and loving (insert caveat) parents and an eggcellent wife who supports and loves me for me.

It’s just hard, you know? Well, if you’re cis, you prolly don’t. Recently, I told one of my friends about FFS. She looked at me in horror – like, why would you want to do that. She cannot understand. She can accept that I’m trans, but I don’t think she really understands what that means, and what dysphoria is and all that entails. I shouldn’t expect her to. Her reaction kind of caught me off guard, though. After explaining FFS, as I said, her face was one of abject horror as she wondered out loud how I could ever want to go through something so invasive. But damn, I look like a man, and there are no if, and, or buts about it. She is a kind soul, and one of my closest friends, but in that light, well – it was hard for me, and still is. I just want my closest friends to understand that a lot of these surgeries that people deem elective are not elective at all. They are life-affirming and life saving!!

The more I write, the more I think. I think it is time to stop writing. Sorry, dear readers of the page. I’ll write more soon.

p.s. I haven’t forgotten about electrolysis. I am choosing, actively, not to write about it at the moment.