I find there is less and less to write about in my journal. I certainly
feel I still have lots of unfinished 'projects' in my transition, but
most of the uncertainty I felt when I began this journal is gone. I don't
think about my transition as much as I did just three months ago.
Socially, my transition is practically completed. I live my life
as I always dreamt I could. About the only good thing I can say about
my current job is that it's giving me the opportunity to adjust. I don't
have to convince anyone that my male self is the me - the true me. I realize
this is only the case because they have nothing in the past to compare
me to, but it's given me time to find a new balance. I believe I deserve
that chance.
Surgically, my transition will be nearly complete in a little
over a month. I say that because top surgery seems to be so much more
of the transition than the 'getting a dick' part. I don't believe lower
surgery will complete my transition - though it might enhance my state
of mind.
I find that I think of transition very little these days. In
fact, I only sit down to contemplate it when I feel I should update
my journal. During my day to day activities I give very little thought
to it. I have a moment in the morning when I place my prosthetic in
my briefs, and when I bind my chest. Sometimes I have a moment when someone
refers to me as sir - or he - or him. Every now and then I haave a momeent
when I wonder what my co-workers would think if I told them about myself.
But in all other parts of my life it rarely comes up. I feel fluid, strong,
sure, and complete for the first time in my life.
Now all this talk of being at a more completed state in my transition
doesn't mean there aren't unfinished 'projects' that don't need attending
to. These 'projects' nag me like a to-do list attached to the fridge
door by a magnet.
I still have a lot to work to do on family relationships. I feel
like I've done quite a bit - maybe even more than my fair share, but
there is more to be done. I still hope for the day that I can be as much
a part of my family as I was before my transition.
I also have to figure out what to do about romantic relationships.
I think I might want one soon, but I'm not sure of how much of one.
I think it would be great to find a girl I could go out with and spend
time with, but I don't think I ready for a heavily committed relationship.
There are a couple of reasons for this. First of all, I feel like I'm
still in a very selfish time in my life. I don't think I can hold up my
end of a relationship when I enjoy being so self-indulgent. Second, it
opens up many areas I'm not ready to pry into yet. I can't date anyone without
telling them my status, and right now I like being thought of unconditionally
as male. This bothers me a great deal. I feel great pride in the choice
I've made, but I find myself for many reasons not wanting to disclose my
status. I'm no fool. I know there are people out there who will never see
me as a man. While I believe women are more understanding of such things,
I don't really think any straight or queer woman will accept me unconditionally
as a man. I don't have any experiences with straight women, but I think the
fact I don't have certain factory equipment will always set me aside in a
different category in their minds. And I think queer women also have ways
of setting transguys apart from men. When I broke up with my last girlfriend
(one who seemed to be so accepting of me being a man) she called me by my
female name before she hung up the phone. I didn't expect her to be nice
to me after I broke up with her, but her comment made me realize I'll never
be separated from the fact I transitioned in the minds of others. I'll never
totally be seen for who I was born as on the inside. For this reason, I'm
awfully unsure of romantic relationships right now.
All this brings me to the next unfinished 'project' in my life.
I some way I need to reconcile the fact that I will never be seen by
the world as the person I was born as on the inside. I will always be someone
who externally changed from one form to another. For those who know my
life story, the word 'transsexual' will always be connected to me. What
I have to work on is whether or not I think that is a bad thing. I'm proud
that I made the choice to change what I felt didn't fit with my true inner
self, so in that sense I'm accepting of the word 'transsexual'. However,
I will never think that word defines me as a person. How do I accept people
defining me by that word? I will have to find some way to accept others
definition of me if I am to be out in anyway.
Being out was important to me at one time for many reasons. To
be out removes any doubt there was shame on my part during this process.
To be out gives people the opportunity to know the true me. To be out allows
others to feel safe about doing the same.
The more I feel my transition is complete - the more I hear the
nagging from my unfinished projects list. I think I'm going to have to
put on the overalls and the tool belt very soon.
Since being on testosterone, I feel like I can get a better idea
what my genetic code is. I've been curious of this because there is some
heart disease and male pattern baldness in my bloodline.
My maternal grandfather died of congestive heart failure and was
bald.
My maternal grandmother is alive, but has Alzheimer's.
My paternal grandfather died of a heart disease which is supposedly
passed on genetically.
My paternal grandmother died very young for unknown reasons, but
I doubt this was uncommon for the poor in the early 1940's.
So what do I have to work with here? My make up is X X. I got
an X chromosome from each parent. My father (being X Y) could only pass
on the X chromosome he received from his mother. So I did not receive the
gene that killed my grandfather with that heart disease.
But which X chromosome did I receive from my mother? Did I get
the one from her father that was bald and had heart disease? Or did I
get the one from her mother, that is living a long life but has Alzheimer's?
Prior to transitioning I would have said the former, but now, after observing
my hair growth, I'm going to put my money of my maternal grandmother's X
chromosome.
Though my grandmother is very European looking, she is either
one quarter or one half Native American (not much is known about the
flight-by-night marriage my mom's maternal grandfather and grandmother
had). I think the pattern of my facial hair growth indicates that maybe
some Native American blood is working it's magic. If I could grow a side
burn, and was losing hair on my head, I might pick the X chromosome from
my maternal grandfather.
Of course this is all speculative. This certainly isn't a sure
fired way to determine if I'm at risk for Alzheimer's, but I reckon I'll
be making a donation to Alzheimer's research just in case.
I've been needing some
social interaction, so I've been going to clubs on the weekends. I've
found that drunk Yankees are only as social as Southerners on an early
Monday morning, but I'll take what I can get.
The clubs I go to are near Campustown, so they people there are
way too young, but I finally decided that it didn't matter what age
group it was. I'm not looking to find my next girl friend, so it doesn't
matter if I talk or dance to a girl too young for me. At this point,
I just need to work on my social skills. I really don't know how to walk
up to women and just start talking to them. Here, at least, there are
no consequences if things don't work out.
2002-03-14; Goodbye Bruce Banner. Hello big green fella...
I've always had this thing
about my personal space, but now as a man I find the boundaries have moved
in a bit. I also feel that the boundary for this personal space is different
depending on the gender of the person invading my space. Hmmm, perhaps it's
some deep homophobic response - I don't know - I just find I'm far more pissed
off when a guy encroaches than when it's a girl.
I find most of my problems happen on the bus or while waiting
for the bus. Here are a few of my recent experiences:
2002-03-20; Today's math problem.....
If your past is traveling north from point A at 320 miles an hour and your present is traveling south from point B at 110 miles an hour. Where will they collide?2002-03-23; A Trannyboy's wild Friday night.....
I skipped out of work
an hour early just so I could get an early start on my Friday night.
I jumped in the car and hit the nearby XXX video store. I got a
video which I thought was one of a series that I have. However, when
I finally got to watch it, I found it was just a bunch of clips from
pornos in the eighties. Man, has porno changed in the last 15 - 20 years.
I loved it though. Lots of Miami Vice music, pushed up sleeves on men's
suits, and girls with huge earrings.
After the video store, I hit K-mart. I had to get my weekend supplies
of cleaning stuff. Soap, shampoo, starch, dish washing liquid, oh and
diet coke (I don't use that as a cleaning supply, but I like to drink
it while I'm cleaning).
Once I returned home, I threw in a few loads of laundry, popped
in the video, and started cleaning my house.
By time I finish the video, I had a clean house, drawers full of
folded laundry, a rack of starched shirts and pants, and I even managed
to jerk off a couple of times. While I'm impressed with how much I can get
done in four hours, I felt it was an extremely pathetic way to spend a Friday
night.
***** Side note*****
I'm scheduled for top surgery in exactly one month
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2002-03-30; Last year was the first year.....
While it’s often hard for me to believe how fast this first year on testosterone has been, in many ways it all began a lifetime ago. Last March, I struggled with those around me to acknowledge me as a man, and today those who know me, have no clue that I was anything but a man. Insecurities and impatience possessed nearly every one of my thoughts a year ago. Today, very little time is given to my transition. I feel nearly completed. Sure, I still look at myself and hope to see more physical changes, but I’m not a slave to those thoughts any more. I’m happy in my life as a man - A man that I waited 34 years to be born.Click here for APRIL 2002 ENTRIES
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