A lot has happened since my last post. I have come out to at least a dozen people. I have been in therapy for three months. I have been officially, clinically diagnosed with gender dysphoria. I am going in for my first consultation for hormone replacement therapy in two weeks. I go out with painted nails (that I painted myself) just about every day of the week, and in full makeup at least half of those days. I’ve been “ladies’d” at Chuy’s, I’ve gone skirt shopping, I spend an inordinate amount of time shaving my arms and legs and pits. And hands. And feet. And belly.
Anyway, I don’t really have a point that I’m trying to make with this post, except that I am going to start writing again while I am between semesters. Maybe I’ll write more about the present than I have been, because transition is a crazy experience and I feel like I need to document it somewhere. Maybe I’ll stick with drumming up repressed memories from childhood. At least I have a small audience now.
