The Comments Section, Part 12 (Ruby and Sapphire)

I saw a post on Facebook that was titled, "10 Modern Kids Shows with Awesome Queer Characters." On the front was Ruby and Sapphire, from Steven Universe. I was curious about the comments, so I took a look, and I ended up typing a rather long response to one of them.

The comment:

Ruby and Sapphire weren't actually a good example.  The concept of their relationship (Garnet) was much more dimensional than their actual relationship.  Whenever they are apart, all they want is to be back together to the point that they can't function on their own.

The only thing that kept them apart of their own free will was essentially blind rage, but once they got shocked out of it immediately jumped back together.  Heck, even their first fusion was an accident but only stood together because they liked the way it felt, rather than out of any actual love.

Even if fusion is a metaphor for a relationship, each time it occurs its more akin to addiction.  Lapis is the only one who acknowledges how unhealthy it is having experienced it herself.

My reply:

Fusion is not a metaphor for relationships, it is a metaphor for sex. Combining the light projections of two gems together into one, literally being one with your partner. The closest we have, as humans, to that experience is during sexual intercourse. We literally say to our partners, "I want you inside me."

It's not necessary for one to feel love in order to have sex. Jasper forced fusion on other gems, effectively raping them. Pearl used Garnet for fusion because of the rush it gave her, thereby losing Garnet's trust, just as anyone who's been unknowingly used for sex would feel. But Ruby and Sapphire love each other so much that they have a stable and constant, harmonious fusion. Unlike Lapis and Jasper, which was basically hate sex. The only time Garnet breaks apart, without being poofed, is when they strongly disagree with each other, thereby causing discord in their harmony as one.

When Garnet was first (deliberately) formed, she was hued in the colors of the transgender flag. Rose told Garnet to never question why she felt being together in that way was so right, even when society viewed fusion of two different gems to be very wrong. She went on living her life in the form she knew she was supposed to be.

If a trans person ran out of hormone medication, the time in between getting their refill would probably feel similar to what Garnet feels when she's split up. Sure, you could call it a fear, but it's more than that. It's a deep sense that something is wrong, and that you're not who you should be.

Ruby and Sapphire are two halves of a whole, and it's blatantly demonstrated in the show (particularly during the baseball episode) that it's not fear of being apart that brings them together, it's the love they feel for each other. And it's that same love that caused them to fuse in the first place.

Ruby, Sapphire, and Garnet are a conversation about a sex positive relationship powered by love and communication. It is also about being yourself, regardless of outside opinions, just as most trans people have to face.

*Sexual Content* My Transition - Month 9

This is continuing off my introduction post. If you haven't read it yet, click here to view it.

Sexual Content Warning!

I talk about my sexual body parts and their functions in this post, and I make references to my sex life. If you don't want to hear about this stuff in detail, you best not read ahead.

Trigger warning for depression and dysmorphia!
There is mention of self harm in this post, and I was feeling particularly dysphoric this month.

Month 9 - December

Handshakes make me uncomfortable. More so now than before my transition. Do women do handshakes? Is it a regular thing for a parent to give a handshake to a female teacher? I have seen people offer handshakes to male teachers, but I don't recall if I've seen people do that to my female co-workers. 

If it is normal for women to receive handshakes in this way, what is the standard social expectation for women's handshakes? Are they supposed to be firm? Am I even supposed to shake in the same way? How does any of this work?

I don't know anything about this. But when people hold their hand out to shake my hand, it just... I'll shake their hand, but... I dunno, it just feels weird. I've never really liked hand shaking, and now I have no idea if I'm shaking people's hands like a "guy" and being clueless about it. I've been trained all my life to do various things like this in a certain way, and now I have no idea what I'm doing, and I have to make this stuff up as I go, hoping I don't look like an idiot.

But as I think about this, I recall many people telling me that I've done lots of things in a fairly feminine way before I even came out, so... I guess I have that going for me. I saw my dad during this month and spent some time with him, and he said at some point while we were talking that my coming out as trans made more sense the more he thought about it. There were so many things I did that didn't quite fit right, and in the context of my being a woman, it all fits together. The tea party picnics on the front lawn with my stuffed animals, various body movement habits, my pinkie sticks out when I hold drinks with my right hand, I have a kind of prancing bounce to the way I move, I didn't like going camping because there were no toilets... The list goes on. That was kind of cool to hear from him. Before leaving his house, I had a somewhat teary eyed moment of thanking him for his support. Even if he has no idea what he's doing, he's accepting me as I am, and that's more than a lot of trans girl's fathers do...

Being my ninth month into hormone therapy, I have been making pregnancy jokes, saying my transition has been long enough to have a baby. This is, of course, to cover up the pain regarding the fact I'm sterile and barren... If you've read my post, "The Other Life I Lived," you'll know the deeper meaning behind this pain. I don't want children at this point in my life, but I do wish I had the capability to bear them. This was the hardest part of the decision to start hormone therapy, and is probably the only thing I have that I could possibly call a regret. But if I had children the other way, by freezing my semen, it would still not be the same as bearing them myself. So calling this a regret is probably inaccurate. It's not that I would have wanted children... It's that I would like to be able to have them as a woman. Killing off my sperm through hormone therapy doesn't really change anything in that regard, I guess.

A trans friend of my boyfriend killed herself during this month. It was a harsh reminder of how lucky I am to have a supportive and loving community. So many trans people don't get to have what I have. So many trans people are kicked out of their homes, rejected and disowned by their families, fired from their jobs, not hired because of who they are, and/or otherwise turned into outcasts by the society that surrounds them. It's very easy to be depressed as a trans person. It's very easy to feel like the world is against you, even when you have a loving and supportive community. And it's very easy to lose your self worth from the lack of support and the overwhelming amount of hate that is directed at you.

But you know what? In the face of all that hatred that causes me so much self-loathing, I can't harm myself. I felt really depressed during my 8th month, and you know what stopped me from cutting my arm? The fact that my arms are freaking beautiful, and so goddamn soft. I don't want to leave a scar on these works of art! You know what I did right after that? I looked down at my chest. Yeah, I'm rockin' with these arms, these legs, these boobs, 'dis booty, and I've got friggin' hips, girl!

My transition isn't even a full year in, and I look at my body and love it, so much. It's me. This is what I've wanted, and I'm not even done. I'll likely never be completely done, but I'm still physically developing. I'd say my body is around girl-puberty age 16 at this point, and damn I love it.

I've been working hard on my voice. I haven't mentioned my voice at all during any of the previous months because it hasn't really changed much from the hormones, if at all, from what I can tell. 

That's right, estrogen hormone therapy does not change your voice. Testosterone changes your voice, but once changed, estrogen cannot change it back. Only vocal training from a voice pathologist can do that, or an extremely risky vocal surgery.

That being said, my voice has changed a bit, but only because I've been attempting to train it myself. I looked into voice pathology to get a trainer, but I can't find anyone who's covered by my insurance, so I did a bunch of research online and consulted an LGBTQ support group. In an effort to train my voice to sound more feminine, I'm analyzing Bubblegum Eurodance music as I drive to work. Not only do I get to rock out like a teenage girl while I drive, but I get to sing along in an attempt to prepare my voice to speak in a higher register when I get to my classroom. I mix up the music sometimes, but the main point is that the music needs to push my upper octave range a little each time.

One of the trans support groups I'm in on Facebook introduced me to an app called Voice Pitch Analyzer. You speak into it by reading what it shows you on the screen, and it shows you where it falls on the frequency range, with a gauge that shows typical male and female ranges. When I first spoke into this app, I fell so low in the male range that I cried, and later that night had a panic attack. It felt like all my hard work all this time was for nothing, and that my voice training was a lost cause... It still feels like that sometimes, honestly... It's a very sensitive topic, and a talking point during therapy.

But there's more to this than just pitch, it's also how you use your voice. Men have a tendency to raise their voices to be louder when they're not being heard, and women have a tendency to raise their pitch more than their volume in the same circumstances. Men tend to sound more mono-toned on average when they talk, and women tend to sound somewhat more melodic, with varying pitches and notes. I'm trying to find my musical style, in a way, with my voice. I've also noticed that I require more oxygen to speak when I'm controlling my voice to sound more feminine.

So I'm analyzing music that has tones and musical patterns that I like, and within the mentality of the sounds of those songs that I sing along with, I try to replicate it when I talk. I think, after a few months now, it has been slowly making a difference.

I recorded a video of myself telling a story last month, and when I watched the video back, I looked at my body language and my voice patterns. I actually sounded a lot more feminine than I thought I would, and the way I moved my head and arms and neck wasn't masculine at all! If I didn't know I was trans, and I was watching this video from a completely neutral perspective, I think I'd just assume that the person in the video was a woman.

That made me so happy, I had to rewatch the video again. And again... I probably watched it about 6 times...

Despite all of the progress I'm trying to make with my voice though, I can't help but wish, in the back of my mind, that my voice was never changed by testosterone. I had a very feminine voice as a child, before my first puberty. I was "mistaken" for a girl many times back then because of my long hair and feminine voice. If I could've kept that voice, I would be able to sing perfectly in the same octaves as these Bubblegum Eurodance singers...

But that's all in the past, and the past can't be changed. I have to work with what I have where I am right now, in the present. And gender aside, I have a talented and capable voice, and a good ear for music. I am blessed to have musical talent enough to teach myself these vocal exercises, and I should be appreciating that, not living in memories of things I don't have. Making wishes does nothing, but this... This will make some progress happen.

I wish I could live by the last paragraph, but really, I get depressed rather often about my voice. I just do the training by singing with the music and counting to ten multiple times, and then I just... Try not to think about it as best I can from then on, while I continue to try and speak in a more feminine tone...

Here's something I wish I had thought of ages ago: using a heating pad to relieve breast pain during my cycles. Seriously, it works so well, I don't understand why I never thought of it. My sister-in-law told me about it. 

During our holiday dinner, I had my first experience having my thighs stick to a chair while wearing a skirt with no leggings. I dunno, I just felt like that was worth mentioning for some reason.

Shortly after that, I realized that because of the fat redistribution in my body, different parts of my body get cold faster. My thighs are usually just fine, but with the loss of muscle mass in my upper body, it feels like I get cold faster. And here I expected my boobs to help keep me warmer than this. They're just sacks of sweaty fat in the summer and lumps of cold in the winter. I see how it is.

...I'm sorry, boobies. I didn't mean it. You know Josie loves you <3

Somehow my estradiol prescription got cancelled on me during this month. Luckily I managed to catch it beforehand I ran out of patches, but I was down to 2 left in my box... That was kind of close. I don't know how that happened, because I'm supposed to be on these for the rest of my life. Nothing should have cancelled these. It's important to keep on top of this stuff! I was afraid my insurance wasn't going to cover it anymore or something. But everything's fine now! My doctor straightened it out, whatever it was...

In an online trans community, I heard about some kind of toxicity involved in taking spironolactone, and some supposed controversy in the trans community about using it? I'm very confused. All the significant info I could find after doing research and consulting my doctor was that spiro has a risk of high potassium toxicity, and my doctors have been monitoring my blood to test for that. My blood tests show my potassium is within normal ranges, and unless other people's blood tests are showing issues, I don't see the problem... Obviously there's a list of less common side effects, but those are not only rare, they apply to people with other medical conditions that I display no signs of. Let people take the meds that work for them, rather than dictate what they should and should not do... Not everyone's body works like yours. We have enough stigma in this society as it is without creating or own to divide ourselves...

Anyway, let's talk about my sex life! I apparently taste slightly sweet now, with a hint of bitter, similar to grapefruit. So that's a thing. Probably has to do with all the grapefruit and citrus I'm eating. But seeing as my ejaculate is completely clear now with no hint of white, I imagine the lack of sperm probably also has something to do with that as well.

I'm continuing to contemplate surgery... I did some more research on orchiectomy procedures. I hear that some surgeons refuse reassignment surgery if you've had an orchi, because of the reduction in tissue they have to work with, so that makes me nervous. I'm so sick of having testicles, and reassignment surgery just seems so far away, and it's so expensive, and... I wish I had some help with this from someone who knows what they're doing...

Honestly though, it's not just the testicles. As long as I'm going in to get an orchiectomy, I might as well just get a vaginoplasty instead. I know I want one, so why go through two surgeries when I could just get it all done with one? My "downstairs region" is giving me a great deal of dysmorphia again, and it jumpstarted my depression. My anxiety has been awful in the latter half of this month due to various personal life stuff, but having this on top of that certainly doesn't help.

I did some more research into a new vaginoplasty operation where they use tissue from the peritoneum to line the vaginal wall, instead of scrotal tissue. This is a great way for people who have had orchiectomies to get a successful vaginoplasty, but also it means a potentially more realistic vagina. The lining would be naturally hairless, smoother, moist, pink, and it wouldn't develop an armpit smell, because it's using skin that's already naturally meant to be inside your body. It's only been performed 30+ times, but I'm honestly really tempted, and after doing a bunch of research on this doctor, I think he's brilliant and talented... I sent him an email to inquire about this. According to Washington State law, I'm not supposed to be able to get a vaginoplasty until I've been on hormone therapy for at least a year, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't start planning it.

I know I said a couple months ago that I was going to wait, but... This procedure sound good, and... Having a penis is really bothering me. Seriously. And the erection pain issues just remind me that I hate having erections. Every time I cross my legs, I'm reminded that I have something between them. Every time I use the bathroom I feel self conscious about the sound it makes. Every time I masturbate I wish I didn't have to hold it still for the vibrator to stay on the right spot... I don't want it anymore. I want this thing gone. I want a vagina. 

Quotes from Facebook, posted during this month:

• ... [My boyfriend] got me fancy new boots after going shoe shopping, and I'm considering this a kind of milestone.
• I have awkward moments now where I catch someone staring at me, but I'm not sure if they're staring because they noticed I'm trans, or if they're checking me out.
• Seriously, just because you haven't personally been exposed to openly transgender people doesn't mean they hadn't existed before. The internet is just making it harder to ignore them.
• If any of you are interested in how my experience starting hormone therapy went, and you're not super weirded out by reading about body changes, I have finished the introduction blog post that tells the story of starting my transition. [Pro tip: the site looks far better on a desktop rather than a phone or tablet]
  
  I'm writing this blog series mostly so I can share it with the trans communities on various websites, because there is so little accurate detailed information out there. I tried to find information before I started my transition, but there was so little, and people tend to not like talking about it. Especially not in detail. I didn't know the true scale of what I was getting into, and nobody seemed able to lay it out for me. Maybe this will help someone else out there who's in a similar situation!
  
  I'd have liked to know the true scope of everything first, but I have zero regrets, and I'm loving the journey. I'm at my 9th month now, and I still get giddy when I see myself in a mirror sometimes.
• If you ask if I'm okay, and I say I'm feeling down, and you press further and ask why, and I say my voice is bothering me... Please stop saying my voice sounds fine, or that there are other women out there with voices like mine.
  
  I hear my voice broadcasted through speakers every day at work; I know what it sounds like. The sound of my voice is wrong. It is not what it should be. Telling me that I am incorrect about that doesn't help.
  
  It's bad enough when a student tells me I sound like a boy... I know I do, kid. And you sound like a girl. Wanna trade?
  
  So yeah, please stop saying my voice sounds fine, and please stop saying that plenty of other women have my vocal range. Just say "I'm sorry you're having a rough day," and move onto another topic that requires me to talk less. Contradicting me just makes me feel worse.
  
  In case you haven't noticed, my voice is a sensitive topic for me... All that being said, randomly complimenting my singing is welcome! Compliments are great, as long as they're genuine.
• I've officially sent my first email to a reconstructive surgeon inquiring about the use of peritoneum tissue in affirmation surgery.

Left side without makeup and no bra. Right side with makeup... Also with no bra. Just an A cup, but lovin' the natural boobage ^_^

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*Biological Content* My Transition - Month 8

This is continuing off my introduction post. If you haven't read it yet, click here to view it.

Biological Content Material!

Pretty much the whole first half of this post talks about my genitals. If you don't want to learn detailed information about the happenings of my lower loins, you best not read ahead.

Trigger warning for dysphoria: this post has some sensitive details that could be uncomfortable, and it mentions surgery.

Month 8 - November

I spent so long trying not to look at my genitals that it became fairly second nature to live in denial about their appearance. But at the beginning of this month, while trying to give myself a full erection to stretch out the area again (it's still painful), I looked. And I got caught off guard, because something was definitely different.

It's somehow bent in a subtle ~ shaped wave, aimed to the left in a way it definitely wasn't before. And during those "blood pump" moments, when it gets harder and pops up for a moment, it moves differently. It used to curve up, like a banana. Now it aims up, but at an upward diagonal angle, curving downward at the tip. It's like it contorts in a weird way due to being too small to hold the erection blood. I didn't think it shrunk THAT much, but I guess a small change can make a big difference.

This is such a pain in the butt. I hate erections. This whole experience just makes it more complicated to have sex. It's bad enough that the mood gets killed sometimes just from my desire to have a vagina, now I have to be reminded of what I have "downstairs" every time, because it hurts when I get turned on.

This whole thing just reinforces my desire to not have one of these anymore. But unfortunately, after doing more research into surgery, I realize I should wait until more methods are developed and perfected. I want my future vagina to have all the bells and whistles, as close to a natural one as possible. It will probably be stupidly expensive, but I will settle for no less, considering it will affect the rest of my life...

Luckily, after some practice over the course of this month and some more frequent "stretching" of the area from giving myself periodic erections, sex has become less painful. Looks like those random erections guys get are for a reason. This condition I have, from what I understand, is called penis atrophy, where the whole thing, inside and out, shrinks from lack of use. I am certainly not a doctor, so I can't really go into any more detail than that, but this gives me a label for it. And you know how we humans love to label things.

My facial hair seems to be continuing to thin out, but at the same painfully slow pace as ever... My emotions are all over the place once a month, but I think I'm getting the hang of it a bit more. Under stressful situations I'm learning to speak in more calm a voice, and when I'm feeling depressed I am able to let myself cry, within reason. It helps a lot.

My food cravings continue to surprise me, and feel more linked to emotional satisfaction, particularly while in a bad mood. I have a need to keep Nalley Garlic Dill Pickes in the fridge at all times, because you don't want to get in the way of me and my pickles when I'm having a craving. I've been craving a lot of salty foods. One of the weirdest combinations of foods I've eaten lately was chicken sausage gumbo with sherry vinegar and salt, with a side of chips and salsa, and a bowl of pickles doused in grapefruit juice.

Grapefruit juice is almost like the new lemons for me. It's so freaking good, omg... I've invented a new drink that I call the Josie Sunset. It's sparkling lemon/lime water with added fresh lemon and lime juice, grapefruit juice, and a tiny amount of raspberry syrup. It's looks like a pretty sunset until you stir it. My mom tried a sip of it today and made a skrunched up sour face, saying, "Dear god, that's too sour!" I took my drink back and took another sip. I have no idea what she's talking about, it actually tasted like it needed more lemon to me.

Clearly my body is desperately craving Vitamin C and salt for some reason. I'm just rolling with it. So much citrus...

By the end of this month, my boyfriend said after nearly two weeks of not seeing me, my areolas looked larger than before. Most of the time my left boob is larger than my right, by a large enough amount for me to notice, but I'm not sure other people would see a difference without being told to look for it. But my nipples growing with a large enough difference to notice within only two weeks is pretty interesting to hear about.

Upon closer inspection at my chest one day after a shower, I began to notice veins that I'm pretty sure weren't there before, or at least weren't visible. They ran across my chest, gathering at my nipples. What a weird thing to suddenly notice. I don't know if this is only being noticed now because my transition changes are making it easier to spot, or if these veins are actually new. If they're new, that would certainly explain the constant amount of pain I felt during my first few months. At this point the pain is periodic, rather than constant.

Now this is going to sound really weird, but I've started noticing more often a smell of vagina when I don't shower. Honestly, I was going to bed one night and caught a whiff of it. I thought it was a smell that had to have been from someone else's clothes in the room, but no, it was coming from my panties. The body odor that comes from "downstairs" smells female. Also, my pee sometimes even smells like vagina pee somehow. My armpits, however, when I don't have a shower for too long, smell like curry. Depending on how much I sweat, curry that's gone off a little, but always curry. This is a detail that no doctor has ever prepared me for, or suggested in any way was possible. The curry smell may be largely related to my diet, but the vagina smell? I don't think so... Is that even normal? 

My face has begun to look feminine enough to where, without makeup, I can look at myself in a mirror and see a female. Kind of. The subtle facial hair shadow still really bothers me, and I swear, that cannot go away fast enough... But it is going away. 

At this point I believe I had decided not to do face feminization surgery, having seen that my face is developing well without it. I honestly didn't think the hormones would have as much impact as they have. But I think the most important thing about this is to make sure I recognize that the changes are there. When you've spent so long looking masculine and are desperately trying to change that, it's so easy to get stuck in the belief that your face looks masculine no matter what you do. Make absolutely sure you're being objective, and recognizing the changes. Look past what your brain is trying to see, and just look at yourself as though you're a random person on the street. What do you see?

It helps a lot to see yourself in a video that somebody else records, because that way you can see the whole package, including body language movements.

Quotes from Facebook, posted during this month:

• Awkward accidental reference to my body during class today. A student was playing with a small toy, and long story short, it accidentally got flung halfway across the room and hit me directly in the crotch while I was standing up. What are the freaking odds of that, am I right?!
  
  I did not react at all. No leaning forward, no change in expression, because it legitimately didn't hurt. I just slowly and casually turned to look at the student and said: "Pick that up and put it away."
  
  The student, having seen everything, looked at me with great surprise/confusion on his face, and while putting it away said, "Sorry, my bad. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
  
  I said "Nah, that didn't hurt, you're good. Just stop playing with that during class." This seemed to increase the confusion on the kid's face.
  
  I was laughing so hard in my head, but only cracked a small smile. I so badly wanted to say "Dude, I'm a woman. There's nothing there to hurt."

I started to get my look down, and I learned how to smile. Left side without makeup, right side with. I love all the pictures I took from this month, they're so great!

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*Biological Content* My Transition - Month 7

This is continuing off my introduction post. If you haven't read it yet, click here to view it.

Biological Content Material!

There are a few references to my sexual body parts in this post. If you don't want to learn some detailed information about my body, you best not read ahead.

Month 7 - October

I started to notice hairs around my nipples were much more thin and soft. They might be practically gone from casual sight within the next few months! I know cis women have hairs in that area, but it's not about that fact that the hairs are there so much as how thick and dark they are. And mine are losing their pigment and getting thinner!

My pickle cravings turned into a nighttime ritual. I craved them so often that they turned into a typical nighttime snack, and I'd eat two or three while watching TV before bed. My obsession with lemons lowered a bit, in favor of grapefruits. I freaking love grapefruit. So now I'm mixing lemon juice and grapefruit together with sparkling water as a typical drink. But the weirdest and most PMS craving I may have had yet was when I poured grapefruit juice into a bowl of pickles, combining it with pickle juice. I ate that with a chicken sausage gumbo in which I poured an excessive amount of sherry vinegar. My body must be craving this stuff for a reason... Right? =/

I requested the results from my very first blood test, from before I started on hormones, since I never actually got to see them before. My testosterone was 550 ng/dL and my estrogen was 24.3 pg/mL. The average testosterone for males of my height and weight is around 772 ng/dL. So I was lower than average, but still within normal range, and not considered a significant imbalance. The average estrogen for males of my height and build is about 25 pg/mL. So I was just shy of the average on that. 

I guess I was pretty darn ordinary. But then I started hormone treatment and within 2 months my estrogen went from 24 to 144, and my testosterone went from 550 to 13. And now, my most recent blood test showed my levels at 448 estrogen and 24 testosterone. It's like they swapped places!

My breasts continue to shape up and develop, with increased jiggle as I go up and down the stairs. It no longer hurts to go braless, so I've been taking off my bra when I get home every day. Sometimes when they're feeling particularly sore, I have had to hold them in place so they don't bounce painfully when I'm going up and down stairs. I'm still filling out an A cup, so they're not really very big, but the bouncing can still be painful on a bad day.

I'm starting to notice my facial hair becoming softer and lighter than before. It's still all I can see when I look at my face in a mirror, but I can tell that progress is being made. My face is certainly more feminine, but I am still pretty self conscious of it when I'm not in makeup.

Despite everything, I decided against face feminization surgery. At the very least, I decided I needed to wait out the whole hormone process for at a year before making up my mind about that. Clearly my face was changing, and I might not even see myself the same way by the time I've gotten to the one year mark.

The mere fact I had doubts about it meant I had to reset my "counter." Because in order for me to make a decision of that magnitude, I need to consistently have the resolve to answer yes to wanting it for 6 months straight. I need to not have doubts about it, because there's no turning back.

Remember back in Month 1 when I said my depression had disappeared? Well, unfortunately, I declare that my depression has officially returned. The euphoria of having started my transition has faded, and things have settled down. I've started acting a little more "normal" and stopped obsessing about my boobs to my friends so much. 

My depression returned, but the feeling of loving myself still lingers. Despite my depression, I don't yell at myself, and I don't put myself down so much. Instead, I tell myself to take care of myself, I ask myself what's wrong and what I could do to help, and I just let myself cry when I need to. The depression tends to get worse during my cycle, of course, but it's hard to tell when my cycle truly begins and ends, since I don't bleed. So I'm going off of all the other signs, which are harder to reliably identify.

My underlying anxiety disorder never really changed throughout my transition, but I did develop more skills to fight it off. My depression returned at this point, but again, since I learned to love myself more, I'd developed more skills to work with myself through my issues.

It occurred to me that I used to, before my transition, constantly have trouble identifying what emotion I was feeling when I was upset. But now, at this point in my transition, I don't have that problem. I can name my emotions and identify them with more ease now. I cannot necessarily tell you why I'm feeling them, but I can tell you what it is I'm feeling, in what combination. I think people who don't have issues identifying the difference between fear, sadness, and anger don't understand how good they have it. Don't ever take that ability for granted. You may be sad, but at least you know that sadness is what you're feeling. It's so frustrating when you feel some crappy emotion that has you down, but can't identify what it is.

I don't entirely know if this is related to my transition, but I also started to notice that my fingernails were thinner and sharper than they used to be. I had been scratching myself with them on accident while itching my face, without realizing it, and they break more easily than before. I have what looks like a cat scratch on my thigh - three thin claw-like marks. It was from itching my thigh after shaving! It left a small scar! What's up with that?!

Quotes from Facebook, posted during this month:

• So you know that thing where you put your heels and back up against a wall and lean forward? Supposedly, men can't do it without falling over, but women can. I used to fall forward. Now I don't. I can bend to a 90 degree angle from the wall ;D
• Oh, yesterday was national coming out day, or something. Pretty sure you all know I'm trans by now. I'm also pansexual. If you don't know what that is, basically it means I'll sleep with whomever I'm attracted to, regardless of binary or non-binary gender. So... Yeah.
• [At a friend's] party tonight I wasn't misgendered once, and there were hugs, and good conversation, and everyone just got messed up and had lots of fun together... I love how comfortable I feel around my friends! And I love that I feel just as comfortable around their friends too. Thank you everybody! I needed that ^_^
• Waiting for Lake Washington Institute of Technology to send me a new diploma with my changed name. But I can officially hang my college accolades up by my bed again! Got my name changed on the honor society certificate, and I Photoshopped the president's list letter I got in 2010 :P

This is when I really started seeing my natural face appear more feminine. Left side without makeup, right side with. I look feminine in both! And my freckles became more pronounced :)

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