Don't dream it... be it
Life’s good. The hormones and anti-hormones are working wonderfully, I’m presenting en femme more often than not, and I bloody love, love, love my new job! Time for an update!
Just a short post. I am literally sobbing my heart out over a Mars rover I didn’t even know existed until a few hours ago.
It has long been said that I don’t do things by halves. So now, as well as buying a new car, I’ve got a new job – and I’ll be en femme eeeeeeevery day!
Things just got real. Until now, I’d been wondering if Puberty 2.0 would ever actually kick in. I mean, I’ve been on estrogen for eight months and the affects have been minimal. Until now.
Most TERFs claim to be left-wing – but scratch the surface of their “reasonable and legitimate gender-critical concerns” and you’ll find that some of their beliefs more closely align with the far right.
I don’t wanna tempt fate or anything, but everything’s really darned rosy in transition land. Hardly a week goes by without me clearing another hurdle. My baby steps are rapidly becoming giant strides.
Sometimes, I need to tell myself this. Because I’m forever thinking about how far I’ve got to go, it’s so easy to lose sight of how far I’ve come.
It’s gone 2am and I can’t sleep. So I thought I’d post something about Christmas – because this one is going to be my first Christmas as female me, and I’m rather looking forward to it.
Just a short post today – but I thought I’d better put something on here as my estrogen levels are now right where they should be. Hurrah!
So, a day after writing my last piece about being on estrogen for six months, I have finally started testosterone blockers. And about time, too.