NERVOUS
OH SHIT. It's Trans Doctor Day. I am nervous. Nervous as hell. Nervous as shit. Nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Nervous as Norvus. Nervous as Nellie. Nervous as the offspring of Norvus and Nellie. Nervous like-a de vitch. Dig that nervous man. Too nervous to think of any more.
TOP PARANOIAS OF WHAT THE DOCTOR WILL SAY TO ME:
"You're so pretty just the way you are. Now go on home, little lady." (*pat pat*)
"You're on all these psychiatric drugs. I don't think you're stable enough to undertake this."
"You're too short to be a man."
"You're too old to transition."
"If you're married to a man, then why do you want to be a man?"
"I don't handle these problems and I don't know of anyone in New Orleans who does."
And if he says any of these things, I will probably rip his head off and hide it in his hazardous waste disposal bin, but they're sure to find it, and then I'll be in prison and won't get to go to Amsterdam. And it will all suck.
TOP PARANOIAS OF WHAT THE DOCTOR WILL SAY TO ME:
"You're so pretty just the way you are. Now go on home, little lady." (*pat pat*)
"You're on all these psychiatric drugs. I don't think you're stable enough to undertake this."
"You're too short to be a man."
"You're too old to transition."
"If you're married to a man, then why do you want to be a man?"
"I don't handle these problems and I don't know of anyone in New Orleans who does."
And if he says any of these things, I will probably rip his head off and hide it in his hazardous waste disposal bin, but they're sure to find it, and then I'll be in prison and won't get to go to Amsterdam. And it will all suck.