Could I belong here?
Hey, I discovered this group a week or so ago and now feel like the most naïve/ignorant moron in the world. The extent of my knowledge of transgenderism was a particularly cringeworthy story-arc on Hollyoaks (English teen-based soap).
Having perused the tags I felt were relevant to me I have found myself a label! (I love labels, it’s such a relief to realise I’m not the only person in the world feeling this way, and yes, I’ve already mentioned that I’m an idiot for not being aware of the trans-spectrum) Although I don’t like the word (raised hearing ‘queer’ as a rather spiteful insult), I consider myself genderqueer. Not a butch woman, but more an effeminate man, with hateful, gross girl-parts. I’m attracted to men, but can’t deal with sex because I can’t stand aforementioned girl-parts being acknowledged.
I was binding and packing years ago, long before I knew there was an industry providing materials for the purpose, and have gone by three different male names, but I’m pretty sure my ‘friends’ just thought it was a phase or perversion. I don’t think I even own any girl-clothes anymore.
I’ve been reading A LOT about T here, but I don’t think it sounds like it would do anything I need (I don’t want hair or muscle, and voice is already deeper than most cis-men I know). …Although I would love to dispense with the boobs and downstairs area. Hell, I’d be happy if it could just be sealed up and left in a eunuch state.
I would love to hear from others in similar situations, or better yet, anyone who was at this stage a few years ago and can give me the cheat-sheet (I’m pathologically lazy, too). I don’t have anyone to discuss this kind of thing with, I’m not close to my family and I suck at making friends (I lack empathy and social etiquette - on that note, if anything I’ve said here is offensive or just plain dumb, I’m sorry, I don’t mean it to be), and my work colleagues are… well, let’s not go there.
Currently going by ‘Milo’ (been through Derek, Jake and Jerome), although I don’t know yet if it’s right.
Thank you for reading, and I’m sorry if this isn’t appropriate, I’m just desperate to communicate with someone who understands, sometimes it feels like I’m living in a bubble.
Having perused the tags I felt were relevant to me I have found myself a label! (I love labels, it’s such a relief to realise I’m not the only person in the world feeling this way, and yes, I’ve already mentioned that I’m an idiot for not being aware of the trans-spectrum) Although I don’t like the word (raised hearing ‘queer’ as a rather spiteful insult), I consider myself genderqueer. Not a butch woman, but more an effeminate man, with hateful, gross girl-parts. I’m attracted to men, but can’t deal with sex because I can’t stand aforementioned girl-parts being acknowledged.
I was binding and packing years ago, long before I knew there was an industry providing materials for the purpose, and have gone by three different male names, but I’m pretty sure my ‘friends’ just thought it was a phase or perversion. I don’t think I even own any girl-clothes anymore.
I’ve been reading A LOT about T here, but I don’t think it sounds like it would do anything I need (I don’t want hair or muscle, and voice is already deeper than most cis-men I know). …Although I would love to dispense with the boobs and downstairs area. Hell, I’d be happy if it could just be sealed up and left in a eunuch state.
I would love to hear from others in similar situations, or better yet, anyone who was at this stage a few years ago and can give me the cheat-sheet (I’m pathologically lazy, too). I don’t have anyone to discuss this kind of thing with, I’m not close to my family and I suck at making friends (I lack empathy and social etiquette - on that note, if anything I’ve said here is offensive or just plain dumb, I’m sorry, I don’t mean it to be), and my work colleagues are… well, let’s not go there.
Currently going by ‘Milo’ (been through Derek, Jake and Jerome), although I don’t know yet if it’s right.
Thank you for reading, and I’m sorry if this isn’t appropriate, I’m just desperate to communicate with someone who understands, sometimes it feels like I’m living in a bubble.