By day, I am an inside salesperson and most of the work I do is over the phone. I hate my female voice, so lately I've been trying to make it sound deeper, being careful not to sound too depressed. I don't have any idea if anyone even notices a difference, but I've also tried to change the inflection and tone, attempting to make it sound more ( Read more... )

When I look at pictures of myself from a couple of years ago, I'm just not seeing who I used to see. They are starting to look foreign to me, like I know it's me looking up from the paper, but I have to remind myself. I don't feel it, I have to think it. Totally weird ( Read more... )

"Are you trying to be a man or something ( Read more... )

I had therapy yesterday. I've been going for a while now, mostly for gender stuff, but we ended up figuring out a lot about the relationship between my ma and me. Last night though, was the first time I really filled that room up with words about being trans, thinking about being trans and what that would mean to me and to others and what would ( Read more... )

I had a good weekend. Michele gave me a haircut, I like having my mohawk nice and short, clean looking. We've been talking (I've been saying more) about what changes I would like to try. For instance, saving up some money for a binder and one of those pissing passing packers too. Michele said I could get those things this summer and maybe paint ( Read more... )

Forgive me if this journal entry lacks a certain readability; I'm updating on a slow and rainy day at work. I have dismantled my former journal and wish to use what remains as an introduction for what I want this to become. For years I've been thinking about this subject, but up until recent months, all the edges have been blurry, unfocused, ( Read more... )

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I can't get pregnant. Well, not without fertility drugs and alternative insemination, and what will probably turn out to be a litter of flipper babies. I have never felt completely connected to the things that happen in a girl's life to make her special and uniquely female. I haven't necessarily rejected the biological aspects as much as the ( Read more... )

My head sits on top of what sometimes seems to me to be a somewhat large body. But, I accept it because it's mine. A lot of the time I hear myself saying, if I was a boy...if I was a boy... But, I don't think I really need to be one. I don't feel like I have the wrong body. I just think that given the choice, I would've picked male. I know ( Read more... )