Ok. I've got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first? Everybody in the movies always says bad first, so I guess I'll honor that tradition.
Bad News:
Dysphria - A deep mofo. It means I'm hyper-sensitive to the fact that my brain and my body don't match. Happens pretty much constantly when I'm around my mom or when I'm out which is why I'm such a recluse. I want people to meet/see Zay, not Ayanna. But when I get my monthly bill (Ladiez Dayz, Red Monster, The Curse), it gets so much worse. First, I am disappointed, then I get depressed. I start regretting my existence or convincing myself that I wasn't meant to be happy. I stay pissed off at Pinocchio. Why? Because he got to say "I'm a real boy!" and I know I will never get that chance.
The extra estrogen makes me act uncharacteristically femenine (at least to me). I feel like crying for no reason, I get offended and defensive, and in situations where I have the options of "fight or flight" I choose flight. I'm definitely a lover instead of a fighter and so normally I choose flight unless I'm at my wit's end or something has happened to a loved one. But when I choose flight, it's to keep the peace. During "hell week", I choose flight because I lack the assuredness to say anything.
I start feeling like I should give up transition goals and continue living my life as a girl to make other people happy. For about 4 days, I engrain that into my brain with a hammer. The last few days, I start coming back to myself but the thoughts don't leave immediately. They drift very slowly with alot of self-reflection. Today is my last day so I'm back to your regular grade dysphoria, hoping for, wishing for, praying about, planning out, and counting down my transition and being disgusted with my body. Yay!
Frustration/Confusion - DISCLAIMER: IF YOU READ THIS, YOU MAY GET TO KNOW ME IN A WAY YOU MAY NEVER HAVE WANTED TO. AKA ADULT CONVERSATION.
I've been really struggling with my sexuality lately. If you've read some of my other posts, you know I have a boyfriend and I love him. That's not even a factor in the situation. Here's the thing: Sexually, I know I could never be with a woman. As far as being a husband, I can't see myself with a wife, only a husband. But, when I picture myself at college, I can't imagine myself being a "gay boy". Not that I have to be a part of that scene or play into the stereotypes. Even as I type this now, I'm conflicted. I know I should only be trying to look good for my babe, and I completely agree but I just FEEL like I should be with a woman. I don't want to and I wouldn't like it at all and I love my babe yet I feel like its what I'm meant to do. That scares me alot.
Good News:
My friend ARRO invited me to hang with her and her friends at Pride. The only downer is I need a ride and my mom is soooo not gonna let me go to that! We'll see tho. I'm sneakin out.