Accidentally outed myself the other day when someone asked another trans woman if laser hurt and I laughed
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bottom surgery uncertainty
I got invited to a webinar about surgery yesterday, and it reminded me that I put in a referral last year to get vaginoplasty.
I uhh don't think I want to do it, which I didn't expect. My bottom dysphoria has not been too present lately, and since the definition of "woman" in my mind has been broadened outside of cis standards, I just kinda feel like... I dont need to.
sad, venting, voice dysphoria and hopelessness
I know I post like this a lot, and have recently. I'm remembering and thinking about the replies people have given so don't think it was a waste of effort or anything. Just really sad about it again today/yesterday and sometimes this helps I guess. Also I do have a job again, pretty much just need to schedule my on boarding now.
tbh the thoughts have been looping so much I'm not sure where the "start" is. I guess I'm dreading/scared/know the next few years are going to be really bad. And that's minimum, I honestly don't have any reason to think in a few years they'll be better. I'm going to have to come out in that time. My dad is neck deep in evangelical shit and I have a few much younger siblings that make things harder as well. I have no prospects for getting a real job that would let me be independent and have no idea how to get that. Obviously the economy is going to shit so how's that going to work out for me. I don't have any qualifications but graduating high school. And obviously hrt is going to make boymoding forever not really work, which is a problem both for finding work and at home.
Can't voice train. Hurts too much, I sound too cringy, I literally cant. Between that and my frame I'm obviously never going to pass or be remotely happy with sounding like this. Just thinking about it makes me want to- eh. Not worth CWing but I'm sure you can imagine. I hate it and my voice changing unironically ruined my life. I can't. Disgusting and ruined. Probably forever. Going to die mad.
I can't deal with any of this, I can't deal with real life. Everyone thinks I'm able to build a life I'm happy with but I can't. All I want is to just disassociate forever. The government should just give me money so I can just rot somewhere and never be seen or heard from again. I hate life, I hate being perceived, I hate talking, I hate having to do shit, I hate society and I certainly hate the idea of being trans in this society.
Anyway idk what I'm going to do about all this, probably just drag things out as long as I can stand. I have no faith in my ability to actually make it through the transition (assuming that there's even an "end").
Having a would be a great deal for reinventing myself honestly and not just getting stronger wise, the fantasy of just putting everything on pause more or less. I think I could handle the loneliness pretty well as I do what I need in those 2 years.
Hexbear user who has only recently read Dorley Hall, reading this post: Getting a lot of 'Dorley Hall' vibes from this...
dysphoria posting
god I can't wait until I don't feel visceral hatred of my body, face, voice, mannerisms, and general appearance
Surely that has to happen eventually, right? Right? Right???
i got new shelves in my greenhouse and it's so much tidier now
Self criticism time. I always thought the concept of bibliotherapy was bogus. As in doing therapy through a book.
But I think reading Sisters of Dorley Hall is actively helping me work through a bunch of stuff.
sex/masturbation
Estrogen has destroyed my ability to just mindlessly crank one out based on pure friction. Generally, this feels great. But I feel so disconnected from myself sexually. How can I speed up the process of learning myself again?
Frozen peaches are a fun and cool snack. π
Brain chemistry is cookin' hard. Inhaling coal, exhaling steam and smoke
I may be forever flat chested but there is always the hope that I can get a fat ass
Not like I will ever exercise to do so, but I can pretend and imagine
dysphoria raving, doomer shit
Did I permanently fuck my brain by deciding not to look at myself for years?
So many girlies make posts like βX months on estrogen and I can finally see(or start to see) a girl in the mirror.β Or βI can actually stand to look at myself because I can see the changes that are happening.β
I feel like if I look in the mirror after all this time and donβt see a cis woman itβs jover, not that I can be sure my brain would even acknowledge I pass if I did with my potential BDD.
There is a really cynical part of me that thinks estrogen isnβt βmagicβ and all the baby trans will eventually be bitter and disappointed like me when that reality hits.
But Iβm hoping I am just mentally ill and delusional.
if I had my little way I'd eat peaches every day.
Thinking of getting back into Dead State. It's a spiritual sequel to Fallout 1 and 2 (and Tactics now that I have recently replayed that). It's a turn based squad RPG set in a zombie apocalypse. It's one of the few games that I feel properly balances combat against humans versus combat against zombies, exploring and looting, while managing a base, with speech checks and dialogue.
I finished it a few years ago but I messed up and caused some people to die and didn't get the best ending with a couple of others. I also picked a kind of boring ending where the surviving military helps you evacuate, in exchange for your character being drafted as a commander of their forces.
What I really like is you have to balance the personalities and factions in your base. You can't please everyone as different factions are diametrically opposed. But you can call in favors and persuade people to soften the blow. The other thing is you also manage your individual relationship with other survivors, but without any spoilers some survivors secretly (or openly) are real pieces of shit, so you're better off antagonizing them and bringing them into line (even killing or exiling them), instead of placating or appeasing them, because if you do the later messed up stuff can happen between them and other survivors. Likewise other survivors who seem like dicks or useless really come out of their shells and become real team players.
The combat is basically like Fallout 2. You have action points, 2 weapon slots, you balance attacking versus moving etc. You can customize your own character to be good at melee, range or a mix of the two (my favorite as there's some neat synergies that can make you a real jack of all trades MVP in a fight, but that's balanced against not being the worlds best sniper or melee fighter).
You also go from being like Season 1 walking dead helpless survivors to unstoppable killers in customized body armour and weapons, clearing rooms with homebrewed nerve gas.
late night posting
Can't fall asleep for anything right now. Took a nap too late I guess. Also brain is just looping through all the bad thoughts. I remember someone describing to me or reading about how your brain focuses on a problem until a solution is found, and when it can't it just kinda fucks you like this. Anyway that's what's happening, that's what's been happening.
Hopefully tomorrow I can disassocite again and forget about how much I hate this and how horrible everything is and how I'll never be happy and how I'm ruined. But I'm actually pretty cooked on not being able to sleep.
robot rock is a rare daft punk L tbh. release the beast is just a better song