TG; in which Stella has an ego

Posted by Probablepossible on Jan 26, 2010 in Blogging |

I have a grand total of zero people who have said they don’t want to watch me parade my issues, so unless they show up, no actual filter but flock. I don’t mind friending people though– hell the whole world can be my friend!

real-life family reactions are all positive, each in their own differing style. My sister tells me she’s been thinking of me as her brother for a couple of years now– it makes, she says, the things I do and say so much more understandable.

Daughter would probably love it if I went all the way. Son gave me a couple of supportive head-butts but didn’t have much to say.

My parents are both still alive, still supportive. They didn’t blink when I came out as queer, and they aren’t blinking much about this either. They are worried about the cost of surgery. I told them that at this time, my monetary outlay would be a chest binder or two, and twenty buck worth of arts and crafts supplies to make my own packy and they were reassured.

So was my husband, who really likes being married to a woman. When I asked him though, he said that one of the first things I told him, more than thirty years ago, was that I was "really a man." "And that you were a masochist," he added. But he is nothing if not enthusiastic about playing dressup; when I showed him the Underworks page, he started talking about making me one in black leather. And when I showed him the packy directions, he reminded me that we have a couple skins of glove-weight deerhide, which would make a soft, somewhat realistic, and *washable* skin. LOL

The one dissenting voice has been my ex-but-not-really girlfriend, whom I haven’t seen for something like seven years. She’s got her own soap opera going, along the lines of dating a straight girl who really is heterosexual, but really fell in LOVE with G, but really she’ straight, so she dates men, but when she’s with them, she keeps thinking about G instead… So the solution is to leave the lesbian who makes the men look bad.

yeah, I know. Anyway, G has had it with that, had it with Midwest winters, and has a career that can go anywhere she want to take it– so she called me on Saturday to ask if the family would mind her moving into our sphere once again. The family is really happy about that!

But G wasn’t real happy about my news;

S: so yeah, some changes yaddyadda, maybe some T injections down the road-
G : WHAT??? NOOO!!! you’re going to get mean and grumpy, why would you want to do that?
S: No, I think T would make me happy, and nice.
G: You’ll get hairy. And bald.
S: and an enlarged clit…
G: You already have a large clit. This is a midlife crises.
S: Your point?

Which leads me to a rhetorical question; WHAT GODDAMN FOOL decided an enlarged clit was a BAD THING? You see this warning everywhere; "Unwanted side effects may include an enlarged clitoris." 
And this from the sex that measures their dicks with a special add-two-inches ruler…

Regarding the arts and crafts, I have a recipe for Gak– remember, the slimy soft version of Silly Putty. Its’ a slightly stiffer consistence than the hair gels are, and has no smell. To make it, I need Borax– used to be on every supermarket’s laundry soap shelf, but alas no longer. So I grabbed a jar of the mildest-smelling gell I could find in the dollar store and am letting it sit out overnight, open.

Emotionally, the weekend and week have been a bit roller-coastery– who the fuck am I kidding? I keep thinking to myself.  And "It’s not fair!" And sundry other cries of woe. But I might have just been coming down with something.

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