about being out with other people without and how they flirt with her and flatter her. I don’t know if she’s trying to make me jealous when she does this or not, but it does kill me a little.
Not that other people find her attractive - she is. And not that I think she’d cheat on me (unless she was really drunk, maybe). But that I know she doesn’t tell other people about me when this happens - there’s no “I have a boyfriend” (she doesn’t acknowledge I’m trans) or anything. I hate that she doesn’t try to discourage others, to remind them that she’s in a serious committed relationship and thus unavailable.
And further - no one flirts with me; no one flatters me. I’m jealous because I want to feel pretty; I want to be validated by others too. She has no idea how much it hurts that I don’t ever get that.
Everyone will flirt with you, one day. But I know how you feel, I would love for somebody to be like that with me.
Mine “changed”, but I don’t really see it as a legitimate “change”
For me, I could compare it to taste in food. Like, if women were apples, and men were oranges; then when I was younger I would only eat apples. I was told that only certain people could eat oranges, and after a while I started to accept that as a rule. I was taught to hate eating oranges so much that even thinking about eating one would cause me discomfort. I thought I loved apples, but after a long time of eating them I realized they were just OK, but definitely not my favorite. Still, I didn’t think I could eat oranges anyway so I just kept eating apples.
It didn’t even take HRT before I started liking oranges, the food I used to despise. Just admitting the fact I was who I was, and becoming more accepting of myself made me more comfortable with my tastes. I secretly looked at pictures of oranges, smelled them, and my liking of oranges grew and grew. It was as if I had liked it all along, but I was too blinded by what everyone else was saying to even think about what I wanted. Just seeing and smelling are much different than tasting, though. After months of trying to build up the nerve; I eventually got to drink some orange juice. ;) There was no doubt in my mind it’s something I would have liked had I given it the chance a long time ago.
I still like apples, but oranges are my favorite. People tell me now that I’m only supposed to like oranges, but I’m comfortable enough with myself now to know what I really like. This is just my experience. I’m really weird anyway, so you probably shouldn’t listen to me haha!!!
So normally I say that I have no friends here, now that is mostly true. Theres only one person here that I would have considered a friend, but he lives an hour and a half away and we never see each other. Anyway we had christmas gifts for each other and had planned to go to the city (which is like a half way point between us) to exchange them, see each other etc. To do this I had to get up earlier than usual, take buses for 40 minutes etc and wait at the usual spot. Anyway, he never showed up. Hes done this once before for some stupid reason, and he did it again.
I stood there for 50 minutes in the heat and the wind waiting for him to show and nothing. Now this was bad enough, but if he had a good reason I would have been okay with that, if he’d even talk about it, I would have gotten over it, it was only 2 hours out of my day. But no, I come home and hes hiding as usual because he doesnt want to deal with it.
We have kind of a mutual online friend, so I asked her to talk to him about it. He says that he couldnt afford TWO DOLLARS to make it there, when he told me 2 days earlier that he has at least 30. Then he says that he told me of this before, when he had done NO SUCH THING. I HAVE LOGS, I CHECKED EVERY DAY SINCE WE ARRANGED IT. All he said was that he had 30 dollars, he was bringing a bag, and he understood that if he stood me up again i’d be mad.
THEN (this is the best bit), our friend tells him im upset about it and he says “Estrogen makes everyone upset over nothing”. SO APPARENTLY, IF YOU ARENT ON ESTROGEN, HAVING PART OF YOUR DAY COMPLETELY WASTED AND RUINED, BEING STOOD UP, AND THEN BEING LIED TO ABOUT IT DOESNT MAKE YOU UPSET IN ANY WAY. APPARENTLY IM AN OVER REACTIVE WOMAN. Some fucking feminist he is.
Come on tumblr, is a character limit for asks really that necessary? Its the main form of private conversations on here, so shouldnt both people be able to talk for the same amount of characters? Its very hard to fit a long response in such a short space.
Lack of refractory period really is a mixed blessing. On one hand, it means you can potentially go on and on for ages. On the other hand, your body can never usually keep up with your mind and so you just sit there physically unable to go on, but mind still raring to go.
This seems like something id appreciate more with actual sex. Right now its just kind of teasing, and im never quite satisfied :/
I’m just the opposite. I am sick of the cold and want it to be warmer. Not summer levels of warm, but warmer than the low 30s-40s F ^^; I hate the heat too + the cold.
I dont like it as much when its plant-freezingly cold, but its about 33 degrees today (91 degrees F) and this is one of the better days. When its cold I can shove 500 blankets onto my bed and curl up in them, but when its hot I just get to lie there like a dying fish and suffer.
I just realized how nuts I was to start hormones when I did. I had barely finished puberty, or mostly finished anyway, and that was hellish as it is, and then I jump right back into another one? Some people would call that masochism..
“Sex will always be an exciting mystery to children, they’ll always want to know about it. And they’ll learn about it, inevitably, from scary porn and all those barmy urban myths that circulate playgrounds. As a counter to that, shouldn’t responsible kids’ telly at least try to right the balance? Shouldn’t there be someone out there (apart from your boring parents and your boring teachers, who cares what they say) saying that sex is a natural, sometimes funny, sometimes wonderful thing, that decent, kind, nice people do with other decent, kind, nice people? Rather than a sleazy forbidden horror whispered about behind the bike shed. You can’t stop kids finding out about sex. You can at least make sure some of what they hear is sane and reasonable.”—Steven Moffat (via tinysprout)
Growing up amidst male socialization when one’s gender identity is not consistent with it is a horrifying and traumatic experience. Nothing about it is in any way a privilege, and one does not internalize or adapt to it in a manner at all similar to how a cis man does. Rather than it being a means through which one develops confidence and a sense of power and entitlement, eventually taking one’s vantage point for granted, it is instead a painful, self-erasing performance one has been forced to adopt. One has a constant inner checklist of the behaviours and mannerisms you’re supposed to display in order to avoid being seen as girly and consequently ridiculed or beaten up. Instead of gaining the benefits of being the “superior” class within our cultural gender dynamics, you’re instead experiencing an extremely harsh, constraining prison of gender’s unspoken rules and regulations. Instead of internalizing a sense of being the default, favoured, normal gender, you internalize scripts, shame, self-hatred and the need to police your own gender- police your expression, your personality, your interests, the ways in which you interact with others, anything that could end up with you getting “caught” and revealing how you’re not normal, you’re inferior, broken and wrong.
419) My childhood was filled with masculine boy things, and now I suddenly find myself interested in things little girls are interested in. I think I'm doing this because I never had the girl childhood I wish I had. I just really wish I could wake up as a little girl and stay that way.
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Reblogging this - I know a lot of my followers are having tough financial times, but if any of you aren’t, this is someone who could use our help. Endo sucks six ways from Sunday, and I can’t imagine dealing with it in a US style healthcare system.
Oh so, a normal dosage. Except for the spiro, why only 100mg? Naturally low T levels? I’m not sure that much…
Only 50mg you mean? I was on 25mg for a while. My doctor and I have been ramping up my meds slowly to make sure…
Well I measure it in the amount per day, so I meant 100mg a day spiro. Yeah that is pretty slow, you must have lower T levels, 50mg a day is very little.
I dont know how progesterone works, just that youre not intended to have it often. Mostly seems to be cycled to imitate a period. I really want to try it at least, but its just not affordable right now :/
Ah so around the time I started too. A cups already?
I’m now fairly convinced my dose is too low for me :/