Ziko
08-09-2010, 07:33 PM
This is going to be a huge tl;dr. Sorry to make you all suffer. Thanks for reading if you do make it through.
I identified as an androgyne for close to three years. I'm physically female. I wanted a purely sexless body. That was my one true desire. But I convinced myself that would never happen because of money issues and society and all that, so lived as close to happy as I could. Dressing ambiguously and poking fun at confusing the gender boundaries with strangers.
Then someone asked me, if this were an amazing world and you could be truly sexless, what hormones would you take? Your body can't survive without hormones. You'd have to pick one. I thought long and hard and I decided I'd pick testosterone if I had to choose... And thus my precious reality was shattered.
I joined the military and had sort of a mental breakdown, crying because I'd never be able to have the body I wanted. And being treated like a girl, which I knew I was not, FtM or androgyne or something else. As my paychecks rolled in and I joined various trans support groups and was cajoled into believing I was an FtM in denial, I realized that surgery wasn't some far away dream. It could be achieved. I could save money and I could get it!
My spirits were lifted. When I learned that most FtMs didn't get bottom surgery, I was elated. Maybe I wouldn't be such a freak, since I never had wanted a penis as far as I knew (due to unrelated factors, I don't remember most of my childhood). So I kept putting money aside into a CD, and I kept dreaming of starting HRT and planning for SRS when I got into the military. I got so absorbed into everything, that I convinced myself I must be FtM, but oftentimes when I wasn't passing most of the time, I couldn't tell people I was a guy-- it felt like lying. I am female. I have female parts. The first time I actively tried to pass as male, to be bound and determined to be seen as a man, I felt like I was deceiving everyone. I didn't try again for a really long time.
But time passed, and eventually the unsurity of things waned, and I fully accepted that even if I wasn't FtM, I would still like to be male at some point. Does this make me trans? Who's to say? Is there a difference between wanting something and convincing yourself you should've been born a certain way? I don't know. I always thought that I simply had a firmer grasp on reality than the standard trans-- that I wasn't going to be "like them" and delude myself I had to have been a certain way. No. I was different. I had both feet on the ground. I was man enough to admit I wanted this. I didn't need it, I didn't have some mental condition. No. I was just that kid upset about his parts and wanted to make them better via cosmetic surgery. Was that wrong? I don't know.
But then more time passed, and more debates were fought, and I further convinced myself that maybe I was just fooling myself all these years. Maybe I really was FtM, just shoved into denial because of society. And I got absorbed into it, and the role, and while I'd occasionally question things, or proclaim that I really was just an androgyne, now I wanted it all: Penis and the whole shebang.
Then I went on a camping trip this weekend. I passed as male the entire time. It was the first time I had passed for so long continuously, and I realized then that... There was no "elated" feeling. There was no "OMG FINALLY!" No. There was just... There-ness. There was nothing special about it, there was nothing making it super memorable. I could say it's like it was "supposed to happen" but that would probably be giving it too much credit.
It felt just like every day feels like: Not amazing.
I mean, did I like it? Sure. I felt like me. But all things considered, it almost feels easier to be a tomboy instead, because then I wouldn't worry about how my voice sounds or the way I walk or if my boobs are showing. Because as a tomboy that shit wouldn't matter.
There are advantages to being either sex. I can say I prefer to be a male, but who's to say it's not just because I have penis envy? Many say that means I shouldn't be diagnosed as GID, then. That I shouldn't have the right to SRS because I'm not as ****ed up as a "real" transperson. I never understood that debate, but now I'm wishing I understood it. Why am I trying to find reasons to prove I'm not trans again? I really don't know.
I learned that on the camping trip (which was with another androgyne who has a huge crush on me) that it purely comes down to sex. As an androgyne, I couldn't have it. As a female, I hate being penetrated. Now, granted, I haven't played with any dildos or strap-ons or anything, but if I'm looking like, sounding like, and presenting as a male... It just makes sense I should have the parts and have a penis and "be a man". Even if I were to get T and chest surgery, that still leaves... A vagina. Which I hate using. I pretend it doesn't exist. I gross even myself out with it, by never taking care of it. A few months a go I got some type of infection up there and I just let it do its thing, hoping it'd get so bad the vag would just fall off or something. It didn't, and it cleared up on its own somehow, but still... I DO like sex. I wish I could enjoy it like other people. Maybe I could if I just did what everyone else said would "fix" me and have my brains ****ed out of me? Then would I enjoy being female and penetrative sex? Seems like a lot of females dislike being penetrated, and I highly doubt all of them are trans.
And I did start to like being penetrated, even if only a LITTLE, when I was with the one guy. So maybe there's "hope"?
I never get this terrible dysphoria everyone talks about. I just wish I had a flat chest, because it'd make things "easier". That's not dysphoria. At least it's not the dysphoria everyone else seems to be talking about.
I never had that "coming to jesus" epiphany that was like "I KNOW I'M NOT AN XYZ!" Because... Uh.. I'm female. I can look down and see that. Why would I deny reality?
I am confused over this, because the camping trip sort of ruined/solidified everything.
I realized that... Unless I "fix" myself somehow, I will never, ever, be able to enjoy sex. For some reason, I have it in my head that "I'm not gay".
Of course, because of my identity confusion... That means I can't date anyone. This makes me angry. I can't date a man because I look like a guy and feel like a guy, which would make our relationship gay. But then I can't date a woman, because I have woman parts. And that would be gay too! I mean, just putting aside this random homophobia phase (I've never had a problem before I convinced myself I was an FtM), that in itself is so self-depreciating and depressing.
Sometimes I feel like I would've been better off not thinking I was FtM. It was easier to deal with crying over having boobs maybe once or twice a year. Nowadays I constantly worry if my boobs are popping out, or how long it's going to take to save money for HRT or if I will get the GID diagnosis or if someone will find out about me and I'll get booted from the military or this that and the other thing. I was never happy "as a girl" but I certainly wasn't in constant confusion/anxiety like I am now.
Did I just convince myself I was FtM to "fit in" with all these trans groups? So I could just pick a side and deal with it, rather than be totally shunned as an androgyne with no hope of being accepted ever? I mean, even though the UK got those new Neutrois surgeries and Nx thing going on, society still expects SEX to be binary. And I really want to have sex. So I kind of have to pick one, right?
I guess in my head I'm thinking... I'd better be FtM because if I am, then I have some sort of solution to all my sexual dysfunctions. And if I am not FtM, I'm sort of ****ed and I'll probably never enjoy sex fully, and I'll have to "just deal" with my shitty hand of cards like a "normal" person.
Everyone I talk to about trans issues is like.. "I just knew" or they had a sign, or they had some sort of epiphany and just raced for the finish line. If I have so much doubt, and am always questioning myself, does that mean I'm just trying to be trans, rather than ACTUALLY being trans?
I need to talk to somebody. This is similar to my first freakout I had about a year a go when I first joined the military. This isn't fair, I want things to be cut and dry so I have some sort of goal. This constant push and pull is terrible. No I'm this, no I'm that, no that's all wrong, start over. Has anyone else experienced this.... Ever?
I identified as an androgyne for close to three years. I'm physically female. I wanted a purely sexless body. That was my one true desire. But I convinced myself that would never happen because of money issues and society and all that, so lived as close to happy as I could. Dressing ambiguously and poking fun at confusing the gender boundaries with strangers.
Then someone asked me, if this were an amazing world and you could be truly sexless, what hormones would you take? Your body can't survive without hormones. You'd have to pick one. I thought long and hard and I decided I'd pick testosterone if I had to choose... And thus my precious reality was shattered.
I joined the military and had sort of a mental breakdown, crying because I'd never be able to have the body I wanted. And being treated like a girl, which I knew I was not, FtM or androgyne or something else. As my paychecks rolled in and I joined various trans support groups and was cajoled into believing I was an FtM in denial, I realized that surgery wasn't some far away dream. It could be achieved. I could save money and I could get it!
My spirits were lifted. When I learned that most FtMs didn't get bottom surgery, I was elated. Maybe I wouldn't be such a freak, since I never had wanted a penis as far as I knew (due to unrelated factors, I don't remember most of my childhood). So I kept putting money aside into a CD, and I kept dreaming of starting HRT and planning for SRS when I got into the military. I got so absorbed into everything, that I convinced myself I must be FtM, but oftentimes when I wasn't passing most of the time, I couldn't tell people I was a guy-- it felt like lying. I am female. I have female parts. The first time I actively tried to pass as male, to be bound and determined to be seen as a man, I felt like I was deceiving everyone. I didn't try again for a really long time.
But time passed, and eventually the unsurity of things waned, and I fully accepted that even if I wasn't FtM, I would still like to be male at some point. Does this make me trans? Who's to say? Is there a difference between wanting something and convincing yourself you should've been born a certain way? I don't know. I always thought that I simply had a firmer grasp on reality than the standard trans-- that I wasn't going to be "like them" and delude myself I had to have been a certain way. No. I was different. I had both feet on the ground. I was man enough to admit I wanted this. I didn't need it, I didn't have some mental condition. No. I was just that kid upset about his parts and wanted to make them better via cosmetic surgery. Was that wrong? I don't know.
But then more time passed, and more debates were fought, and I further convinced myself that maybe I was just fooling myself all these years. Maybe I really was FtM, just shoved into denial because of society. And I got absorbed into it, and the role, and while I'd occasionally question things, or proclaim that I really was just an androgyne, now I wanted it all: Penis and the whole shebang.
Then I went on a camping trip this weekend. I passed as male the entire time. It was the first time I had passed for so long continuously, and I realized then that... There was no "elated" feeling. There was no "OMG FINALLY!" No. There was just... There-ness. There was nothing special about it, there was nothing making it super memorable. I could say it's like it was "supposed to happen" but that would probably be giving it too much credit.
It felt just like every day feels like: Not amazing.
I mean, did I like it? Sure. I felt like me. But all things considered, it almost feels easier to be a tomboy instead, because then I wouldn't worry about how my voice sounds or the way I walk or if my boobs are showing. Because as a tomboy that shit wouldn't matter.
There are advantages to being either sex. I can say I prefer to be a male, but who's to say it's not just because I have penis envy? Many say that means I shouldn't be diagnosed as GID, then. That I shouldn't have the right to SRS because I'm not as ****ed up as a "real" transperson. I never understood that debate, but now I'm wishing I understood it. Why am I trying to find reasons to prove I'm not trans again? I really don't know.
I learned that on the camping trip (which was with another androgyne who has a huge crush on me) that it purely comes down to sex. As an androgyne, I couldn't have it. As a female, I hate being penetrated. Now, granted, I haven't played with any dildos or strap-ons or anything, but if I'm looking like, sounding like, and presenting as a male... It just makes sense I should have the parts and have a penis and "be a man". Even if I were to get T and chest surgery, that still leaves... A vagina. Which I hate using. I pretend it doesn't exist. I gross even myself out with it, by never taking care of it. A few months a go I got some type of infection up there and I just let it do its thing, hoping it'd get so bad the vag would just fall off or something. It didn't, and it cleared up on its own somehow, but still... I DO like sex. I wish I could enjoy it like other people. Maybe I could if I just did what everyone else said would "fix" me and have my brains ****ed out of me? Then would I enjoy being female and penetrative sex? Seems like a lot of females dislike being penetrated, and I highly doubt all of them are trans.
And I did start to like being penetrated, even if only a LITTLE, when I was with the one guy. So maybe there's "hope"?
I never get this terrible dysphoria everyone talks about. I just wish I had a flat chest, because it'd make things "easier". That's not dysphoria. At least it's not the dysphoria everyone else seems to be talking about.
I never had that "coming to jesus" epiphany that was like "I KNOW I'M NOT AN XYZ!" Because... Uh.. I'm female. I can look down and see that. Why would I deny reality?
I am confused over this, because the camping trip sort of ruined/solidified everything.
I realized that... Unless I "fix" myself somehow, I will never, ever, be able to enjoy sex. For some reason, I have it in my head that "I'm not gay".
Of course, because of my identity confusion... That means I can't date anyone. This makes me angry. I can't date a man because I look like a guy and feel like a guy, which would make our relationship gay. But then I can't date a woman, because I have woman parts. And that would be gay too! I mean, just putting aside this random homophobia phase (I've never had a problem before I convinced myself I was an FtM), that in itself is so self-depreciating and depressing.
Sometimes I feel like I would've been better off not thinking I was FtM. It was easier to deal with crying over having boobs maybe once or twice a year. Nowadays I constantly worry if my boobs are popping out, or how long it's going to take to save money for HRT or if I will get the GID diagnosis or if someone will find out about me and I'll get booted from the military or this that and the other thing. I was never happy "as a girl" but I certainly wasn't in constant confusion/anxiety like I am now.
Did I just convince myself I was FtM to "fit in" with all these trans groups? So I could just pick a side and deal with it, rather than be totally shunned as an androgyne with no hope of being accepted ever? I mean, even though the UK got those new Neutrois surgeries and Nx thing going on, society still expects SEX to be binary. And I really want to have sex. So I kind of have to pick one, right?
I guess in my head I'm thinking... I'd better be FtM because if I am, then I have some sort of solution to all my sexual dysfunctions. And if I am not FtM, I'm sort of ****ed and I'll probably never enjoy sex fully, and I'll have to "just deal" with my shitty hand of cards like a "normal" person.
Everyone I talk to about trans issues is like.. "I just knew" or they had a sign, or they had some sort of epiphany and just raced for the finish line. If I have so much doubt, and am always questioning myself, does that mean I'm just trying to be trans, rather than ACTUALLY being trans?
I need to talk to somebody. This is similar to my first freakout I had about a year a go when I first joined the military. This isn't fair, I want things to be cut and dry so I have some sort of goal. This constant push and pull is terrible. No I'm this, no I'm that, no that's all wrong, start over. Has anyone else experienced this.... Ever?