Too early to be sure. It is not at all what I want! I've been doing this my whole life and it is an integral part of my life. I don't want it to go away!
A week ago I was put on a prescription medication for something else. I'm not comfortable reveling the medication here. PM me if you want. I'm still working up to the full dosage. Already I'm feeling different. I've been at this long enough to know what a temporary lack of desire feel like. This feels different. This is especially noticeable because this happens to coincide with a planned week out of town to do nothing but do my girl thing with the freedom and anonymity that out-of-town gets you. I was already kind of not feeling it when I left. Went anyway because this is what I'd planned and scheduled. Dressed casually before I left, had my nails done on the way, made the drive, and checked into the hotel en femme. Didn't leave my room Saturday. Sunday it was hot, so I took advantage of the chance to wear a new summer short skirt Should have been great. It felt like nothing. While I was putting on my makeup it felt just weird. I can't describe it. It didn't get better. Monday was more of the same. It felt forced. Tuesday I had done all the shopping I could stand, so I went to a casino to play slots. Another woman sat at the machine next to me and struck up a conversation which quickly turned to be about me. I willingly answered all of her many questions. We ended up moving to the restaurant. Probably went on for about an hour. I think this was the first time I'd ever just bared my soul to a complete stranger that wasn't my therapist. It made me hyper-aware of everything about me. She was a very nice person, and I think if I hadn't had this other thing going on I would have loved the conversation. Instead, I felt stripped bare. When we left and I was walking alone through the casino and on to my car I had this weird awareness about everything I was wearing and the way I looked, moved, everything. And it was not a good feeling. Wednesday I came home. Still was wearing nail polish and carrying my purse in male mode, which is very common for me. This time it felt... just not right. I came straight home.
I don't know that I can be certain, but I'm as sure as I can be that this is a reaction to this medication. Maybe when I've been on it for a while and I get used to it I'll be back to normal. I hope so. There might have been a time in my life when this would have been a desired effect. Not now. I'm going to ride this out for a while. I'll tell you that right now I'm WAY not into it. I'll see where this goes.