Ah, Spring! A favorite season for a number of reasons - and yes, i intended that rhyme. It is the joy of Dodgers’ baseball, of course this is no surprise if you know me; that Bay Area sun raising the temp and my sleeves, my ink out again, which always makes me feel more like myself; and now coming into, riding, feeling this beautiful wave of gender euphoria and myself, that spring / frisk floating on the air, heating myself and everything up.
It really is wild because just a couple of months ago I’d been bummed when my care provider’d halfed my dose of tea, the traits I’d seen growing in the mirror that I liked outnumbering the traits I’d seen growing I wasn’t so crazy about - yes to my lil baby pornstache and a most definite no to my beefier looking neck. And even on a full dose? My leg hair still wouldn’t grow back. And then there is the matter of levels. Take a male hormone and expect physiological changes, as well - like cholesterol to rise! Transition is not a one size fits all prospect by any stretch, no picking and choosing which to keep and which to shirk. It’s funny because before tea my diet was pretty much that of a teenage boy and now that I pretty much AM a teenage boy I’m eating yogurt and berries for breakfast, soup when I’m home from work at eight versus seven, all high protein svelt, feeling Ali light as a feather.
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