I know I haven’t updated this blog in forever, but I wanted to at least post something today since it’s been exactly one year since I started HRT! I promise that I’ll be updating this on a more regular basis soon, but until then, here’s a fun before and after picture
Also, here’s my latest two youtube videos and more cute pics!:
Bonjour, mes amis! This entry will probably be short on written content, but seeing as it’s been over a month since I last updated this blog (oops!), I feel that I should at least post something! So where did we leave off?
I didn’t end up going as Tinkerbell for Halloween because I couldn’t find the perfect green dress! So instead I borrowed my girlfriend’s bear hat and went as a…cute fuzzy creature? I’m not really sure!
FAAB, MAAB, MAAB, MAAB, FAAB
As I mentioned in my last post, I wasn’t too excited about the party’s theme: crossdressing (which was really just an excuse for the guys to express their femme sides on the one night of the year when their friends wouldn’t judge!). Since this was my first Halloween party since coming out, there was no way that I was going to dress up as a boy. At the same time, I was a bit nervous that the other party-goers would see me and think that I was just another boy in drag. This, like nearly all of my transition-related fears, proved to be unfounded. Nobody assumed that I was anything other than a girl in yellow shorts and a fuzzy bear hat . My girlfriend actually had to chase a couple overly-aggressive boys away from me!
A few weeks later, I also made a video update to mark 9 months since starting hormones! In the video, I discuss topics such as my first laser appointment (ouch!), shopping on Black Friday, and what I’m thankful for this year. Also, for those of you who know what this means: I no longer have my gold star
Tomorrow is the first day of December- it’s the time of year when the weather turns cold and it starts to get dark in the late afternoon. A year ago, this was a very gloomy period in my life. The dysphoria of being closeted was becoming more unbearable with each passing day, and yet I was terrified to share my pain with anyone- even my girlfriend. I recall walking along Market Street in the rain, listening to The Cure, and wondering if I would ever have the courage to embrace who I really was inside; if I was prepared to lose everything to live life authentically. (I know this sounds super emo).
What a difference a year makes! I eventually came out to my girlfriend in December 2010. It was right in the middle of her Law School final exams- talk about bad timing! I don’t think I’ll ever forget what it felt like to agonize for hours about how to get the words out to her. If there’s a manual on how to come out as trans* to your partner, I certainly didn’t read it Looking back, it seems strange that nearly a year has passed since that day. So much has changed in such a short time! On the other hand, it’s really hard to remember what life was like before I came out. Neither can my girlfriend or any of my friends who have gotten to know me as Annika.
As all of my one-year transition anniversaries start approaching, I plan to do more reflecting and writing on here. So stay tuned