I don't know what to say. I know there's not a whole lot anyone can do for me here; I would be better off with a therapist, I know, but I can't afford one. I guess the best I can do is put my thoughts down and see if anyone has any insight...
I am physically male, early twenties, and generally out to everyone- most family included- as gay, though there are a few I haven't told yet, for certain reasons (you know how it is). But since questioning my orientation, I've started looking deeper at how I really feel, and who I really am. I've always tried to be a masculine sort, but I'm actually really effeminate sometimes (most of the time, actually). It's like I have the body and general mind of a boy, but the heart and soul of a girl, and it's really confusing me. I've always been very boyish, preferring GI-Joe to barbie, for instance, and I love games where I'm fighting and killing things to save the world, or just adventuring around. But there's always been a side that's more interested in girly things- dressing up, romance, that sort of thing, but I kept trying to deny it.
It's not that I've ever really thought of myself as a girl, but I've always hated everthing about me that was "masculine." I've never tried putting it all together until recently, though. Someone online once called me a "man" and it made me really uncomfortable. I alway hated having body hair; I always thought it was disgusting, but it's not until a few weeks ago that I got the nerve to shave my arms and legs, and my chest (I kept trying to come up with a way to justify it, until I decided I didn't need to- I didn't like it, so I'm getting rid of it). I always hated shaving my face, not because of the time and effort, but because I felt like I shouldn't need to- the fact that I had facial hair at all was always something I hated. And I can't even get a close enough shave, no matter how hard I try- I can always see the top of the hair, I can see where the hair is, so everytime I pass a mirror, I have to cover my face with my hand, and I'm sick of it. And I hate my voice. I used to think I had a higher pitch until my mother pointed out otherwise. I heard my voice on a recorder, and it was deep. I tried to convince myself it wasn't true, that my voice wasn't that deep, I've even tried to speak in a higher register. But people still confuse me for my older brother over the phone sometimes, and it just kills me that my voice is that deep. I can't even raise my voice to shout over the TV or when the cat scratches me, or I'll hear my voice and die a little inside. I've always been jealous of girls' bodies, too. I've always thought that girls' bodies were, in a way, "cleaner" since they don't have external genitals. It's gotten to the point that I'll se a girl on the street, at the store, whatever, and I just feel so sick that I don't look anything like that.
I still live at home, so there's no privacy. My mom went to live with my sister in another state to find a job a few weeks ago. Before she left, I told her that I was starting to wonder if I should have been born a girl. She says she'll support me whichever way I decide, but I know she's worried- her last words before she left at the airport were, "I love you; don't do anything stupid." So I know I have her support, and I think my sister would be supportive too, but it's everyone else I'm worried about. No way my dad would like it, and my stepdad would take a while, I think. And my brother already hates how non-masculine I am. I'm afraid to think how he'd take it, and I'm afraid that if I do decide that I'd be better off living as a girl... I'm afraid that I'd be taking away his little brother. I'm afraid that my whole life is essentially a lie- and in order to be happy, I'll have to thrown away all my memories.
And I know that whatever happens, I'll need to see a therapist- which I probably can't do until I get a job and my insurance kicks in- probably sometime next year. Until then, all I can do is try not to loose my mind (if I haven't already) and try to learn what questions I should really be asking myself.