All in all it has been a happy day, but I got called "miss" at the 7 Eleven. I honestly have no idea why. Nearly two years on T...I am a bit behind other guys in terms of changes, but I really believe I don't look female anymore. I mean, I went to Las Vegas and literally never had a single issue with anyone questioning my maleness. I was treated just like my father, or like any other man that walked in the door. So what the hell? *sigh*
Keaira and I watched Frozen tonight, and it made me sad how much I could relate to Elsa. How she kept isolating herself because of her power to make ice and snow. I've spent the past 3 years locking myself in the basement whenever possible because I don't feel comfortable interacting with others, on the off chance they see my chest, or in the case of a gf, the genitals I have. Or if someone wants to tell them about my past because they have a big gossip mouth. The only difference between myself and Elsa is that Elsa, in the end, accepted her powers and made them a part of her life. But for me...well, if I could accept being born the way I was, and live that outwardly (that includes as "out"), I'd have stayed female and saved myself all this hassle.