So. Transitioning, not transitioning...
Let me tell you the story first. I kind of thought of myself as having a "male brain" and a female body for years, but I didn't give much meaning to it. I've never been too masculine, I believe I'm still not. I'm not the one to watch football, and I'm a fashion freak. I'm very girly. But I am a guy. There is a world of difference between a tough chick and a sensitive guy. I never believed I could be trans, because there is this typical trans boy story about hating your boobs, liking girls the romantic way, dressing in baggy clothes. I was none of those. I was a tough chick. I like action movies and train martial arts. I just love biking. You know this type. Waist long hair, tight sweats and jeans, lots of hot pink.
I kind of drifted slowly in the male direction for years. I felt irritated with being treated like a woman, I crossdressed secretly once or twice but was disappointed with the effect so I gave up. Binding boobs and tucking my hair into a hood. We all know how it goes. From a feminine girl, I became the tough chick, I tried on a variety of expressions, I always had a surplus of confidence, so I pulled off the look of an unshaved, bare-chested lady. I mean. There are people who get sexualised when a bra sticks out of their kimono. It was not me. I believe it is because I behave too much like a guy. Nobody ever gave a blink or commented on my body hair. By some coincidence, I have slight facial hair, and that - yes, that I was told to get rid of. I depilated my face for a couple of years. Recently I gave up and switched to shaving it. Once a week is sufficient. Also, due to all that sport I did, I do not have a typical female demeneor. My bones are thicker, muscles bigger, hands more wiry and bigger, I'm taller, more hairy and I can fit into men's shoe sizes. I'm ridiculously hairy, I believe that this excersicing and complete disregard for warnings that it will masculinise me, lifted my T levels a ton. I will be having my T levels checked next week, because I got acne, and I'm past puberty.
But let me get the story straight. I had and have a veriety of interests. I'm not stereotypically masculine. I like art and stuff, I like poetry, I like drawing, I'm a geek. Every kind of look at the story is biased. But I have to admit that my temperament always set me apart from other girls. I was the one with the ugliest writing and the best maths scores. But when it comes to my gender expression, I'm more like androgynous overall, a bit of this, a bit of that. I like to wear clothes that look good and are comfortable at the same time.
Anyway, all that is within norm. I'm not spiritual in general. But there was this voice in the back of my head that kept on whispering to me that I am a man. I had dreams. When I kissed my boyfriend, reality fell apart and genders reversed. I dressed in my leather coat ("It's great! I can't get a women's leather coat that is longer" said S, a friend of mine once) , combat boots, and my mind constantly flip-flopped genders, and A, a friend, called me sir. I daydreamed about being a guy. But it all seemed to be random noises in my head I can happily ignore, just be a tough chick, do some maths and live on. I knew where they were coming from, of what they were a result, and people aren't all that biased after all, are they? Some people have brains typical for their sex, some don't , just like with everything else.
Recently, I failed with dating spectacularily. I couldn't believe my own eyes that my own (now ex-)boyfriend is behaving different to me and to his friends, guys. It distressed me a lot, the way he behaved. It made everything impossible. I still cannot believe that my wish to dress as a guy... made sense. It scares me, it really scares me. That's a very real disconnect going on there. Another time, I talked with a dude I liked and when he got to know me closely, he seemed to be put off and surprised by the fact that I like martial arts and generally: act like a dude in many ways. Those two situations repeat. It's not the first time either of them happens, so I decided that I have to do something about it, that it is something about the way I present myself. That there is an image of who my family wanted me to be walking around with me like a shadow, or rather like a mask I can't take off and interact with others in an honest manner. That was a shocking realisation.
Before all that, I discovered that , when I wore a suit to some formal event, people just suddenly tend to start treating me like a man and assume I'm a lesbian. My male brain, right? That's the only explanation I can think of. I was in lipstick and heels and a blouse and all. But my suit was dark grey, I despise frills and colourful formal wear, I feel silly in them. I also didn't wear a skirt for so long that I felt crossdressed in a skirt at some point. Let alone heels. I wear men's shoes in general and it's been like this for a pretty long time. I flirted with a girl, and on the contrary to my experience with the guy who treated me like a girl, that was great, that was contact, that was sensual. She was quite much of a tomboy too. It all happened on the grounds of my attempts to present more androgynous.
I already did a fair amount of research about the subject, I'm considering to go to a gender therapist maybe, but I'm sort of not in the right circumstances right now, and will not be for at least a couple of months. I think I might be trans male, I suspect that. Even though it all looked quite regular until recently. Seriously, the dreams and such, it could have been anything. And who said females can't like maths, right? But I alwyas felt like "girl" was a character I was acting, that it was not me. I just can't explain it.
What I have in mind right now, is that transiotion becomes more and more difficult with age, and that possibly, I could be hurting myself by choosing not to. I think I already did hurt myself by dismissing this voice telling me that I am a guy and to dress like a guy, if I listened to it, I would never be in the dating failure situation in the first place. I just can't connect, if anyone understands what I'm saying. Something doesn't satisfy me, there is or maybe already was (in the past) some mask in there.
Hence, after all that, I cut my hair to something like half my neck, I dyed it black, I got myself a sports bra, some looser shirts and I immediatelly started passing as male. In public. In front of all my acquiantances. In front of my family. Not much, I'd say I'm rather androgynous. But people stare at me a lot. It all depends how I dress.
I never felt... like I was born into the wrong body, I never had much body dysmorphia, although it happened sometimes. Like about menstruation. I chose not to do HRT or top surgery, let alone the rest, because it all has many disadvantages in my opinion and doesn't fix anything for me. But I worked hard for that passing.When I attempted androgynous presentation, I learnt everything about mannerisms, dressing and the such. I did some voice training, and I managed to drop it significantly, and I excersiced my arms. I don't bother about being physically androgynous, I was born androgynous anyway, I can't get more than that anyway. It hautns me anyway, I will not escape it and now I know it. Plus, I like all the changes I made. I don't like having a very feminine body, I want my body to keep up with me, with all the things that I love, and that requires physical strength and stamina. And a very masculine body would be bad too, I'm quite feminine, I like my slender frame.
I don't know where it's leading me, the voice, but it was so surprisingly right, it told me straight away things that took me such a long time to fully comprehend, I think I should trust it for once. Intuition. But in general, I'm afraid of all that. I don't know if what I'm doing will suffice, how to navigate it all. Not to say, I'm not too happy about the circumstance I foud myself in. And I just came to terms with being a woman and started to feel okey with that and feminine roles to perform... I'm not that happy about the prospect of transitioning, but I'm afraid I need it. I'm not sure if what I'm doing is transitioning or not. I'm afraid of what I saw, I know I have to fix this major disturbance, but don't exactly know how.