I don't remember what my old login was or what my username even was, so I just made a new account. It feels more appropriate this way, as I'm a completely different person than I was however many years ago I was active here.
This is sort of an introductory post, so apologies if it's not supposed to get its own thread.
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So hi, I'm pretty sure I'm genderfluid. I might be a transman, but there's a lot about being read as a woman that I don't want to give up. The clothes, for one thing. The lack of hair on my chinny-chin-chin. My... marriage as I know it.
3 years ago I had a complete hysterectomy, half for legitimate medical reasons and half for gender reasons (the gender reasons were what convinced my surgeon/oncologist to do it after I'd originally asked under the pretense of being a cis woman). I have never felt more at peace with my body in my entire life until I woke up after that surgery and knew I wouldn't have to think about my vagina ever again if I didn't want to. It had simply become an accessory, not something that demanded attention on a regular basis. (I mean, barring good hygiene.)
I thought I was cis again, and up until recently I moved away from my several years struggling with identifying as NB, wanting 'they' pronouns, all that jazz. The thing about all that is that I knew it was some kind of step in the right direction - moving away from cis-ness - but NB didn't pan out for me. I wound up more anxious and socially dysphoric than not, so I quit the whole gender thing and just... existed, come what may. The hysto - the bottom surgery - was beneficial for a lot of reasons: I didn't need to be on permanent birth control, ie hormone therapy, anymore. So I quit those. I also quit my antidepressants, and wound up discovering that the combination of the two had done something really quite insidious to my sense of self, and is a big reason I went through my whole NB phase to begin with. I thought I was ace and agender, which did a number on my marriage, but quitting the meds and getting the surgery allowed me to step back and see things much more clearly.
Turns out I have a very definite masculine side that was suppressed by the years of 24/7 birth control.
When I was in high school, before I ran into the medical problems that prompted my OBGYN to put me on hormones, I'd experienced this. I experienced it so regularly and so thoroughly that I gave my masculine self his own name, which is something I much later found out is very common among genderfluid folks who switch between two very disparate genders.
Since the surgery he's always sort of lurked just out of reach, not saying anything, not making a move. Then back in October I started an erotic roleplay with somebody online, wherein I play a big, tough, dominant bruiser of a man, and my partner plays a smarmy, excitable twink. Our characters and our writing styles have PERFECT chemistry, and so far we've written probably a combined 200k words. But it hit me that something was happening when I realized that I wasn't fantasizing about what it would be like to be on my character's receiving end, like I've typically done when playing a man... I was fantasizing about being him. Kind of a revelation.
I told my RP partner about it, who turned out to be a bi cisguy, and he thought it was really cool and pretty sexy to boot. I then proceeded to realize that I'd never thought I could be sexy to any other man while I'm in one of my hypermasculine moods - aka when I am definitively Male - and it was another revelation. A very cute guy had just socially and sexually rewarded me for being hypermasculine. That had never happened to me before in my life, and I'm thinking now that the social reward/punishment system we have for keeping genders homogeneous is what's kept me thinking that I couldn't be a man at least part of the time, let alone full-time.
Because when I'm in girlmode, I'm STILL masculine. The only things that separate me from being 'one of the guys' is the fact that I sit to pee and I wear women's clothing. Nothing else about me is coded female. Not the way I walk, the way I gesticulate, the way I talk - my cadence, my choice of words - not my hobbies nor my habits, not even the way I have sex. I get excited about torque wrenches and Tom Clancy books, for pity's sake lol. Being "manly" comes naturally - being a woman is something I had to consciously learn, and it hangs over me like a smoking habit.
I don't get rewarded for being hypermasculine while female-bodied; I've always been tolerated at best, or just seen as "quirky" and "silly". Though it's made easier by being attractive. (You can get away with a lot of things when you're attractive.)
Being rewarded for being hypermasculine felt amazing, though. My RP partner addressed me as male, treated me as male, and loved/ it when I'd tease him OOC like the stud I wanted to be. It was validating. It was hot. It felt holy >-bleeped-<, mind blown.
So here I am.
I'll probably go see a gender therapist after the holidays to help me sort through this stuff, though I think I have a good handle on it. (My problem is that I think I have a 'good handle' on most things. Until I don't.) There are times when I KNOW for a FACT that I could live the rest of my life as a man, and I'm this close to sending out the email to my parents telling them they've had a son all along. And then there are times when the idea makes me really nervous, because there are things I like about being female-bodied. In many ways, it's simply the devil I know, but it's also a devil I know I'd miss.
For one, the switches do happen, though they're pretty ill-defined because of just how masc my baseline is even in girlmode. I have to look to other, subtler cues to find out whether I'm a guy or a girl that day - which pair of pants I feel like wearing, whether my hips tend to want to be thrust forward or backward, if my voice is a little deeper than normal, whether I'm masturbating or not. (If I'm horny and it doesn't occur to me to take care of it, I think that might be a way for my body tell me it wants a dick.)
Right now, I'm taking things slowly. I'm not even sure I want to go on T, though it's likelier now than it was even when I was seriously in NB territory. I still have my ovaries, but I think I naturally produce more testosterone than the average ciswoman - it's one of the suspected culprits behind PCOS after all. I'm 100% against being held prisoner by prescriptions for the rest of my life (been there, did not like it), so if I did go on T it would be temporary. The question would be, then, if the permanent changes are the things I'd want vs the temporary ones - a deeper voice would be rad, but I'm iffy about facial hair and clitoral enlargement.
My hip to shoulder ratio is pretty darn masculine as-is, and I have little body fat to redistribute. My voice is also reasonably deep, though there's still no mistaking me for a man. (I have the vocal range, it seems, of Foreigner's lead Kelly Hansen lol). I also top off at just under 5'9", so my build can very easily go either way. I've passed before, I need to remind myself - just from wearing a well-arranged binder and choice clothes.
So I think my plan is to lie low. I've started exercising a lot (this seems to be boosting my natural T levels, no lie), and hope to have really nice back/shoulders/arms at some point. I also plan to get a packer and binder for those days when I do absolutely need to be 'sir'd - this will most likely happen at BDSM/queer gatherings. Sex-wise, I imagine I'll do just fine with a Feeldoe/Realdoe. Castor oil for filling out my eyebrows more. Singing in the car to keep my voice down.
Will I be stuck cross-dressing here and there for the rest of my life? I'm not sure. My husband and I decided long ago that we were life partners, no matter what. We have too many weird priorities and life goals we want to accomplish together, too many idiosyncrasies that have been nearly impossible to find in any other person, and we know without a shadow of a doubt that we want to grow old together. I told him that I want to be there, holding his hand in 40 years no matter what I look like. The sentiment was mutual. However, if I one day decided to up and pursue transition (if being read as male full-time is what was right for me), our relationship would obviously change. But we want each other to be happy and true to ourselves no matter what, and that comes first.
For now I'm going to dabble in being read male and see what that does for me. I'll also do the therapy, see what the professionals have to say.
So that's where I'm at right now. This man's a work-in-progress.