(I never know how to start these things.)
A few nights ago I went out to eat with my parents. Everything was going really well until it was time to order. My dad did the very macho 'ordering-for-all-the-women-at-the-table' thing and tried to order for me. I guess I gave him a pretty bad look because he said "well I guess she can do it." But that in itself is already outing me to the waiter. I got really upset about it. It's hard for me to explain to my parents why stuff like that can just kill me. After the waiter left the table I said I was going to wait in the car and that they could just put my food into a box or whatever. Lost my appetite. Later on my mom said she had absolutely no idea what they did wrong. I still haven't explained it to them, because I feel like people are getting annoyed with me. And my girlfriend, Alicia, just says that it's going to take time for them to adjust. And after all, I haven't asked them to use the correct pronouns in public. It feels like a major step back because even though my dad has known about me transitioning since May, we didn't talk about it until a few weeks ago. He said "if there's a guy in there, let's get him out." It was really reassuring and probably one of the best things he could have said. But now my parents are more like "well, you know it's hard for us, and it's going to take a while for us to be used to it." I think 'used to it' means okay with it or able to function around it.
It's also hard because my sister is the only person in my family that doesn't know about it. Everyone (even me, at times) thinks it's a better idea to not tell her until I absolutely have to. But, she lives with me (and my parents) so even if my parents were to become more sensitive about my feelings, they still have to consider that she doesn't know about it.
I've decided not to go anywhere with my family until I can get this stuff sorted out. I just can't handle it.
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I went out with some friends this weekend. I don't do that very often. I don't have any friends that you could consider best friends, I don't really talk to anyone about really personal stuff on a consistent basis (other than Alicia). We went to a park and hung out. They were high and pretty gone, but they were good about calling me Tyler and "he". The history with these people is pretty rich. I think with them, it's like...they weren't necessarily surprised about it, but they weren't expecting it either. But even though they're pretty good about it, I still feel like we're shutting eachother out. We don't have anything to talk about. Truth is, I'm too in my head, and I'm too into transitioning that it seems like it's the only thing I'm interested in talking about. I just want this waiting period to be over (but is it ever really over?)
Earlier today (or yesterday, seeing as it's 5:30 am) I went out with a friend who I hadn't seen since...November, maybe. We used to be really close. I told her I was transitioning through an email and said we should get together sometime. We went out for coffee and went a few different places, pretty much we just talked for about 4 and a half hours. I figured she would be really okay with me transitioning because she's always been one of the most open minded people I've known, and because of this I talked about little things (like how even when I try to wash my hands in mens restrooms, there's rarely any soap in there) and I felt like it would be fine. I guess it was but every once in a while she'd make a comment that was a little...off. She's in college, she said something about a girl who used to sit in front of her in class and how she couldn't figure out if she was a man or a woman. I felt like she was missing the point entirely. I agreed that sometimes TS's can kind of...overdo masculinity or femininity, but I feel like if someone is presenting as a woman, that's how they should be thought of. So that man or woman thing just seemed really insensitve to me.
I guess going into it I figured I could possibly have an interesting conversation about like...the way people treat men differently than women. Or what testosterone even does. It just seems like most people will ask me enough for them to kind of know what's going on, and then they'll want to move on and not mention it anymore. It doesn't give me much room to breathe. I don't know if it makes people too uncomfortable, or what.
I had the same next door neighbors for 11, 12 years. Piper and Cyrus. I've always considered them to be family, even to the point of calling their father my dad at times. We were never close in the way that you talk about, I don't know, sex or really personal things, but we hung out almost everyday when we were kids. So they grew up knowing me and how I've never been into 'girly' things. I finally told Piper, and I got my first really bad reaction. The first stab in the heart type of thing. She basically told me that, while she's sorry I've had to go through life feeling like my body is inconsistent with my mind, she can't recognize me as anyone other than the person she's always known. She says she REFUSES to call me Tyler and kept calling me by my birthname through our entire conversation. We haven't talked since.
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Alicia lives three hours north of me. She's down here a lot and we're getting an apartment together soon. Things are really good with us, aside from the fact that I'm a jealous ->-bleeped-<- and I can't get over it.
She's working at a job that is 7 days a week and lasts 2-4 weeks. It's been four days and it's already hell for me, knowing it's going to be so long until I can see her. Anyway, she's been telling me about the people at work...three guys she's been talking to, in particular. She's a supervisor for these guys, the job is detasseling. So she's been telling me about conversations they've had, and dirty jokes they've told, how this one guy says he's going to rotate her tires for her. And it just ticks me off so much. First off because these guys get to see her every day, and second because it seems like they have this protective male thing over her. And I always resented that so much, really, any time a guy would try to do that to me I would be absolutely seething. I guess she can blow that off as 'whatever, they're guys' but for me it's this big territory war. I don't want any other guys being like that with my girlfriend. I guess because I've gone through it and know what it feels like to be treated like...I don't know, land that people are fighting over, and because I know how much I hated it, it just feels disrespectful to me and to her that these guys are so chummy with her. When I'm three hours away and get to talk to her for 45 minutes every day, and that's only if I'm lucky.
I hate men. I always have. Calling myself a lesbian was so, so easy. I hated it when men thought they could, what, give me something? I don't know. But now my thinking is...god, well, they could have. In the sense of marriage, children, whatever, men can always give women more than another woman can give her.
So that just sucks, right? I keep feeling like I'm never going to be enough, I'm never going to be fully male, I'll never be able to give my wife children, we'll never be able to function sexually just like a straight couple would. I would absolutely love to have to worry about a condom breaking. I would LOVE that. It just hurts so much, knowing that I'm a guy who essentially can never really be a guy.
I think that's why I feel like I can never be with a straight woman. I don't feel like I'm in a lesbian relationship when I'm with a lesbian, but I feel like...lesbian couples and couples with a TS involved pretty much have the same options when it comes to children.
I guess that's what it's really about. I can't wait to have a family, and I have this tearfully deep pain of knowing that it can never be genetic. I don't get it, though, because when I was a 'lesbian,' that didn't bother me as much. Maybe because as a lesbian I was planning to adopt and now I'd much prefer my wife to have children. And in my head I know that I could love any child that has anything to do with the woman I'm with, and I could love it as my own and will love it as my own. But there's that constant thought I just can't get past...that it won't be. Not genetically. Why does this bother me so much? Maybe because I feel like I should tell the kids. I feel like everyone deserves to know their past and where they came from. Maybe because eventually I'd like to be open about being TS with my children, and I know that they would connect the dots. Maybe because I can't fathom having that conversation, doors slamming, telling me they hate me and I'm not really their father. Losing respect. Would they do that? I don't know. But it's always my worst fears that manifest when you think about future possibilities.
I just want to finish school (I start back today, should be done in two months or so if I can get my gym class out of the way) and move in with Alicia. I want to start college in January and transitioning when I turn 18, in May.
I just want some semblance of happiness again.