So I got an awesome haircut on Thursday (I keep getting called 'buddy' and 'sir'...it's great!), and on Friday morning I left Nashville and flew to Burlington, VT. It was amazing, and my weekend was amazing. I finally got to meet in person the two guys who were instrumental in helping me sort out my gender identity, and they were exactly how I expected them to be (I've known them for 3 years, but time and money had kept us apart). They respected me entirely, and I felt SO comfortable. Thing is...1) I wore my Underworks binder until a couple minutes ago and it didn't hurt until I took it off (now I'm nauseous and coughing), 2) I am extremely dysphoric about my chest rightnow because I was able to ignore it for so long, 3) Tennessee now seems like even more epic fail than before and 4) I'm in love with one of the guys I hung out with this weekend, and I miss him terribly. I only got about five hours with him, and only ten minutes alone. So...heartsick, nauseous and dysphoric do not go well together. This sucks.