Gender Euphoria? is there a such thing?

[GamerJames]

The way I'd define gender euphoria would be similar to what Jaime-o said, those things along the road that align with your internal gender, especially when externally you are still at odds.

If gender dysphoria can raise its head as that "shutting down" feeling when you see something of your physical self that doesn't match your gender identity, then for me, I think that gender euphoria can be those gleeful times when you feel that your physical and mental realities "match".

For instance, the first time I used an STP... *that* for me was gender euphoria. The first time I wore a binder and felt the seatbelt in my car go flat across my chest... also gender euphoria. Being sir'd (pretty much every time, but I'm still new at this... lol), packing, the first time my partner moaned "James" during intimacy (sorry for the TMI), shaving my face (even though I don't have "male" hair growth, I've just always been a little furry) instead of waxing, these things give me what I'd consider to be "gender euphoric" moments.

To me, it's just the flipside to the gender dysphoria coin... And it makes the dysphoric times less depressing, knowing that another "good" moment could be right around the corner.

P.S. William, I *love* that "A happy... I has it" pic!

[K8]

It seems like at least once a day I hug myself and say "I am so happy being Kate."  I've also been on a tear lately, so frisky I'm driving people crazy.  (Fortunately I live in a small town where I can't easily get into too much trouble. )  I would guess this might be gender euphoria.

I was wondering the other day whether my complete joy at being Kate is related to how long I had to wait for it and the fact that I never expected to be able to do it.  Even when I made the first tentative steps earlier this year I thought I might be able to be Katherine, but Kate would be out of my reach.  But I am Kate and absolutely love it.

Blissfully, wonderfully, so euphoric I'm being a pain-in-the-whatever,

Kate

[Alex_C]

I'd say Yes, it's when I was a kid, 8 or 9 years old, going around in a pair of shorts, shirtless, and going around to the beach, getting up early in the morning and tearing around on my Schwinn Sting-Ray, climbing trees, having crazy sand fights, etc. my body just purely natural and non-problematic. Sure I didn't have muscles like Superman or Charles Atlas which for some reason I thought was my Dad in some earlier career, but that didn't keep me from running, climbing, swimming, paddling a board, diving, pedaling my bike up "killer hill" etc just as hard and fast and exhaustingly as I could, and then on an ideal day, going to sleep exhausted and full of my Mom's horrible cooking, and dream about flying.

Puberty wrecked all that. Sure I've been athletic as hell since but that feeling of perfect naturalness is gone. It will be back the day I can go to the beach in a Speedo only and show off muscles with a lot of Latin names.