So.....a recap.
I SHOULD tell my mother again, because now that I don't live at home she might take it a little better. But I've never been able to tell even a single person in person. Pathetic letters left when I went to school, MSN conversations, e-mails, friends who knew telling people (Jackass.) I might be able to do it on the phone... but I dunno. I hate REAL conflict so much, even if I do revel in starting petty conflicts.
My metal friends, who I call "The guys" to give an indication of our level of friendship, will probably not understand the way I want them to, even if they probably will understand on some sort of superficial level. No matter what, my friendship with them will never be the same again if I tell them.
My career prospects for Japan will basically be screwed over if I come out come out, but I haven't even really told a close cabal of friends at this point, so that's basically counting my chickens.
I think what needs to happen is that I should tell my mom that I suffer from gender dysphoria. I should tell her that I'm often unhappy with my gender, and even though sometimes it's alright, that other times it makes me numbingly depressed. I should probably point out that I understand that, rationally, this is not my best choice, but emotionally I don't seem to have ANY choice. I should probably point out that transition doesn't necessarily mean surgery, though I'm not keen on having children in the first place.
I should probably tell my friend who knows' boyfriend about my dysphoria. There's one other person that I think would be a good idea too. I also think that I should be more open about my being transgendered with the one or two people in my life who already know, instead of treating like a dirty little secret that we share... but it's so hard because on some level, I do feel guilty just for being transgendered. I mean.... when I told my parents in high school, they really carried on like it was all my fault, and that I was totally inconveniencing them and ruining their lives with my petty little teenage problems until I lied myself back into the closet. But I'm 21 now... and it went away for almost two years with the occasional need to dress, and then it came and went for about two years, and I think it might be here to stay now.
That all seemed so clear when I typed it, but now I'm thinking on all that I typed and I'm terrified. Absolutely, mind numbingly stupefied by what lays before me...