I want to be a boy...
But do I? Really?
I usually don't have a hard time making decisions. I want something, I figure out a way to go do it, or to go get it. I am very goal oriented.
So for me, doubting such a huge decision is giving me fits.
I've always been more male than female. I mean, look back at my childhood. I played more boyish games. I got sneered at by teachers for getting dirty cause I was rolling around with the boys. I got yelled at for sitting backwards on chairs all the time, cause that "how boys sit". I was told in my catholic classes "Remember that god made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.". Then as a teenager. Oh man, did puberty suck. The realization that I was nothing like my friends. The girls who were discovering make up and clothing that made me cringe. Nor the guys who were starting to develop real shoulders and little moustaches. I didn't fit anywhere. And damn, my breasts kept getting larger and more noticable, no matter what I did to hide them. And as an adult. I left home, I cut my hair short. I started styling it in a more edgy fashion. My parents say I look like "A dyke". I like girls, and boys. But I want to look like a boy.I start buying more masculine clothing. Men's pants. Men's underwear. Ties. I like being handsome. Some people say I look like "A stereotypical man-hating dyke". Others say I look sharp.
I discover the word "Queer". That label fits. For awhile. And then a friend says "Transgender". Oh man. That seems to fit, more. Have I "settled" for being Queer? Can I actually become a guy? Be the person I always thought I was, and am? I think I'm a guy. I really do. But then the idea of transitioning hits me and its like a ball getting thrown at your gut. And it makes me wonder. Is this something I really want? Is it something I need? Or am I jumping on some sort of bandwagon? Should I just keep a female body, but act like a guy? Or should I actually make changes, medical, physiological changes, to my body? Will it actually help me? What if none of my problems go away? What if some of them get worse?
What do I want? What do I want? What do I want?
It changes. Sometimes every few minutes. I am arguing with myself. Sometimes I want this, SO BAD. Other times I wonder if I can just stay this way, and avoid all the stress and pain of changing myself. The drama of having to tell everyone in my life. And explaining it to them. What it feels like to hate your body this much. And to feel like you don't match what you are on the inside. And that YES, you have thought about it. Quite a bit, thank you very much. And yes, this is the name that was chosen for me, and that I have called myself for years. And in convincing others, am I convinced myself? I think so, at the moment. But then doubt creeps in. And, ugh, the cycle starts again.
I can't be the only one having the arguement with myself. Please, tell me I'm not the only one...
Please.
-Bear