Hello everyone

Thank you for replying.
I was quite fired up when writing it, and easily get fired up about in general. Thank you for the encouragement about being myself, as well. I don't know really how to be what I want to be though, as it conflicts so much. I'd hoped the therapy would assist in addressing these issues, to trace the genesis of certain thoughts, fears and wishes, but as yet no results have yielded. Nothing to aid clarity, anyway. Its all very duff. I feel like a fool and it disturbs me that I am eternally restless about the whole situation.
Hanazono, I'm not surprised there were things people may take issue with.
I see women and I feel almost repulsed by their curves, the fact there's extra fat on certain places, perhaps its some weird hidden misogyny I had no idea existed? I also am repulsed by the male shape, and how I've developed over the years as a man. I'm getting that burnt-out look that men get when they reach thirty+ - hair's all lank and thin, skin looks greasy but shapeless, eyes dull, etc. I feel scared of becoming either it seems, perhaps due to the fact I was quite androgynous until quite recently?
What I can't understand about me is why I feel I need to see a feminine face when I picture myself, and why I automatically have always wanted to look more delicate, more refined, prettier, etc, instead of wanting to look more manly. I know that "looking pretty" is not what being a female is all about, but I mention that wish to draw attention to the fact that I've distinctly never wanted to look male - I've never wanted the traits attributed to looking male. I don't like the harshness and the chunky bits and such, it doesn't represent me and how I wish to present. Ultimately I think that its more about presentation than prettiness, but there is a high level of wanting to achieve attractiveness, but its more of a raw female softness and attractiveness and not the airbrushed, sexualised image of femininity that men tend to prefer.
However, this contradicts my appreciation for my male deep voice (despite the fact that I felt initially crestfallen when I discovered that my voice had dropped). Ultimately I feel I've fully come to accept my voice. And I also appreciation certain parts of my male body, though the way I see them and use them and express them is decidedly feminine. An accurate analogy would be to imagine a curious lesbian cis-girl getting the opportunity to "wear" (or joyride) a male body whenever she wants, though her identity would still be female. I don't own my male body like a man tends to own his body.
Ultimately though, the problem is, that taking HRT would impair the attributes that I appreciate.
I just can't get this identity to work in my own friggin' head!! And if I can't get it to work in my own head, how the hell can I make this work externally in a world of bigots and stereotypes? I need to be completely cast-iron in my resolve, commitment and confidence to make this identity work and to make it, and myself, powerful enough to be able to ride the social, physical and financial storms of transition. Otherwise I'll run aground in the process and be broken up by all the conflicting external and internal forces at work.
I've developed a massive chip on my shoulder, now. I feel much jealously towards even the women that I fancy and date, its morphing into an anger that makes me feel like I am boiling. And yet I also have this fear of turning into them. Plus I also constantly feel the need to defend my masculinity to people, to hide my femininity, or be written off by them as weak, effeminate, whimpish and irrelevant.
I feel like I'm trapped, as if I take HRT, and my genitalia ceases its work without significant advantages elsewhere (such as decent facial feminisation), then I'd fall into the purgatory that is broken androgyny. A man is his genitalia, without it, he is nothing (according to society). And so, to loose that, its very scary as social currency equals happiness. Otherwise you're just a lonely, irrelevant person who no one will date or employ.
And this is why I am so angry. Its all festered into a poisonous feedback loop, a soup of anger, hate, fear and confusion. And I dislike myself for turning into this.
Hats off to everyone on Susan's who manage to work this all out, go out, do what they need to do and get on with life. That's some serious gumption, very admirable.