Greetings time lords, I am le wild thing.
I come to you in a state of confusion.
Let me explain:
Over the last week, I've found myself questioning my gender. I'm 24 years( well...23 years and 343 days) old, and I am, biologically, a male. I'm usually late to these kinds of things, though. I realized I was bisexual at age 18. I'm kind of a late bloomer in that regard.
I know I'm still ME on the inside, I just don't know if my outter self reflects that properly.
I still like video games, heavy metal, wrestling, sports, and other stuff that a "guy" is "supposed to like," but the are certain things that don't feel right to me.
(Keep in mind I'm thinking this through at the same pace as I write this, so...this is pretty much brain puke)
For instance...
Him
He
His
Her
"I identify as a man/male."
"I identify as a woman/girl/female."
I lean towards identifying as a girl...because "girl" seems so right to me.
I looked in the mirror the other night while talking to my best friend. I looked in the mirror, and what do I see? Something ugly, Something to be ashamed of, someone I don't recognize anymore. "I don't want to look like this. I want to look beautiful. I want hair flowing down my back (I've been shaving my head for a while), I want to look pretty in my colorful underwear. I want a voluptuous body, with breasts and all." I don't want to be so big and hairy (6 foot, 280 lbs, weight is relatively well distributed). Just anything but this hideous face in front of me."
It hits me, "I'm ashamed of who I am. I'm ashamed of my body. For years, I've tried to look as manly/cool/macho as possible. Perhaps to make myself feel more like a man? I don't know. Maybe I just never thought about it." Then, as soon as I come close to accepting my new identity...
"My family...my co-workers...what if no one will accept me...I'll be just as ashamed...everyone will look at me like I'm just sort of freak...Maybe I am a freak..."
I don't look the least bit feminine, so if I change anything about me, they'll still look at me like I'm a freak. I feel so trapped now. I have 1,000,000 thoughts every millisecond. Things are just so overwhelming for me right now.
I'll be honest...the thought of me putting on apair of panties, and a bra, and being a woman arouses me. Not to long ago, I relieved myself of any sexual tension, and then I asked myself "Do I still want the body I pictured in my mind, even after sexual gratification?"
Yes. I'm leaning towards yes, I do.
Please...I'm scared...I don't know what to do. (Deep breaths)
Ps: my apologies for being such a mess right now. Again, things are...overwhelming to say the least.