I'll try posting more. By my nature I'm quiet and I'm more of an observer than a participant, but I need to get engaged.
I don't know... Ever since finally facing this whole mess it's become all-encompassing and I feel just so emotionally exhausted. There's been some little tick in the back of my mind for years telling me this, but I refused to confront it. If I wasn't so tall. If I wasn't naturally built like a tank. If my hairline weren't so damn high. If I didn't have women's size 15 feet. If my hands weren't so broad. If.. if... if... So many damn 'ifs.'
In a strange way I both wish I were born female, but at the same time I recognize that I am myself and I wasn't born female. Any other combination of DNA wouldn't be "me." If I were born as a girl I wouldn't be the person writing now. That person would be some other person and I wouldn't exist. Existential crisis to be sure.
What I obsess over more is that I didn't grow to be more feminine in structure and in sound. Then all of this would be much easier and I'd have transitioned years ago. I'd be much more certain to pass, to be able to go stealth. This feeling isn't going to go away any time soon, though, and I'm aware that the sooner I do it the better my results. My biggest concern is that I don't only see myself as being internally female; I also want society at large to see me as a woman.
To put my feelings into the most succinct words possible, sometimes when I start to question my transness I wonder why I couldn't just have been born as a cisgendered male? Then my dysphoria kicks in and I realize that I find no comfort in the male side of myself. I have no actual desire to be a man. I, as a being, can find no comfort there. The only way I can feel comfortable with myself is to see myself as a woman. Then it becomes obvious.
Men don't feel that way. I'm no man. Still, 30 years of trying to be a man doesn't go away overnight and society tries to convince us that being a man is an ideal state. As if having a penis grants real power in and of itself. That's truly just absurd. The only sense of power that my penis has ever given me lies in my lack of desire to use it and in my desire to not want to have it.
Explaining my specific feelings on that is an entire subject unto itself, though. This is enough to share tonight.