(I don't promote drug use. Also, I rarely smoke and I've never tried hard drugs.)
I was smoking with my best friend and this is the most vivid I have ever been able to see that I'm a girl who was raised to be extremely tough and manly. Before tonight I primarily thought about my gender in a logical way, as a collection of affinities that I need to placate in order to be at my best (not a very emotional way of thinking), but now I'm able to subjectively look at myself, but with understanding and vaguely as a whole. I won't bore you with a description of myself and I'll probably primarily go back to my old way of thinking in the morning, but I think this is a sign of progress, so I wanted to record it.
Also, even though life has been hard and continues to be hard, I'm normally, like now, at peace, which I'm very thankful for. I'm really doing my best to be my best, so when I'm old and dying I can say, "I'll miss this, but it was great and it's time."
One more thing. I'm moving as slowly and methodically as possible with transitioning, because I don't want it impede other goals in my life, but when I put my mind to something, I always see it through, so I think it really will happen, which both excites me and scares me.
I'm sorry for the random person at the bar rant. I'll probably be embarrassed in the morning, but I rarely feel happy for more than a few minutes, so I wanted to share it.