(rambling daydream alert)
Maybe I'm just feeling wistful today, but did you ever feel like kicking yourself in the butt for your career choices after you realized you were trans?
I was so aimless with my life, in terms of career choices. So ridiculously aimless. I traveled a lot, so at least there was that. I'm an artist at heart.
I never wanted to be a mom, but in my explorations of that, one of the rationalizations I gave myself was, "I don't want kids yet because I don't have a job that would let me support them AND be there for them." So now I have an extremely feminine job with a schedule conducive to raising children, good pay (for myself, anyway), and it isn't stressful on my body.
Still didn't make me want kids, though. I just don't ever want to experience pregnancy because my software does not match the hardware.
I've said flippantly before that I wouldn't care if I had kids, if all I had to do was make tons of money and let my wife spend it on whatever she wants. But there is some truth in that I would feel more comfortable in a traditional provider role.
I've been reading lots of interesting happily ever after stories about trans men ending up with straight cis women. I have no idea what path I will end up taking, but it did make me stop and think. And wonder.
I do not make enough money to support an entire family doing what I do. (A lot of people don't, no matter who they are, but I'm daydreaming.) It makes me feel a little bit like less of a man? Which is kind of silly? I never wanted that kind of familial role as a woman, either.
And maybe at the end of the day I'd just decide, screw this, I'm an artist, and my artistic sensibilities would still overtake everything?
I'm a little bummed I didn't have a crystal ball that would have told me the future so I could have made a different decision. But that is generic life regrets 101 and I would be silly to get hung up on that. "If I had known I would grow up to be a man..."
The truth is, I have killer domestic skills... and a job insanely conducive to raising kids if I ever have them. I'm sure some women would find that valuable.
I make enough money to at least pick up the tab for dinner once a week, so I can enjoy my ten seconds of manliness there. (I feel like such a boss when my friends come to visit from out of state and I pay for them. Mwahaha.)
There really isn't a question or a moral to the story here... I'm just imagining things that I never thought possible before.
My magic eight ball says the odds are still overwhelmingly in favor of no kids. I could also end up with a man.
It doesn't answer when I ask if the weird transformation novel I'm writing will make me the next J. K. Rowling, so maybe I can still have my dreams of being a sugar daddy and eat them, too.