I've been feeling a bit weird lately about having had top surgery.
Don't get me wrong, it feels great and I look great and it's awesome. But I think that back when I originally set the date and had the surgery, I was in so much distress that I lost sight of some things I should have thought about. What I did think about was myself, my body, and the relationship between the two. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that though, and in fact it's probably more important than what I'm thinking about now.
Now, the initial excitement has worn off. I'm over the thrill of my new body, and I'm finding myself unsure of how to navigate the world from inside it. I've been applying and interviewing for jobs, and I puzzle over the 'preferred name' space on the form and how to present for interviews. I'm (fairly) newly single, and I don't know when, how, or what to disclose to the people I've been meeting.
Sometimes I even think I should have gone without the surgery, and continued to present in a way that would let me blend in rather than stick out. Which is ridiculous, considering the wonders that top surgery has done for me and my outlook. But there's that part of me that insists it would be easier that way, to move through the world as just another woman, attracting and dating straight men.
I've come to a point where I'm comfortable in my body, but it seems that the rest of the world isn't comfortable with it yet. I guess this is social dysphoria. I'd love to be seen as something other than a man or a woman, but I don't really have that option. I'd love to find lovers that don't see me as an atypical woman, or the 'exception' to their orientation, but that hasn't really happened yet.
Anyone know this feel? Where you're just fine, it's the rest of the world that has a problem?
I have no idea where this post is going, or in what form any input should come. This would have been better off as a blog post or journal entry, but I don't keep a journal or a blog where this might belong.