July 19

    Hello… just dropped off my Mom at the air-port… came home, took shower, broke out the skirt, etc.  Whew.  Feel like I want to chat a bit.  I can still “feel” like she’s around… nice feeling.  We had a good visit.  At one point she even borrowed my nail polish to re-do hers.   Seemed like there were a few gender-related conversations.  She even mentioned that she was still ‘kool’ with my plans.  Of course I’m still looking at waiting 34 months to get started on stuff.  But at least she knows.

    One thing she did ask me about was surgery… she wondered if I could handle the pain.  She also wondered if it was “right” to alter a “natural” configuration of organs.  She also wondered if I really wanted all the negatives of womanhood… drooping boobs and menopause.  Not so much could I hack it, but why invite all that stress into my life.

    I had a few replies, but the one that seemed to come back again and again is that I did not think I had a choice in the matter.  I feel a rest-less within me that I think will be present until I do experience more of transitioning.  I think that’s it, to be honest.  The pain is intense, but I wonder how that compares to all the pain of life so far, in feeling like a woman and not having the right sex organs.  I guess that’s about it.  I also sent some email to the kind nice lady who phoned 911 for me last year at this time.  Just wanted to thank her.

July 20

   Me again – later. I had not taken a hot bath for a long while… it felt good.  Feel like I should write something.  I don’t know what.  I feel like I lived today… if that means anything.  I guess it does.  I can remember it being about this time last year that I got it in my head that with credit cards I could pay for electrolysis and such.  I think I was on that bandwagon till about a week before school started.  I think I hit upon the idea that I needed to see if school was for me or not.

    Now… today… well, I am about one month from Grad school.  A selling point is that I’ll be making more money per year when I get done, so I can start “Special Project K” sooner.  Hard to realize at times that I have taken a step ahead.  I told my Mom that I was curious to see what would pop up over the next 3 years to keep me from transitioning down the line.  I don’t think that’s pessimism… just me wondering about the future.  I guess the obvious is that if I am not making enough money to pay for electrolysis right away, then I’ll do it when I can.  Ideally I want to shoot for 4 hours a week… that way a year later I can seek out hormones with a cleaner face.  At $50 an hour, however, that is $200 a week… $800 a month.  Will I make that much money?

July 23

    I still would like to be a woman all over.  I would like to sound more female on the phone.  I’m wondering about tomorrow.  I don’t really know what to do with myself… tired of all the diversions, but what else can I do?  I really don’t mean to complain… no complaints.  I did updated my budget to include hormone therapy, so I know I can do it… all is set for “Special Project K.”  I guess I am just sitting here and feeling lonely.  In many ways feel like the Boy in the Bubble… have everything I need here, which is nice.  But I don’t want to go outside ‘en femme’… not that I would anyway… hmm.  Guess I would like some companionship… don’t know what/how.  It’s more than just TS stuff.

    A name for me would be Robin… I envision myself as being an androgynous person… at a glance could not say male or female… this is the ‘just am’ of my existence.  I grew into this role… a compromise of necessity and desire.  I don’t know if I will remain through the transition.  My best guess is that Karen will take over… for the time being she has no real face or dimension… other than she is a culmination and precipitation of my waiting female childhood and adolescence.  I imagine when the time is right she will take seed and grow quickly into a young woman.  At some point perhaps we shall merge and the lines of discernment will get blurry… perhaps concluding in a synthesis.  I don’t know… these are my feelings and I’m doing my best to share them.

    So me sitting on the couch in the darkness… starting to cry a bit and not knowing why.  Like a concerned parent I gave Karen a hug and asked her what was wrong… why were we crying.  In the sniffle-sniffle-talk-sniffle fashion of young children she just sobbed a bit and said she was lonely.  I held her close and tried to coo her a bit… told her all would be okay.  I cried a bit too… and I guess that’s it.  I’m waiting for things to cool down a bit.  I don’t know what tomorrow holds… have many things I could be doing.  I don’t want to stay cooped up here all day… perhaps I can come up with a compromise? Hmm.

July 24

    One concern of my Moms is that I waste my life… which I can see up to a point.  But perhaps as John Lennon said “Life is something that happens to you while you do something else”… which for me means that yes I want to be more of a woman, and yes I want to live more as a woman, but I’m not going to do it by sitting in the dark.  I will be going to school, and working on plays for the next 5 years… and beyond.

    But if I think for a moment… there really is not much that I do outside of my apartment anyway.  I do like to go to the park, and I do like to exercise, but on average I am your “inside” type of gal… so I’m not really loosing much anyway… if that makes much sense.

    Another thing is that I am in a unique period… no classes going on, and no real outside diversions.  I’m trying to think about what I used to do for fun… seems like it was a declining bit of activities… I don’t enjoy computer games as much as I used too, and the same can be said of my old stand-by of Anime.  So I feel that my own interests are changing a bit… and perhaps those are outside the realm of being gender related.  I feel comfortable to cook and clean… the domestic things.  But what do adults do for fun?  They exercise, watch TV, read… perhaps play an occasional game of something.  Couples I guess have a level of interaction both physical and emotional beyond what single people can do.

July 26

    Had a curious observation… guess it was being able to shave in the morning and watch the stubble grow so to speak.  I used the lightest foundation this morning… so as the day went on and the “five o’clock shadow” made it’s way out… it was very obvious.  But, even as late as bed-time I can look in the mirror and still see myself.I tried to do about 2 minutes of voice stuff… I could not get my voice to bend much.  I am starting to loose faith about results.  I know I have a long time to go… no real rush on things… won’t need a female voice till 2004… but you know what it’s like to see yourself developing… looking better.  And the voice just is not there yet.  But what else can I do?

    Whew.  It’s nearly the end of 1999.  I’m looking at May 2003 for the start of electrolysis, and May 2004 perhaps for estrogen.  An option is to wait a year then so I get it out of the way before estrogen.  I think in the end it is going to be saving up for SRS that will push that back.  I know there is a 2 year waiting list of sorts… but it will take time to get the money for the operation. Bummer.   You can’t pull $15k out of thin air.  Would SRS before 40 be a good goal?  Wish I could do something… I know I’m not whining… oh well.

July 27

    Well… near the end of my wits, I suppose… sort of waiting for that second wind to come around.  Chance brought me in contact with a post-op picture… and it’s all I can think about… tick-tick-tick goes the clock.  I don’t want to whine, and I think I’ve said everything before… tick-tick-tick.  Seriously… I want to be more female than I am… what else is there to say?  I hate to sound repetitive… I hope I can make it… I’m sure all will happen when it is supposed too… but you know what it is like to wait.  Even in light of the post-op images… I’m ready… just waiting for $$$… know what I mean?

July 29

    I’m tired of all this shit.  Tired of waiting.  Tired of being ready.   Tired of the self-analysis.  I’m a seed waiting for the right time to germinate.  When, when, when?

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