I am feeling a bit tired and worn right now: just to let you know, before I get into any of this. What is happening with me right now is…something which often happens around the holidays. Without the focus of school, I have a tendency to slide a bit into depression. This is both a function of fewer daylight hours (I keep waking up with about three of these left), and of my long-standing gender issues.
I seem to slip in and out of periods when I’ll consider myself either genderqueer, or both genderqueer and transgender. Tonight I had the ability to give voice to some of my concerns about my future…and it was fairly tough. Something about being a 30-something Millennial, not having yet built a new family around myself…being unable to father children myself, and not wanting to carry a baby…plus the difficulty of finding someone who can both love me and respect my own view of who I am at the same time (that is, not imposing “woman” or “wife” expectations on me because I happen to be female — INCLUDING “you must agree that I’m right about everything if you’re attracted to me”)…
I tend to be a loner, though. It can be difficult to be around people when they don’t know who I am…which is most of the time. Recently, my social circle has receded back to my nuclear family, both because school is out and because I haven’t made any special efforts to have a social life. At present, though, what I’m experiencing seems like it may develop into agoraphobia if left unchecked.
Anyhow, I do have the opportunity to work on things that I couldn’t work on while school was in. It’s very apparent that I need to avoid making any large life decisions while I’m depressed, so I’m thinking I may try and channel this energy into something other than my embodiment. Right now I’m listening to music, which is helping, although it’s also disrupting my thought pattern and making it harder to put to words what I’m feeling.
It is apparent to me that I am female-identified, though not woman-identified. I don’t feel that I am clearly man-identified, though, either…I exist in some kind of liminal space where on the inside I’m a very femme bisexual guy, while on the outside I appear as a slightly butch female. (I’m sure that trying to write out some of these feelings in fictive format has not helped.) The discrepancy falls in when trying to physically “harden up” in order to appear more masculine, and on the interior not being a gay butch woman (as I’m seen) but a femme (albeit tough femme) bi male.
I suppose that if I did want to work on my embodiment, I actually do have the time (and food money) to physically harden up a bit. The difficulty (well, one of them) in having the body I do is that when I…am looking a way that I accept best, I kind of look like a cholo — which is not the greatest position to be in where it comes to my safety. But when I have long hair, especially on top of big muscles…I can (easily) look like a young male gangster, and in fact that seems preferable to coming off as a girl.
At this point, I’m unsure as to whether I’ve let the weight and acne issues go as far as they have because I look more masculine to myself at a heavier weight and with more acne. Apparently this doesn’t hold for my facial hair, though I really don’t know what I would do if I could actually grow a goatee, or hair on — whoa! both sides of my face! — right. I’m sure it would be some kind of social statement if I grew half a beard, but…somehow, I don’t think the world is ready for that, yet. 😉
Especially as I haven’t had top surgery yet…and the only reason to do so would be to blend in as male, so I wouldn’t be harassed as trans* every time I left the house. (It isn’t a good idea for me to bind my chest long-term…it has to do with the way I’m built, encouraging pain. Though there is a fix I can think of, I should really talk to my OB/GYN about it first.)
Anyway…I’m tired…and should probably sign off for tonight, now that I see what time it is. I mistakenly double-booked the day after tomorrow for two separate purposes…and I’m kind of upset about this, because that is the time in which I intended to make up tomorrow’s absence from work. Either I’ll have to go in late, or not go in at all, which will be a further out-of-pocket expense, in addition to the holidays and getting sick…
Of course, I could work a couple of days in a row, but I was pretty exhausted last time I went in (remnants of whatever got me sick in the first place), and that was after only six hours.
Maybe…I should just give myself permission to take care of myself…