Tag: gender fluid

Matilda.

I know I’d said I’d post regularly but sometimes I just don’t have anything to write about! Sorry about that. Here’s a few random little bits of writing to fill an otherwise impending gap…

Firstly, some identification spiel: Some gender fluid/gender neutral people don’t identify as transgender, some of them do. Some people who don’t identify as transgender but are GF/GN might be having medical treatment to help them achieve a physical goal. Some people do identify as transgender and GF but are not receiving any treatment. I identify as trans and GF and will (hopefully, provided I beat the NHS funding cuts) be receiving medical treatment to help me achieve a physical goal that matches what’s in my head.

I’ve read stuff/heard people say they’re confused by this, assuming that because I’m trans I want to have a full sex change. I do not. I am happy in a male body, although I don’t like identifying as one. The HRT I am waiting for will help with my physicality and allow me to identify more as a woman than a guy. I will still identify as GN because I’ll still have some days where I’m happy to just be a bloke but I’ll have more flexibility to be a woman too.

That kind of leads on this. I’m going to three Pride gatherings this month, the first in Bristol and the first time I’m strongly considering going out in full femme. I have been wearing (some) female clothes in public; heels, pencil skirts and leggings mostly as well as makeup (and my hair is nice and long now) but nothing particularly ‘risky’ or that reeeally identifies me as a girl, boobs and a bra for example. A friend of mine said to me the other day ‘you could just wear a really padded bra if you wanted to’ and while I know this, I haven’t had the guts to do it in public yet. I guess this weekend is gonna be a big step, Pride seems like the best place to bite bullet and go for it….!

Next, onto the why this post is named Matilda. I went away for a few days to London recently, my first trip away since I went public about being trans/GF last year. To most, this doesn’t sound like much of an ordeal – I’m only going to London for three nights – but I packed twice as many clothes as a ‘normal’ person would because I can never predict what mood I’m going to be in(girl day/boy day), leading to never knowing what I want to wear. I also had to consider a girl outfit that would be suitable for throwing myself around on stage, the first time I’d have dressed like a girl particularly visibly (I ended up just wearing black leggings and a Gender Is Over top, ha). Anyway, all the guitars I own have names; Sadie, Bellatrix and Bronwyn but the guitar I took with me to use at the gig I was playing is called Matilda. The gig and the trip was another milestone for me, being able to dress comfortably and confidently in a town/place I don’t know and performing to a crowd on a girl day. Both of these things were successful, I eve managed a girly shopping spree on Oxford Street. i didn’t use Matilda in the end but she was involved in this important weekend and I had to the call the blog something. Tom Traubert’s Blues by Tom Waits has also been on constant rotation recently, a song often mistakenly called Matilda.

A couple of weeks after this trip we had a heat wave and I started getting my legs out (without tights) in public. Thanks for the compliments. Without being bigheaded – I know my legs are fucking awesome and I flaunt them because I don’t have any boobs to show off and I’m a strong believer in working with what you’ve got, so legs and bum it is. But it seems that wearing a skirt and a bit of makeup to work doesn’t quite cover up the fact I’m a guy, combined with the un-education of older generations and the fact I have a fucking beard shadow that I would kill to get rid off (electrolysis can’t come soon enough) I still get addressed in ways I find plain offensive. ‘Alright geez’ from the same bloke on a number of occasions makes me want to punch someone. Yesterday I had a chap say ‘I was hoping to speak to the young lady I spoke to the other day about *insert product here* but you’re not a young lady are you’ despite being as close to femme as I can comfortably be. Doesn’t take a genius to see that a guy a dressed as a girl clearly doesn’t want to be a guy, surely…

So I end on a question. I work in retail, do I (and how should I if I did) correct these people in my place of work? I have the company I work for’s exquisite reputation to uphold but also my own integrity to maintain. Note – if this was in public, I’d correct them immediately, not caring if it started an argument or discussion, but that’s not something I’d be comfortable doing in my shop.

As always, thanks for reading. If you see me at Pride (Bristol, Bath and TransPride in Brighton) then say hello. I’ll be looking fucking FABULOUS, legs n all.

UPDATE: I never made it to Pride. Too many bullshit obstacles in my way. Better luck next time, I guess. 

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You can get Gender Is Over merch here: genderisover.com

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Bad Blood.

Today I had my first appointment at a gender identity clinic. A few people knew this and they all wanted to know how it went, so this post is is simply so I don’t have to repeat myself as well as explain a bit of what I want out of gender treatment.

So, today was like a prelim appointment before I see a specialist. I met with a volunteer at the clinic – an ex patient (lets call them J to maintain confidentiality) – and the session was a couple of hours long. It was for me ask questions and get direct answers (the internet is a dangerous place and everything I have learned from it was corrected in todays meeting) and also to give J the opportunity to explain exactly what the clinic can offer me and how everything works. These meetings essentially speed up the process when I see a doctor or a therapist as I (theoretically) will have already have had my questions and queries answered. My apologies about the excessive use of brackets, someone give me a grammar lesson!

So sometime towards the end of Summer my name will be ‘top of the list’ and I’ll be the next person to be assessed for gender dysphoria at that particular clinic (they do about two assessments a week i think). This will be done by a specialist doctor and a gender identity therapist who will hopefully officially diagnose me with the condition (although my GP has already informally diagnosed me, but then it’s pretty obvious I don’t want to solely be a guy any more, right?) and ‘suffers from gender dysphoria’ will go onto my medical record in some sort of medical record-esque way.

After this diagnosis I’ll basically then be offered a smorgasbord of treatments for me to pick and choose from with an end goal of (hopefully) my body matching what is going on in my head. I can have full surgical procedures to have bits added on or taken off (I’m not interested in surgery), HRT, laser treatment (to remove unwanted hair that HRT doesn’t take care of) and a number of other treatments. HRT and laser are my current wants; upping my production of oestrogen in an attempt to suppress production of testosterone is the normal ‘first treatment’ and will continue for the rest of my life. After that I can have anti-androgens to cease production of testosterone altogether which will render my reproductive organs more or less sexually useless as well as promoting the development of breast tissue and minimising other male characteristics like body hair, body odour and fat stores around my body.

Simply put, when I’m presented with these options, I’ll be jumping at having my beard tamed by laser treatment (it’s almost impossible to have it removed altogether) as well as taking the oestrogen boosters to minimise the ‘male drive’ in my system. If I start growing boobs while taking them then that’s a bonus in my eyes. I’ve wanted my own boobs for as long as I’ve been dressing as a girl.

That about sums up today and hopefully explains a bit more about what is happening in my head to anyone who is still trying to understand it. I have a ‘Gender Is Over’ pin badge which was on my jacket today and got masses of attention so I’ve added a picture of it along with a couple of other favourites of mine. A Google search of the slogan will direct you to their site (top result) where you can find out what it means, why it’s important and where you can buy one if you want one for yourself.

Timeline: I went to my GP saying I wanted a gender clinic referral in November 2015 and he put me in for blood tests immediately as you can’t be referred to a specialist without them. The initial test came back with a ‘prolactin spike’ (stress hormone in men and an indicator of thyroid or diabetes issues) so I was tested for all of these which took me to May 2016. I found out then I don’t have ‘bad blood’ (as my GP put it) and he processed my referral. This was accepted in June 2016 and I have been waiting since, until today (today was a volunteer meet and NOT something I had to have, I still have about four months to wait). You can do the maths; if you’re in the UK, want to see a gender clinic and your initial bloods come back okay you can expect to wait about 16 months, although this is expected to increase. I’m not getting into NHS politics.

Music: today was about 6 ours of traveling (I don’t drive so buses, trains and one of my best mates cars, Celine, were the rides of the day) so I listened to loads of music. For anyone who cares:

  • Russian Circles – Empros
  • Mastodon – Crack The Skye
  • The Dillinger Escape Plan – Dissociation
  • Every Time I Die – Low Teens
  • Baroness – Blue
  • MUTation – The Frankenstein Effect
  • Andrew Bird – Are You Serious

I also spent waaayy to much money in Topshop and New Look while I was waiting for a connection but I got a fucking stunning dress and some other little bits so I really don’t care.

Until next time 🙂

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Body Positivity.

I haven’t written anything on here for a while because I genuinely haven’t had anything to talk about, but sitting on my bed this morning deciding what to wear (today is a girl day and I went for crushed velvet leggings and one of me Gender is Over tops) I realised that there is bit of my story that I didn’t mention (I’m referencing blog three, by the way). It’s also something I’m glad I forgot to originally include because it’s given me the opportunity to expand on it.

During my late teens/early twenties when I was really starting to discover my interest in being gender neutral/fluid I was also part of a scene, just like anyone else alternative at that age. I’ve always been into heavy music and have always ‘worn the uniform’ of skinny jeans and black band t-shirts and there became a phase when MySpace was at its highest point of taking selfies for your MySpace profile, and they had to be taken at arms length or in the mirror with your emo-fringe hairsprayed across your face and as much of a pout as possible to show of your lip piercings if you had any. I fell right into this and took millions of photos just like everyone else to put on my own MySpace profile.

Now, this wasn’t exactly a thing I really enjoyed about my scene  – I did it because it was the fashion and I wanted to fit in, just like every one else – because I wasn’t ever happy with my appearance. This was when I started to buy girls clothes and creating a female wardrobe (the one I mentioned in blog three and never told anyone about) and I also used to take these MySpace-photos again when I was dressed as a girl but obviously never uploading them. It was something I never understood why I enjoyed doing but I did it none the less. When the selfie-taking phase died off and Facebook became a thing, I also stopped taking selfies and embraced the next social media trend along with everyone else. I didn’t however stop doing this when I was in ‘girl mode’ because it was a way I really felt I got to be myself.

Nowadays, I have a selfie stick and my Instagram feed has become more peppered with photos of me when I’m feeling particularly confident on a girl day, along with photos of guitars and other crap I enjoy. Although I have come out as GN/GF I still don’t totally dress how I would like to, certainly not publicly anyway.

I’m not trying to fool anyone when I’m dressed as a girl, I know I’m still biologically male – and I’m okay with that – and I’m not really bothered about being identified as one even though I’m dressed as a girl, although it is funny when friends of mine apologise for calling me ‘dude’ or something similar (seriously, I don’t care. Call me what you want!). Anyway, I’m still not totally happy with my appearance and the reason I am waiting for HRT is simply so I can attempt to get rid of my fucking facial hair without having to layer on make up, something which I hate doing, to help me pass as a girl when I want to, which is my ultimate goal.

When I get to this point I will ‘ramp up’ how I dress in public as I still don’t feel comfortable wearing some of the things I want to while my face is still unmistakably male. Although having just taken a break and made a cup of tea and read back that last sentence I feel like now I’ve just admitted to wanting to dress even more feminine that I might actually have the guts to do it, haha. See attached photo of me feeling particularly feminine a couple of weeks ago and yes, this is pretty much the ootd when I’m at home by myself…!

I’ll leave it at that for now, I’ll be posting again in a few days as I have my first appointment at a gender identity clinic very soon and I’m looking forward to writing about what happens there. It may be useful for anyone who’s thinking about getting help for similar issues to my own but doesn’t know how the system works in the UK.

If you are struggling with anything in your head I urge you to speak to your GP and ask for help. If they won’t help you, don’t take no for any answer and make another appointment. Chase up any referrals you get offered. I wouldn’t be going to the gender identity clinic myself if I hadn’t gone to my GP originally and the other people I know who are receiving help for various mental health issues wouldn’t be getting that help without seeing their own GPs either. I know it’s scary, but the help is there and it can only be accessed if YOU make the first step. So please, if you’re struggling, open your mouth.

Questions on this post – or any previous ones – are welcome and encouraged.

To the bloke who I was talking to in the pub last night about referencing your daughter in my third blog – if you read this, it was good to see you and I hope your hangover isn’t as bad as mine!IMG_2586