Testing the waters

I guess you could say that’s what I’ve been up to. As my previous posts have indicated, I’m letting my guard down a bit and exploring the possibilities. I don’t own much in the way of makeup or clothing but I’m working on that. I’m not making any drastic changes. At least not yet. Just growing my hair out, being more open with people I know and trying not to let fear eat at me. I fully realize that being trans is dangerous. There’s a girl on instagram who I follow who got followed into a library bathroom when she was transitioning. Some person she had never met broke five bones in her face. I couldn’t help but sob when I saw the photos. I love my Boyfriend and Friends and I have a wonderful support system. But I’m still frightened of this world and all the mean spirited people in it.

One thing my Mom told me is that she didn’t want me to make myself a target. I personally think as a mentally ill and queer person it’s a bit late for that. I first figured out I was trans in my early twenties. It terrified me and I repressed the living hell out of it. I kept it buried until I simply couldn’t any more. Bottom line: I’d rather be who I am and be extra careful than continue to pretend I’m cis.

I changed my facebook name to Lily. Kind of an impulsive thing. Totally ties in with testing the waters though. Anyhow I can’t change it again for six weeks so we’ll see what happens I guess. I suppose I’m genuinely curious to see how people will treat me when they realize I’m not joking or doing it for attention.

A server I work with gave me a Book from his Gender Studies class. It’s called ‘My New Gender Workbook’ by Kate Bornstein. I’m really enjoying it so far. When I told my buddy I was thinking I’m trans he was like ‘This book is just for you, go ahead and write in it, it’s yours’. So that’s another cool thing that’s going on 🙂

Even if I’m doing it in small doses or increments, I AM transitioning. Probably best for it to happen slowly anyway. My hair gets a little longer, I adjust my fashion a bit, maybe try not to talk so deeply and the world keeps turning. As for the subject of hormones and/or surgery- I’m just not sure about surgery though I probably will do hormones at some point.

In case you were wondering why I’m being so public about this then allow me to clarify my reasoning:

People see and notice things as well as ask questions. I figure that if I’m open and honest about my life and the way I’m living it, I can at least control the narrative a bit and remove some awkward confusion from the equation. It makes sense to Me at least.

It’s scary though. It astonishes me how freaked out people act when I’m outdoors in my kilt. I mean, that’s a men’s garment for the love of Baphomet! How are they going to react as I start presenting more feminine? I don’t know. I’m worried about what this could mean for job prospects and a number of other things weigh heavily on my mind.

Whatever. Time to go back to the land of cartoons 😘

Ever yours-

Lily Jane 💜


The Unthinkable

I did it. I came out to my Dad. It wasn’t a big fiery scene, he just asked me and I didn’t deny it. We didn’t talk for about a week after that, due to both of us being busy but… Yeah. That’s where we’re at.

I don’t know about gay men, but I work with a decent amount of lesbians. They have all been really supportive through this matter. One girl told me ‘He’s your Dad, he’s not just gonna disown you outright. He might say, ‘Try not to get AIDS.’, but it’s really none of his business.’.

So, yeah. My Father told me he’s not exactly thrilled about my personal life. My response was ‘Well, you’re my Dad and I don’t love you any less, so let’s just leave it at that’. ‘Okay.’ Was his response.

So yeah, the moment I’ve feared since late teenage has come. And it wasn’t that big a deal.  Alright, I’ll take it.

And the world keeps turning, yanno?

On s#&t getting real…

Pray for Thom. Oh, shall I need it. I knew it was only a matter of time. My Dad knows I’m gay and that’s where we’re at. Granted, I’m surprised he didn’t notice it until today. I’m sure there was speculation but until I posted about my boyfriend today it was just that.

I hadn’t really hidden it in a long time as doing so was ripping my soul apart. All the worry and stress finally got to where I was no longer willing to live like that. I came out on Facebook and added my Dad as a friend. Again, it was only a matter of time before it occurred to him that something might me, I dunno… Not straight.

I’ve been running from this forever and I finally decided to stop and just let it get me. My emotions are all over the place and I’m nursing a beer as I try to keep my wits about me.

I’m such a head case right now it’s not funny. Light a candle and spill some blood for your humble narrator. I need all the help I can get at the moment.