The Chronicles of Lily Jane Part I

Things have been more than a bit perplexing of late. I’m moving forward with my transition as well as I’m able to currently and despite the passage of time seemingly coming to a crawl…. Stuff IS happening. I’m not sure what I should go into first here so bear with me as I struggle to articulate my thoughts.

I’ve been socially transitioning since I came out as Transgender in March so about five months now plus some change. I’m building up a new collection of clothing, working on makeup skills and doing my best to alleviate my sometimes crushing dysphoria. I have been seeing my longtime therapist again since coming out and he’s been really great and supportive. He is not a gender Therapist though so I referred him to one that I’ve been in contact with about figuring out what the standards/criteria for the gender dysphoria diagnosis letter. After that I’ll go to an Endocrinologist and hopefully begin hormones soon though I think Florida may require a year of social transition first.

Not crazy about living in Florida. Many of the people are mean and paranoid and I feel like I have a target on my back here, even in my most confident state. I’m working on facing my fears and doing my best to be strong. People I know tell me they think I’m brave or something and while I appreciate the sentiment I feel compelled to confess that I am frequently overwhelmed and absolutely crippled by fear and anxiety. I’m okay for the most part being out in public but strangers and crowds are really starting to freak me out sometimes. I’m usually okay at a concert or something but I’m finding myself getting really perturbed when I go pretty much anywhere. I know it’s not fair on my part because most people are totally cool but I’m seriously developing a bit of a social phobia and it’s been making me really have more of a sense of urgency about keeping myself together.

While I’m much happier day to day since coming out as trans, I’m also finding myself having to handle far more anxiety and apprehension than I have ever had to shoulder. The Rheumatoid Arthritis has been it’s usual capricious self so I’ve been riding my bike obsessively recently. I’m usually okay as long as I keep myself steadily burning all this bipolar energy. But sooner or later I have to slow down or stop. That’s where things get challenging for me to deal with.

I get into a lot of awkward situations and look for unisex bathrooms wherever. Not that feminine looking so no matter where I pee I’m gonna get dirty looks and perhaps worse but… Whatever. Hopefully things improve for future generations.

I miss the outlet that I used to have in Theatre. But I feel like all I could do at this stage is help behind the curtain. I don’t want to play male roles and I’m not confident in myself enough to seek out female ones yet. I’m not saying that I never will be, just that I’m not there and it distresses me. I’m hoping I face this soon as I feel like this part of my soul is withering.

Really doing the best I can to be a good Lily. I’m plagued by self doubt and this ugly part of Thom’s emotional baggage that refuses to let myself take credit or pride in anything. I know I’m a fairly decent person but I constantly juggle bipolar disorder with an autoimmune disease (RA) and the stress of transitioning and….. I can’t properly put into words how exhausting it sometimes is being Me… I keep pushing forward because at ever so slight a pacing…. Things are improving. I don’t hate the sight of myself any more. There are things I can and will change but…. I’m mostly okay with my meat skeleton.

I still have flashes of absolute spiritual agony from time to time. Believe me, those abrupt shifts can make you completely mad. But I’m learning that somehow I still have a friend in myself. We’re even closer than ever since I allowed her to reveal herself 😹

I still haven’t come out to my Dad. I’m afraid of how he will react. I know he doesn’t have a particularly high opinion of trans people and I’m afraid but…. I know I’ll have to deal with it eventually. Just not today.

I keep moving through the various systems like I have some idea of what I’m doing. Sometimes I’m not even faking. The closer I’ve become with my inner self the more determined I am to never retreat. Lily has a name, a close confidante in herself, and amazing support network. The thing I’m becoming super adamant about is not letting my emotional or physical pain turn me into a jerk. I know who the fuck I am and who I want to be and….

I’m here for the Long haul 😘

It feels Lovely to spill my guts in the form of a Planet Berserk Post. Swear I’m going to try to be more prolific.

Love-

Lily Jane 💜

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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.

-T