Even though the roots of the word seem to stem from transphobic culture and pseudoscience, it was nice to be able to verbalize and better conceptualize the specific emotions that I had been feeling ever since I realized that my long suffering may have been caused by gender dysphoria: I could finally, for the first time in my life, feel a slight… Tingling? Infatuation? Just by imagining, envisioning, that someday I will attain a female body makes me feel lighter inside. I don’t have to hate myself, my body, my gender expressions. And, on top of all this newly found freedom, I feel sexually viable. As a potential partner to others, as somebody that people can actually desire. It’s an effect of the euphoria, of the realization that I can be something, or someone, else than what this ciscentric society has forced upon me.
Just venting thoughts and feelings that I cannot vent anywhere else. No need to reply! ☺️
yeah it always seemed weird to me that people hold up being attracted to yourself as some unforgivable perversion. why wouldnt you want to find yourself attractive? talk about a confidence boost.
since i started transitioning ive pretty much exclusively chosen clothes that i think make me look cute, and its been working out great. ive gotten more complements from strangers on one of my favorite dresses in the few months ive had it than i got in 30 years as a man. i was never able to dress well as a man because no matter what i wore i hated it, and i had to be told by others if something looked good on me.
So relatable i might as well have written it myself.