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Cake day: June 14th, 2026

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  • I think taking away the burden of choice regarding the changing room could be nice – towards a trans woman at least. So, if they’re a woman, just show them the women’s changing room. If they show hesitancy, then tell them they’re of course free to use the other room as well.

    A trans woman in men’s changing room can end up encountering some seriously shitty shit. A trans woman in women’s changing room is definitely safe, and unlikely to end up in any negative encounters whatsoever.

    I’ve been very pleasantly surprised by how positively cis women react to trans women! 🩷

    Many trans women can feel insecure about their right to use the women’s changing room, so gently pushing them that way as showing that as the assumed default will help them.

    Also make sure that the customer knows that if there should be any conflicts with other customers, you definitely will have their back!



  • There are, but I am not aware of one that would prescribe anything without a trans diagnosis from the public healthcare. And because I got diagnosed with psychosis for being transgender, it will take a couple of years for them to agree to give me a trans diagnosis. Now they see me as fake trans who just “has psychosis that will eventually pass and he will be male again”. Once the “psychosis” is “dealt with”, they’ll probably give me the diagnosis.

    Those private ones are useful if you have plenty of money and want to skip the queues that can be 1½ years long, but first you need to get the public healthcare to cooperate. And in my case it won’t, for the time being.








  • Well, I went to the capital for the first Pride I’ve attended as something else than “supporting those who need this”. I’ve marched there twice before, but this time I was wearing my skirt and some jewelry and was in the trans block. It felt awesome how people were screaming “wooooo!” when they saw our block. And then there was that obligatory corner with “Christians” that had their idiotic signs. And in front of them and on both of their sides there were people with rainbow flags that were shouting “you are loved and valuable”. And they almost completely managed to nullify the effect of the “Christians”, and actually probably made the encounter net positive, because I really loved the effort those people had made to make us feel safe and loved in middle of that visual-verbal attack. My heroes! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

    And then at the Pride hangaround after that, I encountered such balanced and well-living happy trans women, and they were talking about car mechanics that I have zero experience of, and other things that teenage boys have usually done but I haven’t, and I was a bit gobsmacked. But, that helped me understand something important: That I had been gatekeeping myself from womanhood. What I really need is my normal hormonal balance, that I have still never in my life had.

    So, I decided that in some months I will begin HRT. I only understood in April that I am trans, so for me all this has been quite a rollercoaster.

    But then, the day after that was full of sadness. I was feeling anxious, I was feeling saddened, nothing seemed to inspire me. What a weird contrast to the happy feelings I had had just the previous day at the Pride. That I evening I talking in phone with my mom that is mostly very supportive but sometimes says “lovely” stuff such as “OH NO NO NO NO NO, not to my child, that would be so horrible, I really hope you won’t need it!” some month or so ago, when I spoke to them about “possibly but unlikely wanting HRT” or ends the call meaning to say “Remember that no matter what, you will always be my child”, but lets out a Freudian slip where the word “child” is replaced with “son”. Anyway, in that call I figured out this sadness has somehow something to do with the decision I made that I will start HRT. And she asked: “Could it be that you’re feeling a sadness of farewells? That you’re sad because you’ve letting go of something.”

    And I started crying a medium-sized pond of tears, sobbing: “Apparently, because that question made me cry this much.”
    So, when this year began, I was still trying to learn how to live properly as an adult. (As an adult man.) And that had never really worked out. And I had no idea I was trans. Now I am finally letting go of that weight, and yes, that’s a big good change, but also a lot to leave behind. In some way it means giving up on a goal I had for about two decades. Me as a male was an unattainable goal, and it’s kind of funny it took me quarter a century to notice that.

    But, better late than never.

    So, yeah, that’s how my last week’s worth of days has been.



  • noticing that all of my role models were girls.

    and

    I fluctuate but it’s between feeling “more woman” and “less woman”, though I’m always a woman.

    were things that I really needed to read in my mood tonight. Thanks! 💗

    I hadn’t really noticed how much I’ve rooted for Cinderella and Snow-white when I was a little boy. And while I did indeed like watching Batman, I never really related with Batman. It’s always just been some stimulating action that’s been fun to watch, but Batman has not been something I would ever felt any interest in becoming like. Watching Pocahontas I could relate to the character, watching Batman or Superman I was more of an outside observer, in a way. Interesting!