Learned from a Jewish friend yesterday that there’s an argument to be made that what was taken from Adam to make Eve is not accurately translated as a “rib”, but rather “side” or “aspect”.
So that would mean God took the feminine from Adam to make Eve, leaving behind the masculine.
Working backwards then, if Adam was originally made in the image of God and encompassed both masculine and feminine, God is enby, and by embracing both we can draw nearer to the divine.
Trying to work the week before bottom surgery is like trying to pay attention to the teacher the week before Christmas. Who can possibly concentrate like this?
Getting ready for this feels like I’m planning a crime. I half expect the gender police to bust down my front door and haul me away in handcuffs at any moment.
It’s a wild thing to be on the verge of realizing your dreams.
Ugh. My white blood cell count was high during my pre-surgery clearance exam two weeks ago. Doctor had me re-blood draw today and it’s still high. If this screws up my surgery, I’m absolutely gonna scream.
I had pink eye during the week between the blood draws. My kids, like all kids, are germ favorites. Not sure if that’s related. I was asymptomatic the days of both tests.
So the doctor waits two days to call me back, finally does so after 5 o’clock on a Friday from a number I’ve never seen before, and when I call back, he’s already gone for the weekend. Like I needed this stress for the rest of the weekend. 🤦♀️
So bottom dysphoria actually increases as you approach bottom surgery? It seems that a lifelong coping strategy of repression and numbness doesn’t work all that well once some actual hope creeps in.
People like to give #trans folks shit for going overboard with their gender exploration, but I’d argue that we’re owed. Every day, month, and year that we hid away in the closet the universe accrued a debt to us. Time to pay up. Compound interest is a bitch.
Every morning I look into the bathroom mirror and find a girl looking back at me. It’s somehow wildly surprising and the most natural thing in the world all at once.
Bottom dysphoria hitting hard this morning. I have a strong suspicion that the closer I get to May the harder it will be to ignore this. It’s been wrong for 41 years, so you’d think that 3 more months would be easy but…