i dreamt that i told someone (a friend? a friend i have not yet met?) that i was starting T*. i was so fucking excited, i remember feeling the joy/trepidation/terror/excitement all at once. growabeard. voicedropping. redistributionofmuscle/fat.

sometimes despite all my reservations, i feel like it might be the right choice for me at some point, tho i’m not sure i’m at that day yet.

i just worry about finding a place to pee/safety/everyone who will stop speaking to me/jobs/life/etc. oh, and not being able to cry**. gawd.



**probs actually more like having a hard time with being able to or something? lots of t-guys have told me that it’s harder/impossible to cry on T, tho i’d guess everyone’s individual experiences differ.


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