Transgender Diaries: Testosterone Day #1

I was going to start this article as more of just a vague tweet thread, but then I was like… No, no, I think it would be better if I kind of went into it in more of a blog/article format, because I have a lot of feelings about how my physical transition is going to be going, and I just want to sort of get my feelings on paper.

I’ve been out as a transgender dude for about seven or eight years, since I was approximately fifteen, and even before then I was very much a boyish child, had my hair cut short, was often mistaken for a boy (not entirely accidental…) and so on.

Thanks to the Gender Recognition Act here in Ireland, it says M on my hospital bracelet, and my dead name is not only long dead, but dead in a different country, so no one here in Ireland would typically be at all familiar with it.

I dress masc, I use he/him pronouns, and I only ever introduce myself as a dude — point of fact, a lot of the time I tend to tell strange cis folk that randomly demand if I’m trans (which some of them do, and I hate it), I tend to just say I have a hormone deficiency or pretend to not know what trans people are.

Partly because fuck cis people, and it’s honestly none of their business whether I’m trans or not, but also because typically when someone asks one weird invasive question other weird invasive questions typically come to follow, which in general is just abhorrent.