Important take.
As a t boy testosterone IS making me irate, it is making my ADHD worse because estrogen is a neuroprotective and I now have less of that. However, I also hated progesterone which is dominant for like half the menstrual cycle and made me depressed and listless, so either way you're going to have some unfun experiences if your brain was jacked up to begin with.
Also, transition puts you thru a second puberty which is just going to be difficult.
My need to look like "myself" outweighs the benefits of estrogen for me even tho I am hating how I feel some days. People have the right to weigh their options and do what's best for them. And as you say re: bioessentialism, hormones actually affect everyone differently. Testosterone and estrogen serve a lot of the same functions in the body and are not diametrically opposed.
I think it's so relatable to see trans women and transfem and generally people who no longer have a testosterone-dominant system describing what it was like to have a testosterone-dominant system. I find that often, when they talk about being angry, depressed, irate, or just irritable, I relate because that was me before I went on testosterone. I was so fucking angry and irate and genuinely unpleasant to exist around because I didn't have testosterone.
See, I think instead of estrogen or testosterone being the "bad, angry" hormone, it's more like... of course trans people who need hormones are going to be unpleasant before getting hormones - both your body and your brain require that you have a certain level of hormone balance. Of course somebody like me was fucking furious all the time, the brain does weird shit when its needs aren't fulfilled!
This isn't about criticizing any one group of trans people, rather, I encourage people to remember that ascribing inherent qualities to certain traits (e.g., saying "estrogen is such a horrible hormone!") isn't necessarily good. It's absolutely fine to talk about personal experiences with pre-transition, I do that all the time! The only issue is bioessentializing hormones, in essence, ascribing inherentness to traits we often share.
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The boy who didn't get to exist
Has wrapped bloody knuckles
A boxer's body
And a shaved head
He's pale and doesn't look like me
Though the ribbed tank top looks like
What it was supposed to look like on me
My wide hips
My soft arms
Are wrong
The boy who didn't get to exist
Is roaming abandoned buildings
Like that scene in Fight Club
Punching walls and waiting for the plaster to fall
He is also the fake one, hallucination
Or is he?
He is the one who wants to kill me today
By doing toxically masculine shit
He wants to punch the mirror
And reopen the wounds on his knuckles
He wants to drag a shaving razor across my throat
And laugh while it bleeds
He wants to hit the base of my neck with the weight
That is shackled to his ankle
Who put the weight there?
Was it the wife who was told she was too honest?
Was it the girlboss who was told to smile more?
Was it the teenage girl being slutshamed for her friendships with boys?
Was it the little girl who was afraid of men?
Was it me?
Was it un-me?
Which me is fake?
(Cycling)
You know who he looks like?
Eminem
I've always hated his music
Because it is abusive to women
We don't talk about
The abuse that is done to boys
Who don't get to exist
I need to love him to release him
Trust him enough to take off the shackle
I am honest
I piss people off
When I let myself speak
So I usually don't
I can't fake a smile
Though I bare my teeth when I'm angry
I am still afraid of getting in trouble for talking to boys
I am still afraid of most men
I don't think I did anything wrong
He crosses his hands over his chest
Pink and wingéd one
Evanescing into the sky
Was he a guardian angel?
What's left is a little boy
Who looks like my brother
I have seen this child before
I will make him mac and cheese
And let him drink root beer and watch cartoons
Until he grows up
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am not the one who should apologize
But I am the adult who is here
I threw the weight in the ocean
But the boy who didn't exist will come back to haunt me
Next time I don't let myself speak
Or throw myself on the floor for someone who didn't ask me to
He already says he hates me
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Today's gender is: can't tell if I like my hair cuz it's pretty or if it's pissing me the fuck off
I swear testosterone is making it thicker and curlier like when I was a teenager. The cowlicks in the back are... Bad
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