I met someone at the store whom I have been acquainted with for a long time, and who knows me reasonably. It was long since we met. We spoke. I’m not sure if he recognized who I am during this, which would be interesting, it would imply I now look quite different from what I did. I wonder so much how I came across?
Still a long way to go though. I will sculpt myself, I will see what I can do in some regards, and fight as needed to ensure I have the HRT dosages I need. I further must continue voice work. All this still amounts most likely to a future where I might almost pass for cis in some contexts, but with my genitals standing out by contrast. I try to plan and structure so as to make circumstances (internal and external and connection-wise) such that by a time like that, as little as possible then would stand in the way of me fixing this.
Really this is interesting. That drive informs my intent to be more diligent in voice work, and did inform my need to come out properly and fully to family, because I need them not to be surprised or to freak out if I tell them I will have invasive genital surgery for a month in Thailand a couple of years from now. And I need to know at that point that my voice does not immediately get me clocked, because I fear otherwise I might sometimes feel like a parody.
Was not going to write about that now again, but apparently did anyway. Oh, well.
lost in transition 