cpt hook

So, learning things. I’m actually sad over things I decided many years ago I was not allowed to feel sad over, jeez Louise, who would have guessed? I needed “high hopes, low expectations” and mindfulness in relationships, and it has its uses, but all of me inside is needing to weep over all the times that still hurt, the breakups, the fadings out, the phases in relationships where I slowly got used to not receive any attention or focus, where I got used to being an afterthought or a complement. I can do that but I have to do more also.

I was happy – celebratorily so – at the milestone at finally having cried pre-sleep such that I have to blow my nose over and over again until I actually can sleep. Every teenage girl needs to pass this important milestone and I consider it an important step, a sign that I’ve actually grown. At some point, I will be Psycho Girlfriend, and I long for that day too.

On another level, when it storms, my past inclination has been to try to – usually with no success, but never mind that – seek hookups or escalations of play or whatever. Because validation. The thought of that now is… weird. So I want the perception of being alive and of things being meaningful that good sex brings. But unless everything relationally is Just Right, I don’t really feel that?

That’s sort of new. Thinking back at the last times I was with someone, I felt it interesting because of discovery and exploration and closeness and bonding and love. Not wanting to get off, and not wanting to seek sex in order to get off. After some time of intimacy, I can find myself warming up somehow and wanting to get off? Is this how other girls stereotypically function too? We want to be brought to sensory states and climaxes but we don’t have that wish saliently until we’ve already been at it for some time based in emotional connectivity and more conventional sensuality? Is this that whole foreplay idea?

For me then, getting off once I do want it, that is an issue. I can, with toys. I mostly can’t be seen naked, not even with other pre-op girl I am in love with, though I may be able to learn to. But coming is cumbersome, and cleaning up cum is something awful and I hate it. I really hope SRS will fix this part for me, will fix my parts while keeping them sensate.

So where does that leave me? I want to do hookups because emotion and symbolism and decadence and outlets. But I can’t easily because getting and staying in the mood is hard, without chemistry and with dysphoria, very difficult. And in the end, when I want to be stimulated, it’s a ridiculous and unsatisfactory hassle.

Perhaps once I’ve fixed my anatomy I’ll go out and have people fuck me, I’ll probably try it. May not assuage the need for connection and chemistry though. So how do I get what I need, except in relationships? Good question.

pew research

Laser today. Now up at 25 units of whatever that is. Not really bothered by this pain, plus it feels less. Thinking of asking them to do the regions that are recommended for hair removal in preparation for Chettawut SRS, you know, just in case. Just feels awkward to ask one’s laser technician; “Could you laser my perineum? You know, this part here?“ Not least because I don’t know if that would reveal unexpected and hitherto hidden transphobia, “we only do intimate treatment for women“… which also would hurt. Bothered more by this hurt than by the thought of laser blisters on my intimates, which I suppose is interesting.

Doing an experiment involving HRT and placebo on a short scale. Will see if I finish it, and will write it up here if I do. Yay anecdata!

corpora

NB: NSFW

Libido stays low, and this mostly does not bother me. Theoretical and conceptual interest in sex as symbol and practice remains high. Sex as bonding with partners work, and I’ve enjoyed that – exploring and touching them. One big difference is that it’s become much like cuddling with some parts deepening into more intense touch and stimulation, I don’t really care as much as I used to about anyone getting off, which used to be a really big thing for me.

As regards the one I am with, I want of course for them to reach whatever goal they are after, but the need to provide that (and gain validation from having been able to provide that) has lessened significantly. I worried some this would make me lazy but I don’t think it has to, as long as I ensure I stay embodied and comfortable and liking the cuddling/intimacy aspect while I do things with them, then I’m still happy giving another what they seek, so long as I am happy having sex with them in the first place.

As regards myself, it’s now been long since I climaxed, almost so I fear sometimes I may risk losing the capacity. However, this is not for trying and failing, but for not trying at all; I have zero interest to self-pleasure, and when with a partner, while on some level I want for them to make me come, the idea of messy discharges and coming down to the reality of my current parts configuration is off-putting enough that I haven’t asked for it, though probably next time I shall because I’m curious how it will feel now, how and if it has changed.

Generally, uncomfortable baring bottom parts even during sex now. This all sounds awfully like increasing (clarity of) genital dysphoria. I wonder what it would be like post-op? And also, I’m curious on whether the anecdotal experiences of others saying another form of libido returned to them once they started progesterone would apply to me. I will meet my new endocrinologist next week, will ask then if they will support me trying it.

Also while I am still switch and still capable of top dynamics, it seems
a lot of the drive for that was validation-related. Interesting.

TLDR; All in all good, calm, but also gradually more and more curious on what being stimulated is like now, and less and less comfortable with my parts during sex. Curious on who I am now sexually. Demisexual switch?

coda

On whether we indeed can learn to let our gendering be opt-out, opt-in. I know we can because I did. I got to the point where “trans men/women are men/women” felt true to me. It was thereafter that I realized this meant that being a woman was not out of reach for me, and it was then I started transition.

contrapunctus

I slept but am still somewhat affected. These spirals used to be frequent before I transitioned. Now they only really happen if something targets that directly. This wasn’t even new thoughts or good thoughts, I just came onto them when weakened from stress and tiredness and did not expect to. This day I must deal with a million things, so I need to clear this out and get back to a peaceful mode.

The argumentation threw around the usual claim that gender both “is not real” and is a social construct created by patriarchy, mixing also gender and gender stereotypes and gender identity wildly. This always boggles, why would not social constructs be real? They exist within material substrates and like all other such things can sometimes be easily altered, sometimes with more difficulty. This reasoning was paired with the likewise usual claim that “biology” is real and not malleable.

The counterpoints here then, just to reiterate: biology is no more cleanly defined than mathematics. Human sexual biology can mean any number of things – anatomy, endocrinology, behaviour descriptions, reproductive descriptions, physiology, genetics. These are each more or less fuzzy and just as physics is a social construct in that descriptions of time and space refers to reference measurements for length and duration, so does sexual biology reference a body of knowledge generation, even where the boundaries are easy to draw, someone still needs to draw them. This is not controversial. Presently, for example, I retain an XY karyotype (unlike most seen as women or seeing themselves as women) in most or all of my cells. I may or may not still have any gamete production to speak of, so reproductively I may have had but now lost the capacity of fathering? Hormonally my system is in female ranges, neurally is all mosaic but apparently changing statistically towards a female reference population (and may or may not have central parts which already was there underlying my gender identity, who knows?); same with regards to most of my anatomy. All of which emerges unto: definition of “biological sex” depends on what properties one involves and where one draws the line.

Gender as I define it, and this is a definition I wish to propagate, is the way that sexual biology (under an opt-out & opt-in framework, for we are not barbarians) is reflected in human relating, cognition, emotion and action. Thus the above _activity of_ science of sexual biology is an example of (making) gender, it is a recognition and relating to observations of these aspects of the material world. Talking of men and women, males and females, thinking of it, feeling with regards to it, classifying and making decisions or holding ideation regards to it, these are all activities that are part of the phenomenon of gender, the social construct. Gender roles and stereotypes (where gender categories are statistically accompanied by other properties in some population) are part of it. Like the physics referenced above, all is defined relative to an observer, a speaker, an actor – we can think of how a person is gendered in some context by themselves or by another.

It is important then to realize how alien it would seem to us with a world where we did not gender. It would not merely be an absence of gender stereotypes or segregation with regards to secondary properties. Since gender is the very act of recognizing and having any form of action or cognition or emotion in response to sexual biology, no world where we were aware of or ever considered for any purpose any aspect of sexual biology, would be a world “free” from gender as such. Realistically, a world without gendering would be a world without sexes. That is not to say that we cannot (or that we should not) eliminate gender roles and stereotypes, of course, and as a transhumanist, I would also welcome that world without sex distinctions. But that is for the future. Since most people instead refer (often fuzzily) to gender roles when speaking of gender, they will not think of this.

What then is gender identity? In this use of the terms, gender identity are our inclinations – learned and/or instinctual – to function more or less happily under different options for our gendering. It is whether if given a choice it is better in some regard for us to gender ourselves one way or the other, to have others gender ourselves one way or the other. In the forum thread I came onto yesterday, the claim was made that this either does not exist, or that it is a recent development. The presence of gender violating shamans in early cultures (including the gallae) would gainsay the latter, and as I have outlined elsewhere, a good case can be made from various scattered sources of observations of usual and perturbed child development and evopsych just-so stories (dirty though that field often is) that this is something humanity got from our earlier ancestors still already. I have claimed and remain doing so that gender identity is a mechanism behind homosocial processes – specifically identification – that makes the memetic transmission of gender roles more likely. Unlike mice or monkeys, our species learns gender roles, they are not hard-coded, but the tendency to look for them to learn them, under this hypothesis, is hard-coded. This is why, if we wish to eliminate them (and I for one do!), that we must ensure the next generation has role models for all useful traits with all apparent sexes/genders well-represented.

I suppose the claim that gender identity exists can still be challenged. I make much of Hines’ experiment (referenced elsewhere on this blog) where artifical gender roles were preferentially learned by children, but the full constructivist response may be that on a meta-level, the inclination to learn easier from same-sex models is in itself taught from experience. I doubt this, actually, but the claim can be made. The other side of Hines’ experiment was how a population with perturbed prenatal hormones (known to be enriched for trans men) showed less inclination for this preferential learning, they recognized gendered patterns around them but were less inclined to apply expectations on their assigned sex/gender to themselves. I suppose this too could be indirect and complex. I cannot know at this point for certain if my belief that gender identity has an evolutionarily adapted, prenatally encoded, neural substrate or not. Future science will tell us more.

All I can know is that in me and in others, it appears to be present. I really can only relate to myself fully when knowing myself as being aligned to those I think of as women, rather than those I think of as men. It has vast emotional weight behind it – certainly compounding my lived history’s impact, but still there and reflecting inclinations. Acting on this to change how I see myself and am seen causes immense and persistent improvements to my social, embodied physical, cognitive and emotional health, and as this episode shows, the dysphoria which is the negative of that improvement is still going strong. The transgender experience is probably heterogeneous much as other semi-complex neuropsychiatric states, but that does not make it just a hypersphere randomly drawn in a high-dimensional space, it is phenotype for whatever reason, and most importantly, it is one for me, whether it is something I was born with or developed into. I must be gendered female if I am gendered at all, otherwise I cannot function emotionally. So for me, gender identity evidentially does exist, and this is what most matters.

Returning to the statements made; the commenter highlighted beyond “biology” also for their definition of womanhood the shared experiences (presumably statistically) of growing up with such biology. I had not considered the placement of experiences in the above scheme; if these experiences come from outside, then they can be seen in that framework as analogous to sexual biology as something which we relate to. In other words, recognition of and action in response to and cognition and emotion around either (observation of) sexual biology of some kind, or of other experiences directly or indirectly resulting from such (including from the actions of others, which in turn also can be considered to be part of gender as social construct), these are all components and aspects of gendering. This actually becomes relevant, because under that framework we must also take into account how others treat us when they have labelled us by sex/gender, our own gendering involves our relating and cognition and emotion and action in response to others gendering us and the content of that gendering.

This is not really new either, I suppose. Though it highlights how the basis for our gendering also varies. A woman not seen as such, or grown under very isolated circumstances, will lack many of those experiences; this includes most trans women – along with lacking menstruation we lack e.g. an expectation from our surroundings to get pregnant. The sexual biology and externally imposed experience substrate of our gendering is weaker (which is why we need that opt-in, opt-out aspect in a modern, civilized variant of gender as social construct). This is also why we change these things as much as we can, dare, are able to – we try to shift our biologies, and we seek out shared experiences with other women – I loathe the touch of patriarchy but part of me craves it for validation, for I need all the help I can get to be able to be gendered female.

There is however here an interesting and principally testable hypothesis. A young trans woman, not yet out to herself or to others, an egg as it were, might it be that she is more likely than boys her age to be aware of the expectations placed on girls, with respect to control of sexuality, beauty standards, future motherhood? That is to say, will she have learned these things through model observation more readily than someone with a male gender identity will, even if she as yet cannot conceive of them applying to herself (perhaps feeling sometimes sad and jealous of this)? If we had longitudinal cohorts large enough, we could test this – understanding of and especially empathy with the lived experiences of boys and girls, in apparent boys and girls, tested as functions of later trans status. I predict there would be a difference. And to some extent, I attribute the fact that feminism always felt personal to teenage me to something like this – I did not consciously feel the experiences of girls and women applied to me personally, but I always related to them. Perhaps cis men do this to the same degree, but perhaps not. This was tangential however.

I did worry upon reading, what if I misunderstand how the feeling of sameness works? I parse it as though there exists a very basic recognition of the sex of others and of ourselves, and that this has a dimension of same-as-me, different-from-me. This is something I feel, and which I believe others do too. But what if I am wrong, and for others same-sex recognition really only is the cognitive and emotionless recognition of genital configuration and shared experiences? I suppose this would mean two things: one, that there would no be emotional or social consequences of that recognition, and two, that the recognition would not involve an opt-in/opt-out option. Honestly, I don’t believe from observation of others this is the case. No-one is fully neutral to sex classification. TERFs and bros certainly are not neutral, for them it has clear emotional and social consequences. But more to the point, I have experienced plenty of contexts where I really do feel I am genuinely accepted as a woman, by women, who are aware of my trans state and my until-recently unaltered biology. I conclude that for a lot of us in this world, we really do relate to gender (regardless of content) in this more complex manner, I honestly think there are many people who gender (even present) me correctly, because that is how their gendering is done. Might this be wrong? I suppose though I don’t think so. And if so, ultimately what matters most is how I gender myself, how others gender me feeds into this but is not the same as it. And we’ll see how far I can go, how much I’ll be able to make it easier for other people to casually gender me correctly.

Wrapping up the aspect of experiences, those indeed are there and form part of the substrate used for gendering, and those indeed are not something we as trans people have the same access to as cis people; I have no problems accepting that fact as well as its implications (in a debate about pregnancy, listen to the person who was or who might become so before the person who might not). At the same time, my need to be grouped not with men but with women remains, and the feeling from yesternight stays with me, I really will do what I can and what I must to make the world recognize that. Unlike what the commenter claims, biology is not without the potential to be reshaped, and I myself am in a line of work that aims to open up more and more of it to our reshaping. This is why I do not think my transition ever is finished – I will always hold out for the possibility to become even more like the cis woman version of myself. If gene therapy allowed the silencing of any remaining Y chromosome activity, and the adjustment of my X-inactivation patterns to match expression levels I would have had with an XX karyotype, I would go for it. One day perhaps it will. If I could have the reproductive capacities of a cis woman, side effects and all, I would acquire it (and then perhaps sterilize again, which would be my reproductive choice to make as a woman). In this regard the world is flawed, but knowing I have done all I currently can still helps me see myself as I must.

Last the commenter implied something along the lines of, the fact that those women who are not cis (because, as usual, trans men are not even considered – the same really holds even for this text, which is extremely trans woman centric, but at least I warned about that already in the blog disclaimer) have to shout at the top of their lungs to be included, implies… something. Not spelled out. Presumably that we are somehow not valid? But the fact that most women are cis is not surprising – conditions of transness, alarmists aside, are rare. Most people are cis. And as for being accepted, I am not sure if this holds. Those who meet me for the first time after beginning transition may not understand, but they are less likely at least to misgender and they cannot deadname. Habit plays an important part. That said, of course it is challenging. Gender as a social construct is not independent of sexual biology or derived experience, opt-in mechanisms notwithstanding. To increase the chance of proper gendering, I need to try my best to become a person who, besides being fundamentally me, can be understood as a woman by others, bodily and socially. To this end I may even have to wear some of the stereotypes, and thus face even more ridicule and scorn from the TERFs. But the fact of these challenges, and that they reflect the interaction between sex, sex-associated experiences and gender, that does not invalidate gender as something that can be modified, hacked, adapted, nor does it invalidate the fact that I, for whatever inborn or acquired reason, need to do that to be happy.

So there. TLDR? Yes, gender is the response not only to biology but imposed experiences. Yes, gender identity likely is inborn and ancient, and in either case, crucial to adapt to for the well-being of us where it is in trans alignment. No, I cannot be certain that it has the role I believe in creating homosocial role learning, but I expect future research will continue to indicate it has. Yes, I believe that as others perform gender in practice, that will not make it impossible for them to honestly and genuinely gender me correctly, even knowing I am trans, but even if it did, then my own correct self-gendering is possible and necessary. No, the terms biology and gender does not mean what people with limited understanding of either think they do. Yes, my experiences of sexual biology or its correlates in patriarchy are different from those of a cis woman. No, that does not change my need to be gendered correctly. Yes, that indirectly informs my drive to transition in more ways, to go as far as I can. No, it is not unrealistic that we will be accepted as who we are. We are slowly winning this culture war and I will do my part.

lyricism

In this AotJ song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kslkgAX3uAg

The lyrics sites list the phrasing as:

“One day I’ll grow up
I know whom within me
One day I’ll grow up
Feeling full and pure“

But I hear:

“I’ll know a womb within me“

and it touches me on some interesting and harsh level. What is she actually singing? Do I hear it correctly?

Also I have been laughing a lot today, things have seemed fun, and I notice arm hair growing back, but soft and downy.

gaos disgordian

This day was… hard, so far. Mostly for minor and weird reasons. I took too long to pack and prepare, washing hair and deliberating over makeup, as I want to look good for tonight – meeting mother for first time since coming out fully to her, and not sure how that will go. Then I realized I have less pills left than I thought – in fact, not enough for my current journey I embark on, writing this on plane – and realized eventually this is because I thought “90 tablets = 90 days” without remembering I have a 2-a-day regime. So scrambled to set things up so my endocrinologist can fax a prescription to a pharmacy in my birth country. Six days supply left. The thought of not having T suppression is not one I want to dwell on.

Then was late, and bus rides took long, and train rides were delayed separately, and then the second train was cancelled. Spent 150EUR on a taxi hurrying to the airport. Then had to bully my way into fast baggage checkin, fast pass through security, got an extra check there and had to nag them to actually resolve it, had to run – in heels, on moving walkways – to catch the plane and board. All stressful.

At least security checkpoint person called me lady without prompting.

Also trying to resolve housing issues that arose – may need to mortgage for a higher total than planned as contract spells out repairs needing to happen. Need to get a tax advisor to see if I can deduct any of that, too.

And was supposed to make headway on urgently delayed code work today. Did not happen.

I have another hour before we land, so I should start. Then tonight, will meet and have dinner with mother. I am anticipatory of that.

war logs

Today will meet potential students and be present first time as incoming in my new professional role. Jump starting a little, a month-and-half before lab formally starts. It will be packed. I will cope. Yesterday good meeting, excepting one person almost no misgendering/deadnaming, it did hurt when publicly happening though. Old Doctor asked if I might be anemic and I thought it was so sweet that I kept smiling thereafter, and Young Doctor, who is French and extremely proud femme, greeted me with cheek kisses and casually bonded/gave advice on minor health things; this too felt deeply validating (and honestly, for the past five years, she is one of those I looked to thinking, “I’m so sad that isn’t me”…).

Stress levels high but meh. Endocrinologist mailed. Don’t think anemia is an issue because she would have seen and told me, asked in any case. Apparently hormones are now in female range, and I can decrease CPA dose to 75% of what we started with; one wants that gradually kept as low as possible. Hoping that will reflect satisfactory intrinsic scaling down of T production, because I don’t want those levels to rise again. Well, if so we will see in next test…

She also said to note if breast tenderness was too high, I thought I have none, but last night and waking now, I do feel it more and more; a hot, tender feeling. I’m more tender, and it should mean I am beginning to grow. Knee pain is subsiding, but a weird tenderness on back of buttocks since a day or so. I do wonder if this may be related to fat redistribution?

Skin is clearly softer, and scratches really easily. Body hair growth slowed even further and it feels like a miracle. Was worried some body smells might be returning but actually not thinking they are. Mentally, may be a little more emotionally present – it shows in that anxiety and worry is more urgent even when in background (not a choice to ignore it, but still a choice to ride it and not act on it), and I did have some similarly spontaneous euphoria. Curious where this keeps going. One dear friend said she saw differences in my face but I am not sure they are there yet. Might be getting paler, leading to Old Doctor’s assessment; reduced pigmentation perhaps.

slow procedural

In continued news of so-subtle-I-probably-imagine-it, I sometimes feel like it takes more effort – and possible more effort to succeed – to recollect some old memory details. Not generally, not in a scary sense. But like things which were habitually kept in mind happened longer ago than they did. On a possibly related note, I look at things I wrote in the past and I see spelling mistakes, noticing them. Yesternight had some moments when well-known sights and experiences felt new, like I saw details I had not noticed before. Taken together, I suspect that if this is not just confirmation bias, it is the indication of neural and mental turnover, that my system in some ways is doing a fresh start. If so, that calls for me to take good care of myself and raise/guide myself well through this developmental stage, to lay groundwork properly. Taking omega-3, zink, B12 and iron supplements, among others. Attempting to sleep better – I suppose I do, I sleep deep enough and wake earlier than often in the past.

Things like being cold and shivering, but not sick, are more related to my dieting, which also likely increases turnover, as well as hopefully garbage collection via autophagy. Glad to have shifted to a 99% vegetarian diet, I feel better about incorporating less animal tissue derived building blocks into my new body growth.

Another thing, less worksafe. The virtual loss of erections. Even thinking of sexy things, or when feeling warm and safe (this too could produce a non-sexual but physical transient tumescent response in me, before), I hardly grow stiff. I can by making an effort, combining touch and fantasy, generally needing to first touch my breasts. Doing that feels different too, a cloudy and eye-opening kind of sensation in-between emotion and sensation. Light touch, too, not presently feeling I want rough touch there, though I probably will come to. But all those things aside, I am happier than I expected over the non-erections, or weakened erections, in both sexual and non-sexual contexts. It’s like the possibility of tumescence was always there fluctuating weakly but significantly on the lower range of some scale, pulling at attention, making me feel that area of my body somehow not being under my control, and restricting movement and sensation, being both vulnerable and obtrusive. Sensitivity there to cold or touch has changed, growing fuzzier, I can often think easier of just having hips and legs and belly area and crotch, and feeling more anchored and at peace, again, somehow, both in sexual and non-sexual mindsets. Have not yet been with a lover after starting HRT, and am curious on what it will be like.

I keep talking about sex stuff. That’s not to indicate that is so important, or that what I am doing is about it. It is however one of the earliest clearly real changes, so it warrants my documentation. More to the point, I am continuing to conclude that the everyday experience of human beings – being emotional and social creatures in context and identity – IS something where subliminal (in the general sense of the word, below some cutoff) sexual functionalities and responses actually do affect our feelings and actions and anchorings. Freudianism is a pot of garbage in most ways, but our complex selves are woven out of the stuff of our bodies like knitted dolls out of yarn, and I don’t think those things are irrelevant on a broader scale to how the rest of us functions. Even soft and airy and cerebral and complexly interlinked and intersectional realities still depend on some simpler body processes, and in affecting some of those, I open up the possibility of gross or subtle tone and texture changes also in my more complex selves…

Dreamt strongly last moments of this night, remembering unusually clearly. I was living somewhere vaguely similar to where I did before. I was myself, as a transitioning person, and it was sort of at this point in my life. I met some gang of youths much like those I saw yesternight before sleep in my police procedural & whiskey wind-down, as I was going out, and they indicated after some anger towards me for some slight that they had/would vandalize where I lived. I accepted and held that worry. Then I was on a bus, and getting off it, and there was also my estranged friend of a long time, A, wearing a nice brown/purple trench coat thing. On the bus ride I read a long set of multi-page linked articles/thinkpiece thing in one of my native country’s tabloids, which A had written – in the dream he may have been a journalist, and the writing, appropriately, was poetic but vague of content or conclusions – it was about either the Alt-Right or trolls or some intersection thereof. Meeting him on the bus stop was a chance to finally meet again, we hugged and I still could not tell whether he shuns me or not. But he was supposed to come with me and stay there, I guess before traveling onwards the next day? The youths were waiting inside the house but outside my door, and I was concerned but not scared; they had painted graffiti over some house decorations that were ugly anyway. A again did not really betray any emotion over any of those things. Then I woke and gradually concluded I had slept enough.

Woke to take meds and vitamins and fluid. Checking emails and writing updates and launching scripts from my bed. Then for replacing shower bandages (mole removal surgeries), washing hair, donning makeup and going to work.