I’ve also been scared of trying to find a provider in my area who will help me sort out my feelings while I get ready for a difficult period of time in my career.

If I could only wish for one thing to happen this year regarding my dysphoria, it would be for the questioning to stop, to know what’s right for me. I think I could handle everything that happens after that, my mind just needs some closure so it can maybe rest for a moment. (9/9)

But I realize that the only person that can do such a thing is me. I called a mental health counselor that is very LGBTQ+ friendly and has helped many non-cis people with their issues, but I haven’t gotten back to them yet - I’m scared to make the first step into something I might regret. (8/?)

But then I play devil’s advocate with myself and think, “…That’s insane, you’re insane, and you need even more help than you already knew you needed.” It makes me wish someone would give me an answer, a list of counter arguments to my arguments, and a list of what exactly I should do. (7/?)

It would help me be more in tune with my body and my environment instead of feeling like a brain piloting a Gundam suit of flesh. I’d also be able to give people deep genuine hugs like I want to without feeling uncomfortable and be able to develop the deep relationships I’ve always wanted! 😍” (6/?)

It doesn’t help that the only perks I’ve been able to think of with having a vagina have been, “OMG the sex would be soooo much better! I’d actually be able to be the bottom I always knew I was without any pain or discomfort! (5/?)

When I see people have really difficult struggles with themselves and their whole identity and how that intertwines with their dysphoria, it makes my struggles feel, well, invalid. (4/?)

I would like to be confident in at least this one thing before I go down a long path to do something irreversible. What also doesn’t help is the imposter syndrome I have. Again, it’s something I already struggled with before all of this started. (3/?)

It makes me feel like my dysphoria is real and not just a product of some insane part of my imagination. What I don’t like is how I keep questioning my whole experience. I already question myself on basically everything I do. (2/?)

Me seeing Jar Jar Binks gay porn on my feed

Thinking of being like that someday got me like

I want to be able, if he pissed me off in the middle of sex, to snap the guy’s dick off inside me and shoot it out into the stratosphere. 🚀

Thank you! ☺️

No joke, I wish I had your kind of body. 😍😍😍

Question, though: How did you discover that you could do this?

No joke, Clint is a body goal for me 😍