My manicure is wrecked and it’s only Tuesday.
I don’t know what to think. I’m becoming used to myself, my gender, and now it’s a grind. Day after day, whoever I am. There were some students flirting awkwardly on the quad and it all seems so normal, everything.
Leia called me ‘she’ at the dinner table with her family and nobody blinked. Maybe I blinked. The deli guy called me ma’am when my back was turned. Neither of us really seemed to register this, but we looked at each other over a cheap turkey-egg-and-cheese sandwich with a sort of confused understanding.
It’s cold again. My iPhone shuffles songs and some of them remind me of when all this started. The Bird and The Bee, Spoon, the scary-beautiful winter when I told Leia that I’m a woman. Everything changed. I remember listening to Gimmie Fiction on vinyl, staring at the wall, not thinking everything.
I had never been so lost and I remember it so fondly. And there’s no going back. I’m used to being myself, in all of my incompleteness and complexity. The contradictions, a strange understanding of other women and men, a strange separateness from them.
I realize that I’ve felt this all my life. It’s better now that I know.
From my journal, six days before realizing that I am female:
“Last night I had a glimmer of a thought of what is going to happen but now I can’t place it. The day before, I woke up looking forward to something I can’t remember. Is something going to happen soon? Of course it is, but chances are technically slim that it is something that I have in mind… if I had something in mind.
What is this thing on the horizon?
The thought I had last night was like a green aurora sunrise. It was joyous and warm and I wanted to be there, I was there for a short moment. It was as if… I have no idea. There is no analogue to this feeling, not in drugs or experience. Maybe… no. It’s nothing you have seen or experienced before. I can’t imagine anything that would make me feel that way. There is also a clean-slate element to it. Anything I imagine to compare it to has baggage that makes it different. The new feeling is unattached to anything in the past. This is so random and strange.
I woke up the day before thanksgiving and felt myself looking forward to something, I had assumed I was looking forward to being reunited with my old friends or that it was something from a dream, but these things didn’t fit. I felt something was going to happen and I couldn’t wait. What was it?”