Status Updates From The Testosterone Files: My ...

very weird and misogynist so far but the sunk cost fallacy dictates that I will finish it.

I opted for Joanne, a transwoman counselor, who was supportive and discerning and didn't pretend to be skeptical simply to give me a hard time. Otherwise, I felt as though I would be trying to game the therapist to get what I wanted.

I'm not deliberately trying to alter my gestures. That would be cheating.

I'm searching for an unpredictable, body-wrenching experience.

Future generations of transsexuals will only do it more thoroughly as biotechnology becomes more refined.

What previously appeared to be sexist posturing or empty role-playing took on the texture and vulnerable complexities of a passionate panoply, richly lived, real. Real, as in abiding, reasonable, rooted in experience that is lived. Not conspired, contrived, or counterfeit.

I bathe in the delightful and sensuous machinery of sexual differentiation.
I look good in the rude perfume of decaying boundaries.

My life is one of the extravagant experiments of the twentieth century.