Girl, post-feminist indeed. Well, I like to think of myself as a girl. I just started my second puberty a year ago for gods’ sakes. I can really act like a 16 year old these days. Of course I do have to hold down my fast-paced job and live the life of a thirty-something adult. It can be a quite a balance, definitely. But, we’re a hardy lot, aren’t we.
I guess I’ve kind of exhausted the whole “over-the-top” writer for a while. I don’t have a million exclamatory things to say anymore. Life has simplified a lot, and that is wonderful. It’s also not good for a writer prone to hyperbolic fits and outbursts. I’ll have to let her know.
I really don’t know what my future holds. I’ll be a year on hormones in September, and I’m going to do SRS shortly after that. I’m not really sure how much lead time you need on that, but I’m assuming you just don’t show up without and appointment. I live in LA, so there are a lot of great surgeons here, and my work will pay for the SRS through my insurance (Yay! Tech industry!).
About the whole ‘not covering Gender Dysphoria in medical insurance,’ it’s patently ridiculous. We all have an army of people with loads of degrees and certifications telling us that we have a medical condition outside of our control, and Kaiser says “no that’s elective surgery.” I mean, how many trans people are there, and how much could the addition of that to your plan actually cost? It’s so rare, that really almost no one actually exercises that clause.
Anyway, life is in front of me: kids unceremoniously stripped from me, flexible job, LA, nascent transgender Princess. The world is my spoiled oyster! Better take the Pepto Bismol now!
So, I’m living a simple life, and I can do quite a lot. Hmmmmmmm… Asta la vista old life!