Sorry for resurrecting a rather old thread, lol, but I just wanted to share this - I have an appointment at the Gender Clinic on Thursday! It's the loveliest thing that's happened to me in a long time, lol! I'm so excited!
I do hope I'll be able to get hormone treatment. I'm so exhausted of awkward social encounters. The other day, a customer at the bingo called me 'Darling' the first time I checked a claim, and then 'Mate' when I brought him his prize, and then, 'Darling' when I brought him the receipt to sign, and then 'Son' when he won for a second time. I don't know whether he was working it out in his own head, or whether he thought I was a different person every time he encountered me, but at any rate he could've just picked one and stuck with it....
People get so frustrated as well, and I start out relaxed about it, and then when they get frustrated at their own mistake, their frustration rubs off on me. Like, a lady the other day said, 'Oh, you've changed your name,' and I said, 'Yes. I changed it to a boy's name, for I am transsexual' (I've stopped pussyfooting around in my explanations now, lol), and she said, 'Oh, well. Good lass. Lad. Lass. I mean lad. LAD!' I
I was picking up a prescription the other day, too, and the pharmacist said, 'Are you sure that A____ hasn't come in to pick it up himself already?' and I said, 'Erm... no. I am A_____. I am the A____ of which you speak.' (My name isn't actually A_____. It's Andrew. I don't know why I'm disguising it. It's no great secret - I'm not a spy or anything. I'm a a bingo caller. Even if my bosses at the bingo found this, they wouldn't call me into the office and say, 'Andrew, you've been posting on a Stephen Fry message board. I'm afraid we'll have to let you go). And the pharmacist said, 'Well, sorreeee,' in that kind of sarcastic, 'I'm not really sorry' kind of way. WHAT? Why is SHE annoyed that SHE might've offended ME? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?
The whole things really messing me up. I keep dreaming about penises. I fell asleep this afternoon and dreamt that I was performing oral... you know... on Daniel Craig as James Bond (am I allowed to mention that on here, or is it inappropriate?) It started out great - we were in an underground car park and I saved him from being shot by leaping in front of a bullet, though then we were suddenly in bed, and I was under the covers... doing... that thing... but his lower anatomy kept shrinking and curling away from me like one of those tongues in a toy lizard that you squeeze.
'Vote for E.L. Wisty, or invisible nudists will come along and smash you round the face.'
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