I had a new, unusual, and unpleasant experience - being a closeted trans femme at a bachelor party.
My brother is getting married this weekend, and I am the “best man”. The irony is overwhelming lol. I’m not out to any of my family, nor will I be at any point in the near future. I strongly suspect that coming out to them will mean the end of those relationships (my family are all devout conservative Catholics). But my brother and I are close in age and grew up together, so I’m very happy to have a place of honor in his wedding. It’s just a weird thing, being surrounded by men, who think I am one too.
If anything, the experience has made me so sure that I am not a man. If that’s a representative slice of men my age, then being a man is something I want nothing to do with.
The dissonance of going from being at home, where my wife genders me correctly and I’m starting to come out to friends, to going back to see my family, is jarring.
In addition, I have my estrogen! Which is exciting! I can’t start taking it yet though, because I need to freeze sperm, since my wife and I want to have kids. I’m getting nervous and kind of antsy though - I don’t know how much the whole thing is going to cost, or if my sperm are even healthy, or if it’ll be covered by my insurance. So I’m worried that it’s going to be a whole ordeal, and it’s the only thing holding me back from starting my HRT.
It has been and is going to be a weird period of time, but I’m hoping August will be a little more calm.