Jobby gender feels
Have reached the awkward point in my transition where I am trying harder than before to be OBVIOUSLY MASCULINE-IDENTIFIED to the cisfolks I meet, and so of course I overcompensate by putting on a ridiculous Barry White-deep voice whenever I meet a whole passel of them, and introducing myself with my full first name (bonus point: I usually don't end up getting called "Hobby" or "Jobby" by some clueless anglo).
Not sure how to get over this before work starts in a few weeks :/ :/ :/ but at least there's a safe place to pee at new workplace? ...but not where I'll be training in the weeks beforehand. Le sigh.
Have ferreals considered cutting my beloved hair, but god, I feel so much more in my gender than ever before as I am: deep voice, long fucking hair, "testosterone-shaped" metabolism, big fucking hoops in my ears, rolling deep in my all-black wardrobe nearly all of the time.
