It is genuinely amazing to me how much my interactions with other trans women are colored by a vaguely high school sorting system of how long we’ve all been on HRT.
Like without fail, I think of women roughly my age but on HRT for two or three years as SO much cooler than me!
Like without fail, I think of women roughly my age but on HRT for two or three years as SO much cooler than me!
Meanwhile I’m, like, Elsie Fisher in Eighth Grade, and if another girl who went on HRT around the same time as me starts hanging out with the cool kids, I try to seem calm and collected, even though I’m really FREAKING OUT.
And THEN, like, the women who’ve been on HRT for years and years and years — they like… have jobs in the city and stuff and they don’t have to live with their parents.
If this is anything like my first puberty, I will eventually figure out at least some of what I’m doing, while also being certain of how uncool I am throughout.
Pitching a TV show about this called Trans High brb.
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