Been debating whether to post this timeline thread for bloody ages...
Trigger warning for all sorts of fuckery. β οΈ
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Aylesbury, 1998. The day I won my first ever football trophy.
Milton Keynes, 2008. With my 2 little brothers. The one on the left no longer speaks to me.
Rome, 2014. On my honeymoon. I had a breakdown during it cos I felt like I had sealed my fate and could never be myself. At least I was "normal" though, eh?
Spain, 2015. Deeply depressed with self-harm scars on my arms. Had shaved my head and tried to hit the weights and bulk up, cos maybe the problem was that "I wasn't masculine enough..."
Milton Keynes, 2016. My wife and I had agreed to divorce. I knew it was transition or kill myself.
I tried to kill myself the next day...
Aylesbury, 2017. This was 2 weeks after my divorce was finalised. This was the day I came out publicly, and socially transitioned. 95% of people I knew disowned me. It was terrifying and lonely.
Aylesbury, 2018. The day I started hormones... My mental had improved significantly and I'd got much better at make-up, at this stage!
Aylesbury, 2019. I had finally managed to get a job. This was in the car on the way to my 1st day...
London, 2019. 1 year on hormones and the morning before my 1st laser session. You can see the stress in my face of having tonleave the house without make-up on.
London, 2019. The day I played my first competitive football match since transitioning, scoring in the Cup final
London, 2019. My first ever pride parade, with my friends at @SohoFC - walking in the parade as @LondonUnityLg champions.
Surrey, 2019. Pretty sure this was taken on my first ever date with my ex-boyfriend. We didn't last long. He already had a girlfriend.
Bristol, 2019. After being the victim of a serious hate-crime; I no longer felt safe in London. I moved to the South-West and found friends playing football with @Bristolpanthers. This was Halloween, and my first night out since the assault. I'm the zombie/goth.
Bristol, 2020. 2 years on hormones. 10 sessions of laser. Had nailed voice training at this stage too.
Bristol, 2020. Lockdown Summer co-incided with a lot of working out and starting to take progesterone as I STILL had no tits...
Bristol, 2020. Out of lockdown and the day I played my first game in womens football.
Bristol, 2020. The first day I looked at my body and thought... yeah... that's me!
Bristol, 2020. I tried to embrace my curly hair. It was a mistake. Bristol is too windy for curls. The progesterone is working though!
Bristol, 2020. The day I realised I didn't have to wear makeup anymore to pass...
Bristol, 2021. Starting to smile for photos without realising it...
Bristol, Yesterday. No make up.and in pyjamas, living my best life.
"Even though the journey's long
And I know the road is hard
Well, the one who's gone before me
You will help me carry onβ¦"
Remember...
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So... *someone* may have gender swapped a load of people known to spread hostile rhetoric towards trans people...
Brace yourselves.
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JK Rowling ends up looking like a guy who drank HEAVILY in his 20s/30s, before giving up the sauce and becoming one of those "all the gear and no idea" cyclists.
Ben Shapiro looks like a babysitter that your kids don't like.
If anyone reads this thread, and comes away from it thinking that transitioning wasnt the right thing for me - then you need your head checking. I avoided it for as long as I could, and that avoidance of my reality very nearly killed me.
Obviously I told him, in no uncertain terms, that he could fuck right off if he thought I was gunna turn off my game so he could play. His solution was to come back 5 minutes later, all non-chalent, turn off the PS1 and run away.
Obviously he hadn't thought it through beyond turning off the console: not only was I 5 years older, but i was bare foot and he had socks on.