I felt the need to follow up on Thursday’s post, if only to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in that piece. Reading it back irritates me. I’ve been told it’s a good post, so maybe I’m just overly critical, but I worked on that damn thing for three days and I just see so many glaring issues with how it plays out. I suppose I could take it down, but my philosophy is that once it’s posted it’s permanent.
Part of the problem with writing that post was trying to articulate what I can only think of as trans happiness. Which is a cheesy phrase, I know, but it’s the only way I can think of to describe the peculiar happiness that a trans person feels in that a-ha moment when, if only briefly, the dysphoria goes away. It’s like fog clearing on a sunny day, only the day is your Self and the fog is the dysphoria and the sun is the warm glow of authenticity. That’s what Monday felt like to me. There was a moment where the fog cleared and I had a warm glow of contentedness.
Damn. Why didn’t I think of that metaphor earlier? Ah well.