1 Year Manniversary!

So, it was this day last year that I made the decision to start living full time as male. I’ve pulled this from the first post on my blog:

“This is Day 1. Ground zero.
Today’s the official start of my transitioning process.
Some day, I won’t be the only person who sees me as a man. Some day the whole goddamn world will without a second guess. And it’s only a matter of time.
Joaquin Jack, the rootin’-est tootin’-est outlaw in the Wild West.”

A lot of things have changed since that day.

Day 14: Name time, part two.

Last month, I discovered it’s a bad idea to try and live with a name given to you by someone who you might wind up hating down the road.

Also, youtube.

Day Twelve: Intrapersonal progress.

Why should I hide who I am just to keep you around? Do you matter so much to me that I should lie to you? What kind of a paradox is that?

Day Eight: Enter the rat race.

A game plan for on-the-job transition!

Good things.

After my latest episode with very difficult issues (which I may or may not go into eventually), it was time to get away and get my head on straight. SO, with my sister begging me to come down and see her for some time now, I decided to use my savings to go down and spend a couple weeks with her in Los Angeles.

It was seriously the best idea I’ve had in a long while.

- Confirmed changes
- Pronoun epicness
- Voice lowering
- Breaking gender stereotypes with Sewing!
- Cosplay madness

And, the highlight:

- My first time in the Men’s Bathroom!

New friends, new binder, new year.

Just got my first real binder in the mail, and I have to say it’s improving my quality of life by a considerable amount. It doesn’t hurt my back, it works a lot better than anything else I’ve used, it’s very breathable (almost to a fault- why does it actually make me colder than when I’m NOT wearing it? -oh well, it’ll be great this summer) and it generally makes me feel more attractive to wear it. Because, as my honey said, the only difference between my haircut being a boy haircut and being a lesbian haircut is the presence of tits.

Also in this post:
- Being read as male
- Bathrooms
- Queer parties
- FTM friends
- Finally being one of the guys

Once again, no pics, but Things are Afoot.

I went fishing with my dad Friday morning. He was to meet one of his old friends from church, Lon, so he asked me the prerequisite question- “How are you going to explain your haircut?”

I find that a lot of stupid questions, like “What did you do to your HAIR?!”, are best followed with a stupid answer, i.e., “I got a haircut.”

I’m back!

So it’s been almost a month since the last time I posted. Something happened with my writing where it began to feel like a chore, and I had 59 different things I wanted to write about, and I couldn’t pick a topic, and I sat down to write about five different times and nothing worth posting really wanted to come out, and it eventually just all logjammed to where I just didn’t want to post for a long-ass time. But I wound up going to a convention, which somehow re-jumpstarted my creative processes. I have all these ideas for short films and projects and things like that, and I’m really back into the manic phase of my life, which I haven’t really been in for about 8 months. Taking that into account, along with how busy things have gotten around here, I think I’ll be getting back to posting on a somewhat more regular basis, or at least once a week.

Name time!

Now that it’s been 8 days since my last post and officially the longest stretch I’ve gone without posting since beginning this blog, it’s time to jump back in the fray.

I’ve been spending a lot of time focusing on reconnecting with my past and working on seeing that I’ve been abandoning things I enjoy just because they were connected with the “girl side” of my life.

On the main subject, I’m having the worst time picking out a name.

Chest bruising and angry ranting.

I wore binding out for the fourth day in a row today.

In other news, I had my first real fight with someone over my trans issues today.

INSIDE: The angriest thing you’ll ever see on this blog.