I’m not physically abused, but psychologically she tries to boss me around on everything (just like her bitch of a mother) and would rather just let me bedrot all fucking day so I can be adorable when she comes home. Yet our bedroom has become cold except when she wants “dessert” (bj), and that’s maybe once a month. Meanwhile, I want to meet a nice trans girl and explore my new self, but I got a vehement “no”. Join a polycule? Clearly, I’ve smoked way too much.

I’d leave, but financially, I’m destitute. Medically, I’m recovering from a STEMI, already have back problems (3 fucked discs and sciatica), and my college loans are still deep in the red. I’m basically fucked and unfucked at the same time.

Hope you’re doing better than me!

During my name change, I jokingly wanted my name Cassandra because I feel like Cassandra of Troy. My neurodivergent ass always calling bullshit out and seeing through everyone’s game, picking up on subtle patterns that lead to bigger events everyone else is blind to, yet no one believes me or thinks I’m a fucking lunatic. My wife just replies “you’re so cute” when I act like this, but I feel like I’m being talked down to, manipulated, and more importantly, ignored. I once used the word “gaslighting” in an argument and she became hyper defensive, telling me that’s not it. Uh huh.

I’m a trans SAHM, no friends, nowhere to go, my wife keeps me placated with plenty of weed and video games, among other projects for me to do while I bedrot. Some might think this is the dream come true, but I feel like I’m derezzing all the time. So, yeah. Possible PTSD.

Electric Twizzlers mmmm

Ooh, I do love me some Neue Haas Grotesk, but your handwriting is beautiful! And the lowercase a’s? The slash through your 7’s? Dotted quadrille paper? Be still, my heart.

Just gonna throw this out here: if you’re taking voice training, you might want to switch to edibles. Smoking takes a heavy toll on your airways and does more harm than good. I miss it, but not as much as I love being a woman.

Unnnhhhhh!

Respectfully, as an older trans woman, I’ve always felt that it’s the style of clothes you wear and the subtle demure and grace you carry that makes you presentable as a woman. You won’t just look the part, you will feel it. The looks you will get are of admiration and envy. They’ll see you how a mortal sees a goddess. It’s very powerful.

But if you’re looking like you just stepped out of Hot Topic or the Harajuku district, plastered with makeup like a clown, you’re gonna get forced acceptance, straight into the hugbox. Yeah, you’re really cute and I want to snuggle with you, but I believe that this is one of the main stigmas that trans women are known for, hence my refusal to dress like that. I do have some fun pieces in that wheelhouse, but they’re for parties or events, not everyday wear. Maybe hit up Macy’s or Kohl’s for starters and let it organically evolve from there.

What I’m saying is, just be careful how you present yourself. First impressions count.

I’m a transgender woman in NY. Honestly, with all the support systems in place, I couldn’t think of a better place to live. Insurance covers gender-affirming care and all of my doctors are simply amazing. I count my blessings daily.

This image slowly revealed itself like I was on 9600 baud. What the fuck?

And now what I can see it… meeeeoow!

Self-medicated with cannabis. Once I got on E, I didn’t need it anymore.

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CDPHP in NY. I am already getting HRT and speech therapy under this insurance, and my future orchiectomy is covered under my insurance as gender-affirming care, as long as my state is willing to fight for me. I think the only bill I’m gonna get stuck with is laser hair removal. I can live with that!

Oh wait, you meant bills as in laws… I’m an idiot. Carry on!

Agreed. I’m 48 and have been on E for 10 months now, it certainly does change your face shape and knocks years off. I only wish I started sooner!

I don’t want to talk about my self-sealing stem bolts.

The fact is that not a lot of marriages survive a partner transitioning. My story? Dead bedroom for over six months, among other deep-seated issues. I’m ready to hit the bricks.

This is the relationship I now have with my wife. Stale incense, old sweat, and lies lies lies.