Trans Life

TWO YEARS OUT AND ON HRT CHECK-IN

Welcome to #TransTuesday! This week and last week are big milestones for me. As of July 7 I’ve been out as myself for two years, and as of TODAY I’ve been on HRT for two years. So it’s time for a check-in with TWO YEARS OUT and TWO YEARS ON HORMONE REPLACEMENT THERAPY.

For reference, you may want to first read my ONE YEAR OUT AND ON HRT CHECK-IN first to better understand the progression.

And if you need more info on HRT (hormone replacement therapy), I wrote about that in the linked trans tuesday.

Let’s start with a GENDER DYSPHORIA check-in.

This has been so huge for me. SO so huge. My dysphoria is… well it’s not GONE, it still pops up from time to time. But it’s… occasional? It’s rare! I did not think I would ever live to see the day when this was the truth, but there it is.

I don’t know why. I don’t know what happened to cause this, but still here I am. It’s amazing and beautiful and frankly… terribly unfair. There are trans people who’ve been on HRT decades and had multiple surgeries who don’t get to this point.

I don’t know why I got here and they didn’t. Dysphoria is bizarre and mysterious in that way (on top of being horrible and soul-crushing). As if I wasn’t already privileged enough, now this. I almost feel like I need to apologize for it. Why did this happen to me?

If you’re wondering about how I’m privileged, in ways many trans people are not, see the trans tuesday on PRIVILEGE (time and money).

I’ve searched for how I got here and I still don’t know. My deepest wish is for EVERY trans/non-binary person to get to this point, but I can’t point out a path to get here. Not only is it incredibly different for everyone, I don’t even know how *I* did it! It’s a mystery to me!

As I’ve mentioned many times before, the majority of my dysphoria has always revolved around my face. Facial hair, never seeing myself in mirrors/photos, all of it. Body hair is also bad, but we’ll get there in a minute.

So last year I was up to shaving my face every day and being in near constant pain from it, as I’d started shaving against the grain to get my face entirely smooth, and thus have the rest of the entire day where my face both looked and felt like mine.

I’m still doing that, but the pain is all but gone. There are still some sensitive spots that give me issues, but for the most part it’s okay. And having changed everything about the way I did it, and maintained that for a year, means the act of shaving no longer causes dysphoria.

But it takes me a good twenty minutes to do (if you think about how little surface area your face actually has, you’ll realize how long that really is). Do I resent having to spend that much time on it? SO MUCH. But it’s far better than the alternative.

I finally hit the arbitrary testosterone level our health insurance said I had to drop below before they’d authorize electrolysis. HOORAY! Except it happened right before the delta wave of COVID hit, and things here in LA have just been getting worse and worse.

As I live with someone who’s immunocompromised, I still cannot risk going somewhere to sit with my mask off for hours at a time, session after session after session, while every hair is finally zapped off my face for good. (the entire process takes many months)

I want to do that. I want it gone for good SO VERY BADLY. But I’m not going to put the life of someone I love at risk just so I can finally get rid of it. It’s hard to keep waiting. SO HARD TO KEEP WAITING. It’s the worst thing I’m dealing with right now, transition-wise.

For more on the unique difficulties of a PANDEMIC TRANSITION, see its trans tuesday.

The bonus of my T finally dropping much lower is that my body hair growth has actually slowed. Not nearly enough for my taste, but enough so that I no longer have to epilate. I shave everything once a week and that’s… okay.

The day before shaving is the hardest, when the hair’s the longest, even though it’s still not that long. But not having to spend that 45 minutes of intense pain from epilating every week is pretty nice. I did a trans tuesday on my struggles with BODY HAIR.

PHOTOS AND REFLECTIONS check-in.

And its follow-up, a long time later when something suddenly changed for reasons unknown, PHOTOS 2: THE SELFIE APOCALYPSE.

I am so happy (and astonished and bewildered and entirely baffled) to tell you the absence of dysphoria in that very long streak in the second Photos thread has continued unabated. It just keeps happening. I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT!

It’s so strange to know at the beginning of my transition I would (legit) take 200 photos to find ONE I could live with. A year ago that was down to finding one in 20. Now it’s finding one in… one. Honestly it’s just about picking which ones I like best, which is just unbelievable.

I mean there are still some I don’t like! But just in a… normal way? I’m not tossing them because of dysphoria, I’m tossing them for a weird shadow or a flyaway hair or any number of other totally normal reasons.

And sure, sometimes I don’t like the way I look in them, but they’re almost never for dysphoria reasons. They’re just not great photos in a “normal” way? I don’t know. More on this in a bit.

BODY HACKING check-in.

Still running four 5ks a week, up to 300 push-ups beforehand, also doing a bunch of reverse-crunches and side planks to work on my abs, and even extra bicep curls. My biceps are getting bigger, which is… nice. 😎
https://twitter.com/TillyBridges/status/1522607592387661824

I mean they look really good and I’m incredibly proud of them!
https://twitter.com/TillyBridges/status/1537858792401932289

My 5k times continue to rise. Last year I said I could still get to (or near) my pre-HRT average time, but it felt like it would kill me to do so. Now? It feels like it kills me to get to even a minute SLOWER than that. It’s just destroyed my ability to speedily do cardio of any kind.

This is part of why the whole TRANS SPORTS “controversy” is such complete and utter bullshit. If you missed it.

But let’s talk about those pictures of my bicep linked above. Because now I have a tattoo! And that’s because my body finally felt like MY body, which is something I didn’t even know I didn’t have or could ever get to (which is why it’s not mentioned in the one year check-in).

I did a trans tuesday about BODILY AUTONOMY (and my tattoo).

I’ve had to use more public restrooms, and the ones that aren’t single-occupant still feel fraught. I’m not AS terrified as before, but it’s not great. Honestly though that one’s on society and not me. It shouldn’t be awful to just have to pee in a public bathroom!

If you can’t imagine that because you’re cisgender and thus it’s something you’ve never had to think about, have a read of CIS PRIVILEGE.

CONFIDENCE check-in.

And a completely unexpected, surprising follow-up as my confidence continues to grow, surprising even me. Are you a stranger? Let’s talk, I don’t care! I’m not gonna run away screaming. APPARENTLY. See CONFIDENCE 2: INTO THE UNKNOWN aka WHAT IS HAPPENING aka A WHOLE NEW WORLD.

HAIR check-in.

And here’s HAIR 2 (first haircut).

It continues to be my very favorite part of me, especially now that I’ve learned even MORE about how to care for it and can get it looking how I want. It’s the very most ME thing about my physical body, and I could not love it more.

If you missed it, I did a mini-thread on how it looks at different stages and what it takes to get it to look the way I want it to.
https://twitter.com/TillyBridges/status/1545544149880827906

Speaking of things I love (or am starting to, anyway), let’s talk TRANS VOICES.

I’m STILL in voice therapy. It’s been two years now, I think. My voice is finally FINALLY getting to a place where… I think I like it! And now we’re working on taking that like to LOVE. It’s not there yet, but we’re on the way.

It’s not easy. I still struggle to remember all the things I have to do, and then I hear my voice sounding wrong and OH HI DYSPHORIA. But I’m now to the point where I remember more than not, and I’m getting more consistent with it.

My voice therapist thinks we’re in the final stages of what she can do for me. Once I’m doing progressing through the stuff we’re working on now, I’ll just be… done with it.

My voice won’t just always be perfect after that. It will continue to take work and practice and time (I have to sit and do my voice homework for 20 minutes every day, recording myself and listening back to hear what I did wrong, each time working to improve it).

It’s still THE HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER HAD TO DO IN MY LIFE. The difficulty level is just off the charts. HRT does NOTHING for a trans lady’s voice. It’s all about understanding the biology of speech and changing the way it works within our body (and mind).

It’s kind of grueling, honestly. Especially since I have to keep listening back to myself messing up (and thus spiking dysphoria) in order to correct and get better. But I can hear the progress compared to recordings from a year and two years ago. It shocks me.

Once I get to where I’m REALLY happy with it, I’ll do a follow up thread with some audio samples so you can hear the difference. I don’t know if it will help me get gendered correctly on the phone (though I HOPE so, damn), but it’s making ME feel better at least.

On the legal side of name/gender change things, most of the important stuff is done. I still need to update my birth certificate and our car registration, and I should probably get a passport before laws are passed making that impossible to get with my real gender on it.

Our marriage certificate will probably never be able to be updated, as we got married in a state that really really hates trans people. But I have the legal document from the judge that links my deadname to my real name, so hopefully that won’t be an issue.

In terms of other changes from HRT, I continue to FEEL like myself every day and that’s a damned delight. My breast growth continues, slowly, but progress is progress (they hurt almost all the time, but that’s from growing so… KEEP IT UP).

And let’s not forget what the absence of dysphoria has done for me mentally. Just an absolutely life-changing difference. See FREEING UP MY BRAIN aka LUNCH WITH TILLY.

Still no development of any kind in my tiny little butt, still no more curve/hips than I had last year. WHAT A SCREW. HRT is a process and it takes time time TIME, and you never know what you’re gonna get or when you’re gonna get it. I continue to hope.

I continue to find my style… evolving. Here’s the trans tuesday on HEAVILY GENDERED CLOTHES AND TRANS PEOPLE.

I am surprised to discover that it’s still changing, and things I liked the way I looked in just a few months ago now leave me feeling muted. I don’t know what my style is, really, still trying to figure that out (I have some thoughts on that for a future thread).

Remember earlier in the thread I mentioned tossing photos out just because I didn’t like them much, for a variety of reasons, but not for dysphoria-based reasons? That ties in here, a bit, as we get to the end of the thread and the part most of you are probably waiting for…

The transition timeline photos! They’re kind of A Thing trans people do, and they are admittedly cool to see the changes over time. I didn’t think to take a photo of the DAY that I started HRT, but last year I found the one that was the closest and took a new one to match.

I wore the same shirt, did my makeup the same way, all so you could (maybe?) better see the changes to my face from HRT. And so I did that again this year, and for the first time in a long time I… had to take a LOT of photos. But still none of them felt right.

They weren’t dysphoric, but they weren’t… me. As my style evolves, as my tastes evolve and become clearer to me, as I learn what *I* really like and who I am, as *I* evolve… those old photos don’t feel like me. And that’s why none of these were working.

That look isn’t me anymore. I don’t want my makeup like that, I still have that shirt but it’s more something I’d wear to run errands or clean in or when just lounging around on a dumpy day, if that makes sense. NONE of it felt like ME.

So I just tossed them all. I’m not gonna post stuff that’s not who I am anymore. That would be LESS of an accurate representation of the changes over time. So I changed my shirt and makeup and instantly got a ton I really loved, because they. were. ME.

And this is tied in with everything else, all the incredibly surprising new things that have happened to me (in terms of transition) in recent months.

Like that I’ve had the mental energy to try new things, that photos and reflections don’t spike my dysphoria, that my body finally felt enough like mine that a tattoo was something I could seriously consider are all part of the same thing.

Whatever caused it, whatever blessed thing it was, I’ve clearly passed a point where something changed, or enough somethings changed, that many of the issues I’ve struggled with SO MUCH for my ENTIRE LIFE are decreasing, minimizing, or leaving altogether.

And that’s just fuckin’ WILD. It’s why I started transitioning to my true self. It’s what I hoped would happen. But if I’m honest it wasn’t something I thought I’d ever really attain. If it just got better, made the unlivable pain of dysphoria a little better, it’d be worth it.

And now I experience gender euphoria daily! Multiple times a day! All day long! The very idea of this is almost unbelievable to me. If you’re not familiar with GENDER DYSPHORIA, read up!

So here’s the transition timeline so far. Both old photos spike dysphoria now. At the time, each was closer to me than I’d ever been. My face looks so much rounder/softer to me now. If only the poor ultra-dysphoric Tilly of 2 years ago knew the real her she’d find not too far off.

My face isn’t just softer, but look how my hair’s changed. Look at my eyes change!

In that new one? Hi! That’s Tilly! Wait… I’M TILLY! THAT’S ME!

That I’d actually get here, and after only two years? It’s blowing my damn mind.

Nobody who transitions is guaranteed to get to this place, but if you’re wondering if you should? EVERY step closer to the real YOU is worth it. Finally being myself EVERY DAY is the best thing ever. And if I can do it so can you. I believe in you.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com


PS – there were more photos I liked, so you’re gettin’ ‘em! Because I will never, ever, EVER tire of getting to see her in photos. Because that her IS me. And she’s cute af. 😉

ONE YEAR OUT AND ON HRT CHECK-IN

Welcome to #TransTuesday! I’m finally going to do my one year out/one year on HRT check-in! Technically this should have been done a month ago, but I… had the date wrong on when I started HRT. Whoopsie! Anyway, let’s see where things are at in my ONE YEAR OUT AND ON HRT CHECK-IN.

I’m not going to reference every past Trans Tuesday post, just the ones I feel are applicable and due for an update. Also please remember that whatever the first year has been like for ME is in no way indicative of every trans person’s experience.

Let’s start with GENDER DYSPHORIA.

It’s interesting re-reading that, and seeing when I was having to boymode simply because of facial hair problems I could do nothing about. See BOYMODE AND GIRLMODE for more.

I still have gender dysphoria. I’m not sure it’ll ever go away entirely. But it’s not as bad, hits me less intensely, and when I do get the really awful bouts of it they seem to be few and far between. Not boymoding helped that a lot.

So have the changes HRT has brought, but we’ll get to that. Most of my dysphoria has always revolved around my face and facial hair (and to a lesser extent my original, very un-feminine torso).

I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be able to get to the point where I am now, which is… shaving every. Single. Day. And not only that, I’m shaving against the grain. Which is… not great!

My face basically feels like it’s always on fire. ALWAYS. There’s never a time when I can not feel it stinging and burning. But doing it this way removes the “shadow” almost entirely, and is only mostly noticeable the next morning, when I shave again.

And the act of shaving does give me dysphoria, but way less than before. I changed shaving creams, I changed the way I moved my hands while shaving, I changed the order of the parts of my face I shave, all of which has made it easier to not associate with how I shaved before.

But I still hate doing it, hate that I HAVE to do it, and resent the time it takes. And again, the whole face-constantly-feels-like-fire thing. But when I tell you I see no shadow after, and my skin feels smooth, and how MUCH that lessens my dysphoria… it’s all 100% worth it.

I still haven’t been able to start electrolysis/laser hair removal. Our insurance does cover it (yay!) but won’t okay it until my testosterone falls below some arbitrary number they set (boo). I suppose that’s under the auspices they think it’ll stop or slow enough on its own.

But… who knows when that will be? If ever? And in the meantime our insurance has decided all the pain it causes me to have it and have to deal with it is something I just have to live with. Which is some. fucking. bullshit.

I’d just go get it outside of our insurance, now that we’re vaccinated, but paying for it out of pocket is absolutely not an option right now, so I’m stuck with the fiery face shaving. And that’s a shitty thing to force a trans woman into.

PHOTOS AND REFLECTIONS check-in.

This has gotten a LOT better! I can now usually find photos I really like, that feel like me and what I want to see (well, much more so anyway), without having to take two hundred to maybe find one good one. Now I can find one I like in every 10 or 20!

Which may still seem like a lot, but trust when I say it’s a vast improvement. I don’t despise looking through them, either! Far fewer of them spike my dysphoria like they used to. And sometimes I catch my own reflection in the mirror and it makes me smile.

IT. MAKES. ME. SMILE?!? That alone is just a monumental signifier to me that things are getting better. Mile and miles better. And I think that’s due to HRT, to my hair, to my clothes, to the happiness and confidence I can see in my own eyes now. It’s remarkable and entirely new.

BODY HACKING check-in.

Still running four 5ks a week, still doing push-ups beforehand. I was shocked to see in the original post I was at 170 push-ups before each run last year… because I’m now at 270! But let me tell you something…

My arms barely look more muscular now than they used to. Part of that is not being able to see them as easily due to fat redistribution from HRT, but it’s also because HRT has made it so that I have to basically work twice as hard as I did before to see the same results.

Not hyperbole! HRT affects everyone differently, but it’s had a huge impact on me in that regard. Also I’ve been using the same running app for a very long time, and have probably a thousand activities tracked in there. And look at this.

My AVERAGE pace is one minute slower per mile than last year. And let me tell you, it’s RARE I can even hit that average time. It’s definitely still in the process of slowing down even further. And hitting that time makes me feel like I’m gonna DIE.

Whereas the old average pace was just my actual average… not pushing myself hard at all. And now, to get an entire minute slower, I have to push myself as hard as I can. It’s very frustrating, because I feel like I’m pushing so hard every day…

And then my app is like “this was your 725th fastest run” and I want to scream. There’s really nothing to be done about it, but I didn’t at all account for how frustrating that would feel on a near-daily basis.

CIS PRIVILEGE and bathrooms check-in.

I HAVE had to use public bathrooms a bit now (in the brief period we had where things opened up before we had to severely lock down again thanks to the delta variant) and it is FRAUGHT. It’s terrifying. Even when Susan accompanies me.

I will stop drinking HOURS before I have to go somewhere, and not drink anything at ALL while I’m out, to avoid using a bathroom that’s not all-gender or single occupant. Or if I don’t know what kind of bathrooms will be available somewhere.

Just think about intentionally dehydrating yourself for HOURS before you dare go anywhere in public, to try to minimize any possible harassment just because you have to pee. Please get back to me on how that feels.

PRIVILEGE (time and money) check-in.

I’m still as privileged as before, though I’ve already mentioned how money concerns have held me back from zapping the hair off my face for good. It’s still an issue for clothing and makeup and running shoes (and the tattoo I want!) too.

And time… I sink even MORE time in these days, because doing almost twice as many push ups takes twice as much time. Shaving EVERY DAY takes much more time than the three or so times a week I could do it before.

And I love my hair, and know how to take care of it now, and guess what that takes? I still resent (SO. MUCH.) how much time I have to give up to get through all these things, but again… dysphoria’s worse, so I’ll take it.

BODY HAIR check-in.

I am dismayed to tell you that while HRT has somewhat slowed my body hair growth (I think?), it’s not enough to have changed the hair removal that’s required. I still have to shave and then epilate everything once a week. EVERY week.

It’s so much that my epilator just DIED ON ME. Again, I’m using it 3-4 times as often as it was intended (for most cis ladies), and on like 2-3 times as much body surface area. I burned it right out.

And it takes just as much time to do it now as it did at the start, there’s really no way to make it faster. I resent this time sink MORE than any other. I find it infuriating, and it hasn’t gotten any easier or less annoying to do. Might just be the way things will always be. Alas.

HEAVILY GENDERED CLOTHES AND TRANS PEOPLE check-in. I continue to slowly build out my wardrobe, and am still trying to find out what my tastes are, and what looks good on me. It’s a slow process (especially due to money). I’ve found I don’t like some things I thought I would, and vice versa. It’s… illuminating.

CONFIDENCE check-in.

I definitely have more than ever, I see it and feel it in myself. I’ve only been around others in a very limited capacity, and in one instance (my first in a group setting with friends), it was outside and loud and I was masked and voice therapy made that untenable for me.

(More on that soon). The result was I didn’t say much, which didn’t make it easy to figure out how to act and talk in these situations as my true self. Definitely more experimenting and experience needed here, as covid allows.

HAIR check-in.

And HAIR 2 (my first haircut) check-in.

I’ve learned how to take care of it SO much better than before, and obvs I do have bangs now, and I love it more than I ever have. I’ve mentioned this in multiple threads, but it’s my favorite thing about my body and I just love it to pieces.

Related to earlier topics, the two photos in that first Hair thread give me really bad dysphoria now, especially the one that appears first. At the time those were the GOOD ones I liked! More on that at the end of this thread.

SPORTS check-in. Which is only because it’s being made an even bigger deal now, as everything surrounding Laurel Hubbard in the Olympics this summer has shown. So I’m just going to ask you to PLEASE READ THIS THOROUGH DEBUNKING OF THAT NONSENSE.

TRANS VOICES check-in. I’m still in voice therapy, one session every two weeks. I’ve come really far and learned so much, and I’m starting to really dig where my voice is going. It’s not as tough now as it was at the beginning.

But I’m still learning new techniques, and am only now figuring out to speak in ways people identify/label as “more feminine” with any kind of volume. The method my voice therapist uses, you learn the breathing and pronunciations first.

And this is why I mentioned above in the Confidence update that, at that outdoor social gathering, where everyone was talking AND we were all masked… it was basically impossible for me to be heard while speaking in the manner I’m learning.

The result being either I had to talk in my false old voice just to be heard, or I said as little as possible. I went with the latter because the former makes me feel awful. But in quiet, low-attendance settings, you can hear me fine. And it’s getting better!

I can’t wait for the day I have to call someone and they don’t call me “sir” without even knowing who I am. Ugh. Again, please, let’s just do away with gendered honorifics, hm?

LEGAL NAME AND GENDER CHANGE check in.

I have the judge’s decree officially changing my name and gender marker. EEEEEE I’m LEGALLY TILLY. And as you may have seen, my new social security card is now in hand. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Later today I’m going to submit my proof of ID docs to the DMV for a REAL ID, and once those are approved I go in with my SS card and the judge’s decree and that should take care of it. I hope! I can change… every single other thing in my life.

HRT check-in.

In addition to stuff mentioned in that thread, and already mentioned today, (body hair growth not really slowing, exercise being even more difficult than last year), there have definitely been other changes.

It’s changed the way I FEEL. Not physically when I touch things, but emotionally. I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but it’s… different. I dig it. And I’ve been thinking about this all year, how to describe the feeling, and I still couldn’t figure it out.

So I started saving artwork that, when I saw it, I said, “Yes THAT. That is the way HRT makes me feel.”




And another.

I’ve been wearing the same size women’s running shoes as before, but now… my feet fit in them better! I suspect I’ve lost about half a shoe size. Which is kind of cool actually, as it means there may be more ladies shoes I will fit into.

Height? Okay listen. I don’t understand it. At all. I have been 6’2” my entire adult life. I am now 6’ and 1/2 inch. WHAT. HOW. This is a known thing that happens to trans ladies on HRT, but like… where did that inch and a half go?! 🧐

Breast growth continues. I’d like a lot more. Not necessarily anything ostentatious, but you know, I’m 6’ (APPARENTLY) and would like them to be more noticeable to make ME feel better, and help me be more often gendered correctly. Still hurt like mofos almost all the time.

Oh, and the day I first saw THIS was pretty spectacular. You can see it easiest in my running clothes, so that’s the photo you get.

Did you miss it? Look! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!

That. Is. Entirely. New! I think I first noticed it a few months ago, though I don’t remember exactly when. My sides used to be straight like a wall all the way down. It’s VERY EXCITING! I guess some of the fat from the sides of my torso redistributed to my hips? SCIENCE!

Sadly there’s still nothing to speak of in my ass (ahem). There’s just nothing there. Won’t someone think of the children*?? (for all values of “children” that = my perpetually baggy bottoms in all my women’s jeans and shorts that my tiny little butt cheeks cannot fill out)

I see a lot of difference in my face. Well, to be clear, I think the differences are maybe subtle, but they’re a lot to ME. What do you think? I see it fuller and rounder, and it makes me so happy.

Here’s a side by side with a photo I liked last year that felt good at the time and now spikes my dysphoria, when it didn’t before! Because, to me, I’ve come a long way already. And there’s still so much farther to go. 

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PANDEMIC TRANSITION

Welcome to #TransTuesday! Today we’re talking about something that’s unique to me and a small subset of other trans people: the PANDEMIC TRANSITION. As always, while there may be commonalities, these are my experiences only.

I don’t speak for others, and if you interpret what I’m saying that way you are wrong and bad and you should feel bad. So don’t do that. 🙂 I’ve mentioned before in multiple threads how I had to wait until a certain date to begin my transition for reasons.

Not going to link you to those, as it’s come up a lot of times and you get the point so let’s all move on. But the time I could begin transitioning was around two months after all us socially conscious people went into strict lockdown.

I knew the earliest I’d be able to start transitioning would be May 2020, and the panini threw that all into the air. But I’d been waiting so long, it felt like waiting until if/when covid was past us was unbearable. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be me.

When I came out publicly last July, my transition was well underway (at least socially, HRT finally started in August). But I didn’t realize at the time how much more difficult the panorama was going to make things.

I never thought it would all be easy, but it’s definitely held me back in a lot of ways that I have struggled with. One of the biggest of these was the way it’s prevented me from getting electrolysis/laser hair removal, especially on my face.

Which may not seem like a big deal to you, but body hair and ESPECIALLY facial hair are one of the things that a whole mess of my gender dysphoria comes along with. I talked specifically about my facial hair in the trans tuesday on GENDER DYSPHORIA.

And my BODY HAIR dysphoria got an entire thread of its own.

So what the pan-fried salmon has done is kept me locked into a holding pattern for a solid year. I still have to shave my face, ALL THE TIME. I’ve found a different shaving cream that helps, and a slightly different way of doing it.

I don’t know how to explain it other than I changed some hand motions and the order of the areas I shave and it allowed my brain to (SLIGHTLY) interpret it differently so it doesn’t bother me quite as much because it’s different than when I shaved before. But I still hate it!

On a scale of hate from 0 to 100, my previous hate for it was a solid 100. Now it’s, like… 95. Which doesn’t seem like much, and it’s not, but when I’m battling my dysphoria I will take absolutely anything I can get. Every little bit honestly helps.

There’s nothing I’ve been able to change about shaving/epilating my body hair. It’s the same now as it always has been. I despise it, it eats up a ton of my time, and it makes me absolutely miserable.

And though some laser/electrolysis places have been open for a while, I couldn’t go. Susan is immune compromised and there’s NO WAY IN HELL I would put her at risk just to make myself feel better.

Especially since, y’know, you kinda have to be maskless in order to get your facial hair zapped off. And it’s not like it’s a one and done appointment. You have to go a lot. It’s a process and it takes time.

And it’s caused other problems. I run, and I do it pretty often. For exercise and my mental health, but also other reasons I call BODY HACKING.

The problem is I have asthma, and running with a mask on has been miserable agony. But once my second vaccine shot reaches full effectiveness, I should be able to run alone outside unmasked, right? Except if I do that, you’re gonna see beard shadow.

Even if I shave RIGHT before I run, it won’t matter. Immediately after shaving you can still see the bluish tint of the hair under the skin. Only makeup covers it up, and I can’t run in makeup. So what’s the problem? Well I am now on HRT, and… I have boobs. Noticeable boobs.

You can tell they’re there even under my sports bra (which I need because now they jiggle! Which is amazing and also OH SO PAINFUL). And if I go running as a mildly-bearded lady, I’m unsure how safe that will be.

There’s this wiry old man who always waved at me on my runs, from his stoop where he sat with his morning coffee. He disappeared for most of the last year, but I was happy to see he reappeared this week and seems fine.

Only when he waved this time, his hand just stopped in mid-air, and he just STARED at me. Super great feeling, let me tell you. There was another time some guy driving by in his car slowed down to talk to me (guys: why?).

He stuck his arm out with a raised fist and was like “YEAH WOO!” (guys: WHY?!?) and then also just stopped, arm mid-air, I guess when he saw I had boobs? And then he also just STARED. And that’s with a mask ON. So fun!

So I’m going to have to KEEP running with a mask on, just to hide the beard shadow, until the laser/electrolysis progresses enough that you can’t see it anymore. And that is awful, but I don’t feel like I really have any other choice. It’d be even worse without it.

But I’m going to set up my first appointment to zap said facial hair later today, and I’m just… I don’t even know how to feel. I’m elated and scared and overwhelmed, though the latter is because there’s more than just that.

I’ve never done anything with my hair. NEVER. I didn’t even know I had curls, my head was buzzed to a quarter inch long for most of my life. HAIR got its own trans tuesday.

I LOVE my hair. I had no idea this is what I had, and I feel so lucky that it’s something I like so much. But I don’t even know what’s POSSIBLE to do in terms of styling it. And I’m terrified of hating it after, because it’s the only part of my body I love without reservation.

I’ve never had a real haircut as ME. And I already have an appointment, with a lovely and highly recommended trans-friendly stylist. It’s in a couple weeks! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And guess what else ya girl has an appointment for? STARTING MY OFFICIAL NAME AND GENDER MARKER CHANGE! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! It’s with a legal expert who helps trans people with these things.

Quick aside if you missed it above, but please notice/remember that we trans people have to worry if something as basic as a hair stylist is safe for us to go see, so we don’t risk being treated as subhuman by a fermented sack of poop.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable just going to any well-reviewed stylist without knowing ahead of time if they were going to treat me like shit or even refuse to cut my hair altogether. It’s something I didn’t at all plan for before I started transitioning.

And I’m only now noticing it because I’m fully vaccinated and can finally start going places again, and it’s a cold wake up call to always be reminded how hostile so much of American society is to us. It’s just a damned haircut! Good times.

So this “pause button” that the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster put on a lot of my transition affected me in another way that I only discovered a couple weeks ago, after we’d had our first vaccine shot and I realized there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

This entire time, since before I came out, since I began my transition… I never painted my nails. Who the hell cares, Tilly? Literally nobody. Ladies can paint or not paint their nails as they choose. So can guys and non-binary people. Do or don’t, whatever!

Except that I wanted to. I’ve always wanted to. But I didn’t. I held off for ALL of the pandemic, and honestly I didn’t know why until I turned it over and over in my head for a few days, eventually asking Susan to show me how because I had no idea.

(I didn’t get to go to little girl school, we have to learn these things somewhere). After all the things I’ve tried and done, and still do, painting my nails was really the last thing I had that I could do at home as part of my transition.

And again, it’s not a part of transitioning for every trans lady, nor should it be, but for me it was. I wanted to see what it would look like, discover how it would make me feel. Maybe I would feel nothing and not even care, you know? I was really curious.

What I discovered is that I don’t like it, I LOVE IT. And for a reason I didn’t expect. It doesn’t seem to make me FEEL more like a woman, though. It’s so difficult to explain this stuff sometimes. I guess it never felt like an overly-gendered thing to do for some reason.

I think my nails look nice. Susan had me start with a light color since I was bound to make mistakes, and hey, good call actually. I wanted to dive right into some super bright color because of course I did. I talked about colors and how even those ended up gendered and kept from me in UNEXPECTED BONUSES OF TRANSITION.

But what it does is make my hands look less like “man hands” in my mind. Is it just because they have polish on them? Is it drawing my eye to them in a new way that makes my brain interpret them differently? Hell if I know.

I have pretty large hands and my fingers are quite long. I didn’t think they bothered me, but maybe they do because seeing the polish on my nails somehow made me feel a little less dysphoria. And I didn’t expect that.

I don’t know what I expected, which is why I wanted to try it, and look at the good that came of it! It makes me feel better somehow, and that’s amazing! So why the hell did I wait so long? I could have done it a year ago.

And that puzzled me. What I’ve been able to figure out was that the pancreas took so much away from me in terms of freedom to explore my own transition that I was incredibly resentful of it.

And boo hoo, cry some tears Tilly, a lot of people had it a whole lot worse. I know. But that didn’t make it less difficult for me to wait my entire life to be myself and then have forces outside my control say “Uh uh, no. You can only go so far.”

So though I WANTED to try putting nail polish on, I held off, because it was the ONE TRANSITION THING left that I felt I still had control over. Yeah I wanted it, but I’d do it on MY terms.

Somehow it was comforting to know there was still something else I COULD do as part of my transition, that even the panhandle couldn’t stop. And weirdly holding on to that knowledge made things feel just slightly more in control.

But once we got the first shot, I could let that go. I didn’t need to hold onto it anymore, because now there was something else I was doing to get the situation under control.

I have my hair/name appointments. I’m gonna laser my face. And my nails will look FAB while doing it. This color’s called LEIA (I am one with the general, the general is with me).

Let go of what you need to. Embrace the unknown. Full speed ahead.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

RAINBOW CAPITALISM

Welcome to #TransTuesday! It’s Pride month, so that means we’re gonna talk about Target, and Dylan Mulvaney/Bud Light, and the Los Angeles Dodgers, and: RAINBOW CAPITALISM.

If you’re unsure exactly what Rainbow Capitalism is, or why it upsets so many people, this is the thread for you. We have evidence galore! But what it basically amounts to is corporations posting rainbow logos and selling queer merch while otherwise stabbing us in the back.

On the surface, you’d maybe think the rainbow/Pride merch isn’t a bad thing. Any group being catered to by a corporation means they’ve realized there’s money to be made from that group, and that’s worth more to them than the blowback from bigots who will complain. Theoretically.

So in that respect (and that respect ONLY) you can see it as a good thing, or at least a sign that some societal acceptance is changing for the better. No corporation in the 1980s was selling rainbow merch or even claiming to support queer people, right? Progress.

And if that’s ALL that it was, then it wouldn’t be so bad. It’d be just another sign of the rampant commercialization and commodification of EVERYTHING in our capitalist society.

And I admit it’s nice to have merch with the trans flag on it. I have a shirt with the Star Trek delta/trans flag combo that means SO MUCH to me, because it’s OFFICIAL. But it’s more than just blowing smoke because Trek has been actually featuring non-cis characters!

Me with long curly hair and curly bangs, in pink-framed glasses with eyeliner and pink lipstick, in a navy blue t-shirt that has the Star Trek delta on it (the inside of the delta is filled with the trans flag). My left hand is giving the Vulcan live long and prosper salute, and my black leather cuff watch is visible on my left wrist.

I think they could still do more, and I don’t think they’ve always gotten it perfect, but there’s actual, real progress and it means the world to me and a lot of other trans and non-binary folks. And I love my goofy tank top with a cat wearing pride flag sunglasses, as ludicrous as it is.

Me with long curly bangs and long curly hair (I know I always describe it the same but it’s my hair what do you want from me), in blue-framed glasses, in blue eyeshadow and dark eyeliner and red lipstick and red nail polish, in a blue tank top with a white cat head on the front. The cat wears sunglasses and the lenses show the pride flag, which is super weird and is thus great.

But it’s not all fun t-shirts and mugs and socks and pajamas. A lot of the time there’s sadly something much more sinister going on.

There are the even more naked grabs for queer dollars by companies who want to have the appearance of supporting us while not even having the guts to MENTION WHO IT IS THEY’RE SUPPORTING.

A tweet from @AudioJillian (the Tillys Trans Tuesdays podcast sound mixer) that reads: Our station is actually running Price promos! THey say wonderful sentiments like “All means Y’all” and “whatever flag you fly or what color your stripes are.” You know what they don’t say? ANYTHING ABOUT GAY OR QUEER LISTENERS.

And sometimes, a corporation tries to get in on the action without even realizing what they’re doing, or possibly implying, as this ad from Burger King Austria does. Tops and bottoms, huh? Sure.

An add from Burger King Austria showing two Whoppers in front of a rainbow, the one on the left has two top buns and the one on the right has two bottom buns. Text at the top reads “Time to be proud.” and text on the bottom reads “Pride Whopper” but the E in Whopper is replaced with a rainbow flag.

So okay, maybe that’s not great (while also being kinda unintentionally funny), but what’s the harm in it? Especially from a company that wants to support queer causes, right? From a company that even trolled known hatemongers Chick-fil-A about it?

In that article you’ll find mention of some of Burger King’s past treatment of queer employees and issues, and now we’re starting to get to the heart of the matter.

There’s also this case where a trans employee of theirs DIED after being forced to work with covid, and the manager BLAMED IT ON HER HORMONE REPLACEMENT THERAPY. And this happened HERE IN CALIFORNIA of all places!

I’ve searched and searched, and while I can find statements from Burger King regarding the death and covid policies, I haven’t been able to find anything from them taking a stand and refuting the bigoted manager who blamed it on HRT.

Maybe it’s out there and I’ve missed it, but if you ARE pro-queer (and even if you just cynically want to be SEEN that way for our delicious queer cash), wouldn’t you BLANKET that statement everywhere, disavowing that manager’s words? It should be easy to find!

Yet it’s not difficult to believe that it might not even exist at all, because in our society this happens all the time. Companies will say they support us, then threaten to take away our gender-affirming care if we dare to support unionization.

And it’s more than a one-time thing for Starbucks. So much so it almost seems like company policy!

Companies will say they support us, then fire us for simply wanting the same respect that every cisgender and heterosexual person at the company gets by default.

Look at all these companies with rainbow logos who supported the politicians who enacted Florida’s “don’t say gay” bigotry. That’s not allyship!

An image showing corporate pride/rainbow logos and how much each company has donated to supporters of Florida’s “Don’t Say Gay” bill: Charter Communications ($229000), Draft Kings ($50000), PepsiCo ($35000), AT&T ($102500), Comcast NBCUniversal ($92000), Anheuser-Busch ($35000), Walgreens ($31500), Zillow ($20000), Amazon ($7500). Text reads, “Contributions from 1/1/2020 to 2/15/2022 to bill sponsors, legislators who votes for the bill in committee, Speaker of the Florida House Chris Sprowls, and Governor Ron DeSantis. Source: Florida Campaign Finance.”

It’s so bad you can make jokes about it with notably evil fictional companies.

An image reading-
Nobody:
Corporations during June: (a collection of logos from evil companies in fiction, in rainbow colors, including, Umbrella Corporation, UAC Union Aerospace, Silver Shamrock Novelties, Skynet, OCP, Shinra Corporation, RR, Lexcorp, inGen, Weyland-Yutani Corp, Mishima Zaibatsu, Abstergo Industries, Black Mesa Research Facility, Aperture Laboratories, Mann Co., SCP Foundation, Mom’s Friendly Robot Company, and Virtucon.

Even our governments will light themselves in Pride colors

While they’re in the middle of taking our rights away and forcing invasive GENITAL CHECKS on CHILDREN.

If you want some info on companies with rainbow logos, who claim to support us and want our money, yet will turn around and donate to politicians who are taking our rights away, here you go.

And some more…

And some MORE!

Are there any companies getting it right? Here’s a list of some that may actually be pro-LGBTQIA2S+.

Note the last one on that list is Ulta. I get a lot of makeup and hair products from them, so I’m on their marketing emails (I get too much email but I want the sale notices and discounts, IT’S A REAL DILEMMA).

Anyway, this one I experienced personally. Imagine my utter shock and (pleasant) surprise when this email came in:

A very (VERY) long vertical image showing a marketing email from Ultra for Pride. There are photos of three people of varying races and genders, and images of various makeup products interspersed throughout. Text reads:

With Pride. Whoever you are. Whoever you Love. However you identify. We’re proud to celebrate and spotlight the LGBTQ+ community, this month and beyond. This week, get to know organizations making a difference, and the brands that support them.

The Trevor Project. Creating a safer, more inclusive world through crisis intervention for LGBTQ+ youth, plus critical research and advocacy. Brands that donate: Maybelline, Kiss, OPI, Madison Reed and L.A. Girl.

The Pride Foundation. Building a better, safer, more equitable world through community organizing and student support. Brands that donate: L.A. Girl.

Los Angeles LGBT Center. Caring for the community in Los Angeles and beyond with health and social services, housing, education and advocacy, and more. Brands that donate: NYX Professional Makeup.

Ali Forney Center. Transforming lives by protecting LGBTQ+ youth from homelessness, empowering them with tools to live independently. Brands that donate: L’Oreal.

Triangle Community Center. The leading provider of programs and resources to nurture and support LGBTQ+ residents of Fairfield County. Brands that donate: Eyelure.

G.L.A.A.D. Founded as a protest against defamatory coverage of the community, G.L.A.A.D. works through media to share stories that accelerate acceptance. Brands that donate: Sally Hansen.

The Point Foundation. Empowering LGBTQ+ students to achieve their full academic and leadership potential through financial aid and scholarships. Brands that donate: Scunci.

True Colors United. Striving to end homelessness in the queer community, fueled by the belief that housing in a human right. Brands that donate: Manic Panic.

I know that’s a weird size, but I wanted to include it all. Hopefully you can zoom in to see it. It shows brands that Ulta sells, and which LGBTQIA+ organizations those companies donate to and support. That feels much closer to something real!

Of course you should still do your due diligence and check who else those companies may donate to. Ulta has seemingly donated very little to politicians, and much moreso to democratic ones, but ANY dollars supporting republican PACs isn’t great.

But it’s only $1500 total, came from individuals and not the company itself, and is utterly obliterated by the amount given in support of democratic candidates who are much more likely to support queer causes, so that might be as good as it gets in this world.

And there was of course the whole recent fiasco with trans woman Dylan Mulvaney doing an ad for Bud Light that made bigoted conservatives LOSE THEIR ENTIRE MINDS.

And as soon as that happened… the company walked back their support of her to appeal to the bigots who got offended at a trans woman existing. And of course Anheuser-Busch is actually a HUGE donor to the Republicans. So they obviously don’t care about queer people at all.

And even more recently, there was the issue with the Los Angeles Dodgers. If you’re not aware, the team was going to have a Pride night, as many sports teams do. A night to celebrate their queer fans during one of the games. Seems like a good thing, right?

But then this happened. (They deleted the tweet, but I got a screencap)

A tweet from the Los Angeles Dodgers that reads: In the spirit of unity, the Los Angeles Dodgers are proud to host our 10th annual LGBTQ+ Pride Night on June 16th. This event has become a meaningful tradition, highlighting not only the diversity and resilience within our fanbase, but also the impactful work of extraordinary community groups. This year, as part of a full night of programming, we invited a number of groups to join us. We are now aware that our inclusion of one group in particular – The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence – in this year’s Pride Night has been the source of some controversy. Given the strong feelings of people who have been offended by the sisters inclusion in our evening, and in an effort not to distract from the great benefits that we have seen over the years of Pride Night, we are deciding to remove them from this vear’s group of honorees.

So what the hell is going on here? From their own website, here’s who the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence are: “The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence are a leading-edge Order of queer and trans nuns. We believe all people have a right to express their unique joy and beauty.

“Since our first appearance in San Francisco on Easter Sunday, 1979, the Sisters have devoted ourselves to community service, ministry and outreach to those on the edges, and to promoting human rights, respect for diversity and spiritual enlightenment.

“We use humor and irreverent wit to expose the forces of bigotry, complacency and guilt that chain the human spirit.”

They’re a charitable organization that’s been around for over 40 years, made up up queer people WHO EXPOSE AND LAUGH AT BIGOTRY to make political statements. They were there supporting the community through the AIDS crisis when we were abandoned by everyone else.

In fact, the Dodgers just gave the LA chapter of the Nuns an award for their twenty-seven years of charitable service to the city. AND THEN DISINVITED THEM FROM PRIDE NIGHT WHEN BIGOTS COMPLAINED THAT THE NUNS MAKE FUN OF BIGOTS.

You can visit lasisters.org to learn all about them and their mission of compassion and acceptance for everyone, and how their goal is to support the queer community and spread our joy. You can read their statement on this train wreck there, too.

People like thirsty sycophant MARCO RUBIO, from ultra-fascist Florida, complained that the nuns mocked Catholics with a “lewd imitation” of nuns. And let’s unpack that a little. Because it’s a continuation of the “all queerness is inherently sexual” bullshit the Republicans keep spewing.

“We can’t have a gay kiss in media even though hetero kisses are everywhere! Queer people are pedophiles!” Florida just made it a crime for trans people to use public bathrooms under the guise that all trans women are sex offenders BY DEFAULT. This is that exact same bullshit.

Drag and trans people are seen as inherently sexual and awful simply by existing. Further, IMITATIONS OF NUNS is free speech protected by the first amendment! There’s literally NOTHING wrong with or illegal about it.

But religious bigots get their undies in a bunch every single time they’re called on their bigotry, and those religious bigots who are politicians complained and the Dodgers INSTANTLY folded. Not only that…

They DARED to do it while talking about “unity” and “diversity” and “the impactful work of community groups,” thereby implying that the sisters are the antithesis of all of that. THIS IS THEM SAYING “QUEERNESS IS ONLY OKAY IF THE BIGOTS AGREE WITH IT.”

HEAVEN FORBID WE UPSET THE BIGOTS BY CALLING OUT THEIR BIGOTRY.

As we’ve talked about many times in Trans Tuesdays, there is no “both sides.” You either believe in equality and human rights, or you don’t. The other side of that IS LITERAL BIGOTS AND NAZIS. And the Dodgers said, “well the bigots have some good points…”

Which thereby tells EVERY SINGLE QUEER PERSON that they’re not welcome there. And there you see the Dodgers’ rainbow capitalism laid bare: they only wanted our dollars, they only wanted to APPEAR supportive. In reality, they don’t give two shits about us.

However, after a LOT of outcry, and many big queer organizations pulling out of the Dodgers’ Pride Night in protest, they thankfully reversed course.

A new statement from the LA Dodgers (with rainbow logo! natch) that reads: After much thoughtful feedback from our diverse communities, honest conversations within the Los Angeles Dodgers organization and generous discussions with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, the Los Angeles Dodgers would like to offer our sincerest apologies to the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, members of the LGBTQ+ community and their friends and families.

We have asked the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence to take their place on the field at our 10th annual LGBTQ+ Pride Night on June 16th. We are pleased to share that they have agreed to receive the gratitude of our collective communities for the lifesaving work that they have done tirelessly for decades.

In the weeks ahead, we will continue to work with our LGBTQ+ partners to better educate ourselves, find ways to strengthen the ties that bind and use our platform to support all of our fans who make up the diversity of the Dodgers family.

Thankfully public pressure got them to reverse that terrible decision, but the ending of the new statement is key. They need to work WITH the queer community on these things, all companies do. You can’t just be reactionary babies every time a bigot throws a fit.

And then there’s the whole issue of Target removing pride items based on protests from bigots.

And this wasn’t even SOLELY corporate greed, because their Pride collection featured items from indie queer creators! Which is exactly how it should be, so there’s money going TO queer people and it’s helping people find their work.

But then that merch is pulled, which hurts the very people you’re trying to help (both the creators and those who’d like to purchase the items to support them).

So this one is really tough, because queer people want (and deserve) products that reflect who we are, and Target does donate to both political parties, they’ve also donated to those taking our rights away. Like Trump!

And this is a really tough situation on the surface, because Target wants to (and has an obligation to) protect their employees, especially those who are queer and/or trans. But they also have an obligation to not abandon those marginalized voices they were spotlighting.

In the past they faced backlash over masking policies… and stood firm. In the past they face bigoted backlash for having an inclusive bathroom policy and letting trans people use their true names on nametags, even if it hadn’t been legally changed yet.

And by all accounts I could find, they respected employees’ pronouns. And when the bigots complained about all of that, still they stood firm. They didn’t cave. But now they have. And thus the bigots are emboldened.

If you show them their violence and terrorism works, THEY WILL KEEP DOING IT. You do not cave to this crap, all that does is justify it in the heads of the people who get enraged at rainbow merchandise not targeted at them, like some emotionally stunted babies.

I also want to remind you they are a MEGA CORPORATION WITH MANY RESOURCES. They need to sue the violent bigots into the ground with all their resources, and then guess what? It will STOP, and queer people will be protected. But no, they just caved. And it’s sickening.

But this of course brings us to “is there any ethical consumption in a capitalist society?” To which the answer is probably no and the best we can do is try to minimize the damage with our purchases while trying to effect painfully slow system-wide change.

And I guess the point I’m making is to just know where your dollars are going, but also that corporations CANNOT (well, “should” not, because clearly they CAN) say they support us while donating to people/organizations that want to take our rights away.

This ties in directly with my Trans Tuesday on TRANS POLITICS, wherein I explain how you CANNOT vote for people who want to harm us and claim you are an ally, a friend, or even family. You do not truly love us or care about someone you’d vote to take rights away from.

Oh I hear you say YOU would never vote to take our rights away, but if you vote for politicians who do, I’m sorry to tell you that’s the exact same thing. You might as well be signing trans healthcare bans yourself for all the harm you’re doing.

If you go to Chick-fil-A, you are giving them money they WILL use to hurt us. It doesn’t matter if you donate the same amount you spent to a pro-queer org. They don’t cancel each other out, you’re ENABLING THEIR BIGOTRY AND HELPING THEM HARM US.

They’ve changed who they donate to, but don’t say they won’t resume donating to bigotry again in the future soooo…

If you’re interested, Matrix Resurrections also deals with this somewhat, though also with the erasure/co-opting of trans voices. But that’s not an entirely unrelated topic, because what are these companies doing if not claiming to be with us while not listening to us?

And again, all of my Matrix trans allegories threads got me a book deal and you can get it now in hardcover, paperback, digital, and audiobook (read by me)!

So which corporations should be celebrating Pride? You can’t sum it up better than this.

A tweet from Erin Reed, @ErinInTheMorn, that reads: Corporate DEI team: thinking of painting your logo rainbow? DON’T, unless your company has:
– Pulled out of a state with anti-trans laws if applicable.
– Donated to 0 anti-LGBTQ politicians.
– Covers ALL trans healthcare – including FFS/Hair removal/top surgery

Corporations need to NOT support politicians/causes that hurt us, they need to offer full trans healthcare coverage as part of their health insurance package, they need to use their pull to fight for us politically.

Queer people are human beings who deserve equality, not inanimate pawns meant to increase your wealth.

If all you want is our money, and don’t support us getting equal rights?

Keep our names out of your mouth.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

THE 2022 US TRANS SURVEY RESULTS, part 2

Welcome to #TransTuesday! We’ve got lots more data to discuss this week in part 2 of THE 2022 US TRANS SURVEY RESULTS!

If you missed last week, definitely start there and learn about why this survey was so vital, and the importance of it being conducted by trans people.

Only 36% of adult respondents said all of their immediate family knew they were trans and were supportive, 31% said they were “very supportive,” and 28% were neither supportive or unsupportive. While that last category isn’t great, it’s not awful.

And it backs up what I’ve been saying for years… the transphobes are just a (very loud) tiny minority. However, things get a lot more grim when you look at minors, where coming out means they’re still legally under parental control.

Among 16-17 year olds who took the survey, only 44% had supportive immediate families, and 29% had unsupportive or very unsupportive environments. The propaganda war on transition care for trans kids is obviously taking its toll. Those kids deserve so much better.

And if you don’t understand how safe, tested, and needed that care is for kids (there’s no surgeries, damn it), see the trans tuesday on TRANS KIDS AND THE INTAKE EXAM.

11% of adults who took the survey who grew up in a home with family, guardians, or foster parents said that a family member was violent towards them because they were trans, and 8% were kicked out because they were trans.

5% of 16- and 17-year-olds who took the survey and grew up in home with family, guardians, or foster parents said that a family member was violent towards them because they were trans, and 8% were kicked out because they were trans.

Those numbers are slightly better than for the adults, but many of the adults who took the survey could have been 16 or 17 just a year or two ago, too, and the difference in percentages isn’t exactly huge.

34% of respondents were experiencing poverty. Over A THIRD. 18% were unemployed. 11% said they were fired, forced to resign, lost a job, or were forced to resign due to being trans. THIRTY PERCENT had experienced homelessness at some point.

When we tell you trans people lose our jobs, when some feel forced into sex work because they have no other options, when we tell you trans people have no money, this is what we’re talking about. Basically A THIRD OF US have been through this.

In the prior year, 4% had been denied access to a public bathroom and 6% had been verbally harassed, physically attacked, or experienced unwanted sexual contact in public bathrooms.

Compare that 6% with the amount of assaults cis legislators claim trans women make in bathrooms (0%) and you can empirically see they’re fighting a made-up problem to drum up bigoted support, instead of protecting the people who are actually assaulted in there.

Here’s an article about how entirely fictional the entire “bathroom debate” is.

9% said they were denied treatment or service in the past year due to being trans. 30% said they were verbally harassed in the last 12 months because of their gender identity or expression. 39% said that they were harassed online.

3% said that they were physically attacked in the last 12 months because of their gender identity or expression. Keep in mind those stats are for the year prior to filling out the survey, and things change.

When I filled out the survey, I reported that I’d not been verbally harassed in the year prior. But I was in the year following, when I ran into a horrible bigot on my way to one of the WGA strike pickets. It was horrible.

A tweet I made at 9:28 am on July 31, 2023 that reads: going to the WGA picket at Universal and just experienced a horrid, really loud, vocal bout of transphobia from someone passing by (not part of the picket). Super start to the day. Love to be hated for existing.

I talked about the (otherwise largely positive) experience of being out on those strike lines in the summer of 2023 in the trans tuesday on PROACTIVE ALLYSHIP.

70% said they’d feel varying degrees of “uncomfortable” asking police for help (count me among them), and 62% said that was because of being trans (again, count me among them).

Trans Equality has a paper on, in their words, the “epidemic of anti-trans violence” trans people experience at the hands of police. You should maybe give it a read if those numbers were surprising to you.

48% said none of their identification (driver’s license, birth certificate, passport) had the name they wanted on it, and 20% said they only had the name they wanted on at least one ID. only a third had the name they wanted on all identification.

59% said none of their ID had the gender they wanted! 23% said only some ID had the gender they wanted (which means some of their ID has the right gender, and some has the wrong one, and just imagine what that’s like).

Almost HALF of us have ZERO identification with our true names on it, and even more have the wrong gender. Cis folks, just try to imagine for a second what it’d be like to go through life with NO identification that actually matched who you are.

Because if you think it’s not a problem…22% of all respondents reported being verbally harassed, assaulted, asked to leave, or were denied services when they showed an ID with a name or gender that didn’t match what people expected to see.

Having the wrong ID, when you HAVE to show it, FORCEFULLY OUTS YOU to whoever is looking at it. And that opens you up to all kinds of problems.

80% of adults and 60% of 16- and 17-year-olds who were out or were simply PERCEIVED as trans experienced mistreatment in school. That includes: verbal harassment, physical attacks, online bullying, not being allowed to dress in the clothes they want… teachers or staff refusing to use chosen names or pronouns, or being denied the use of restrooms or locker rooms matching their gender identity. Again, the propaganda war being waged on trans kids is having real consequences. We need representatives who will fight it.

47% thought about moving to another state because their state government considered or passed laws that target transgender people for unequal treatment (such as banning access to bathrooms, health care, or sports). 5% had actually moved.

The top 10 states trans people left due to discriminatory laws were Alabama, Arizona, Florida, Georgia, Missouri, North Carolina, Ohio, Tennessee, Texas, and Virginia. Sadly I think there’s no surprises there.

That’s the end of the Early Insights from the 2022 US Trans Survey. I hope it’s given you a window, with proof, into the kinds of things trans people are dealing with and begging cis folks to help fix.

These results are pretty sobering, but give us the kind of data we need to push for policy changes and fight for equal rights for trans people. Trans rights are human rights. But we CANNOT get them IF CIS PEOPLE DON’T MAKE IT HAPPEN.

Cis people who live in those top ten worst states, or who are appalled by what you see in this report… what are YOU doing to make it better for trans people?

There aren’t enough trans people to stop these laws on our own. We cannot affect political change on our own, there aren’t enough of us. We’re too small a part of the population.

WE NEED YOU OR NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PART 3 is here!

THE 2022 US TRANS SURVEY RESULTS, part 1

Welcome to #TransTuesday! You may not know this, but in 2022 the largest survey of transgender Americans happened, and in February of 2024 the early report was released, so let’s take a look at THE 2022 US TRANS SURVEY RESULTS, part 1 (of 2)!

In 2022, the National Center for Transgender Equality ran the largest-ever survey of transgender Americans, in an attempt to better see what life was like for us, and to have hard data to use in policy decisions and fighting for our rights.

It was a survey of trans people, BY trans people, for trans people. And that it was being done BY trans people is vital, because as we’ve seen all too often, cis people don’t know what to look for, what to ask about, and often don’t care (or worse) about helping us.

For some examples of this in action, within a medical context, see the trans tuesday on COMPLETE TRANS HEALTHCARE (or lack thereof).

And see it again in the trans tuesday on TRANSMEDICALISM (and WPATH soc 1).

As a reminder, it’s CIS people taking away our healthcare, it’s CIS people gatekeeping our healthcare, and legal name and gender marker changes, it’s CIS people trying to legislate us out of existence.

So that this survey is being done BY trans people is HUGE. Because nobody knows our existence better than we do, and we’re almost never consulted at all about laws, medical standards, or anything else that affects ONLY US.

It’s the reason things like ANECDOTAL TRANS HEALTHCARE is a thing, because cis doctors often don’t care enough to (or outright refuse to) consult trans people on our own care. My own endocrinologist overseeing my HRT is operating on 30 year old information!

It’s so huge that, if you follow me on social media, you probably saw how I wouldn’t shut up about trying to get trans people to take the survey. Because it’s SO important.

A tweet from me on Nov 4, 2022 that reads: “trans friends! This is SUPER important. It’s the best way for us to get a picture of trans life in the US, and is cited in lawmaking/policy decisions. IF YOU ARE NOT CIS IT’S FOR YOU. it’s long. It’ll ask about discrimination & acceptance and so much more. Please take the time!

And that was a quote tweet of the National Center for Transgender Equality which tweeted, on Oct 25, 2022: “For the first time in 7 years, you have a chance to be part of the largest survey of trans people, by trans people, in the US. Take 60 minutes to share your story and be a part of history.

Note that the survey took about SIXTY MINUTES to complete. It was absolutely huge and incredibly thorough. Though I fear its length (and questions about difficult topics) kept participation numbers lower than they could have been, it was necessary.

Because the only way to truly find out what we transgender Americans are facing is to ask these questions. They had to ask about everything, in-depth, to gather what information they could. Even still, 92,329 trans people took the survey! That’s a huge data set!

But there are far more trans Americans than that, and how many were even aware of the survey? How many of you cis folks out there were aware of it? So I’m going to go through the entire thing and report on its findings, because I suspect most folks just haven’t seen it at all.

Keep in mind that the survey was so extensive that it took over a year to tabulate these results, and these are still just the EARLY INSIGHTS. Presumably more in-depth results will be forthcoming. Even still, there’s a ton of good data here.

If you want to learn more about the survey, you can go to ustranssurvey.org. And if you’d just like to look over the results yourself, which includes information on the goals, methodology, outreach, who conducted the survey, and so much more, you can find them here.

38% of respondents were nonbinary, 35% were transgender women, 25% were transgender men, and 2% identified as crossdressers. It’s fascinating to me that crossdressers were even covered here, honestly. It can often absolutely be a gateway to transitioning…

But it’s also something entirely cisgender people do for reasons not related to being trans. But given many trans folks “ease into” transition that way, I suppose it makes sense. Still surprised me though. But here’s something interesting…

When considering sex assigned at birth, the numbers shift. 35% of respondents were trans women (I guess this makes sense, as a group we are Very Online), 30% were nonbinary AFAB, 25% were transgender men, 8% were nonbinary AMAB, and 2% were crossdressers.

But also! 5% of respondents reported they were born with a variation in physical sex characteristics or had an intersex variation, 72% reported they were not intersex, and 23% reported that they did not know.

I’m glad intersex folks were accounted for though, they’re too often left out of everything involving gender and transness, and they shouldn’t be. This shows you, perhaps, how trans people can be more thorough and understanding of our own issues than cis folks might be.

There’s more data on the breakdown of age and race of respondents that I’m not going to get into all the details of here, but 56% of respondents were white, and ages 18-24 (43%), and 25-44 (36%). So the respondents were largely white and young.

Which sadly makes sense when you think about who has the easiest access to, and time to fill out, a very large online survey. Not that young, white trans people have it easy in this world, but as a group they face fewer barriers than every other trans person.

For more on that, see the trans tuesday on TRANS INTERSECTIONALITY.

Here’s a stat that shocked me: 41% of respondents were in the south (as based on US Census regions), and those are generally the states with the most oppressive anti-trans laws.

I don’t know if that’s from the survey targeting them more to get a better idea of what they’re facing, or from people living under the worst oppression working harder to be sure their voices are heard, or both. But it’s a super interesting statistic.

28% did not see a doctor when they needed to in the last 12 months due to cost. I’ve talked many times about how trans people often face poverty due to losing our homes and jobs when we come out, but the survey has more info on that in a bit.

More than a quarter of the people who took this survey couldn’t afford to see a doctor when they were sick, which is horrible. And almost the same number, 24%, didn’t see a doctor DUE TO FEAR OF MISTREATMENT.

Read the link to COMPLETE TRANS HEALTHCARE (or lack thereof) I posted above to learn about my own experiences with that, and realize I HAVE IT GOOD. What I’ve experienced is but a shadow of what many others go through.

WE SHOULDN’T FEAR HOW CIS DOCTORS WILL TREAT US WHEN WE NEED MEDICAL CARE. I shouldn’t even have to say that, much less shout it.

44% experienced SERIOUS PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTRESS within the 30 days prior to filling out the survey. A clearer picture of what living in a highly transphobic society does to us.

Of the people who did see a doctor in the prior 12 months, FORTY-EIGHT PERCENT reported having a negative experience BECAUSE THEY WERE TRANS. This includes:

“…being refused health care, being misgendered, having a provider use harsh or abusive language when treating them, or having a provider be physically rough or abusive when treating them.” HOLY SHIT. This is unconscionable.

26% had at least one issue with their insurance company in the last year, for things like being denied coverage for HRT and/or gender confirmation surgeries, but some were also denied coverage of ROUTINE healthcare BECAUSE THEY WERE TRANS.

94% reported they lived at least part of the time as a gender other than the one assigned at birth, and 79% were “a lot more satisfied” and 15% were “a little more satisfied” with their life. That’s a combined 94% positivity rate when living as ourselves!

NINETY-EIGHT PERCENT of respondents on HRT reported they were more satisfied with their life after! That is WILD. How many other medical interventions do you know of that have that kind of positivity rate from people receiving it?!

NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT of respondents who’d had at least one gender confirmation surgery were more satisfied with their life after! These numbers are UNPRECEDENTED. The regret rate for gender confirmation surgeries for trans people is ONE (O N E!) PERCENT!

According to the World Journal of Surgery, the average regret rate for ALL surgeries for ALL people is 14.4%!

We’re going to wrap here for now, but come back next week as we finish discussing the rest of the report, there’re still so many more important bits of info that reveal a whole lot about trans life.

Cis people still treat gender confirmation surgeries as some horrible thing that we don’t know that we really want. BUT CLEARLY, WE KNOW WHAT WE NEED.

If you’d just listen, things would be better for all of us.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PART 2 is here!

PARENTS WHO WILL NEVER KNOW THE REAL YOU (my dad)

Welcome to #TransTuesday! This week we’re going small and personal, yet is still entirely related to my transness in ways I will never be able to escape. So let’s talk about: PARENTS WHO WILL NEVER KNOW THE REAL YOU. And for me, that means: MY DAD.

His birthday is not too far from when this thread is going up, same for Father’s Day, which means he’s on my mind now even more than usual. And every year I struggle with this and every year it haunts me, and it probably always will.

This is pretty tied in with how THE PAST can be difficult and complicated for trans people who transition as adults, so see the Trans Tuesday on that for more info.

My dad died in an accident when I was five. I… wrote out the details, but no, it’s better without them. It’s too horrible to talk about, or even think about. It was… well, it was really bad.

Suffice to say the method of his death made me terrified of some things as a kid, and I still feel some of the lingering effects of that today. He was really young, only 25 or 26 at the time.

I’ve mentioned before how my mother, who died over a decade ago, lied to me about him for my entire life. She used me as a weapon to hurt him, and convinced me he abandoned us. She had me hating him for a good portion of my life.

You can learn more about my incredibly complicated relationship with my mom, and the ways it affected my own motherhood, in the Trans Tuesday on BEING A TRANS PARENT aka MOTHER’S DAY.

A ways back, Susan and I found his family. I got to know my grandparents in the few years they had left, and my step-mom is one of the kindest and sweetest people I’ve ever met, and I have a great relationship with her that I cherish.

Once I reconnected with them, well into adulthood, I learned who he really was. It was an extra knife in my heart knowing the ways I’d been used to wound him, and the awful things I’d been led to believe about him.

All I have left of him are a scant few photos. I remember some small things… very few of them good. One of the most visceral memories is screaming to get away from him, because if I went with him for the weekend my mother told me I “wouldn’t be her special little [girl] anymore.”

The one thing I remember better than anything is him lying in his casket at the wake, right down to the pattern on the shirt he was wearing. It’s seared into my brain forever. I can see it right now. He’s laying there so still.

I remember not understanding what death meant, or why he wouldn’t wake up. How awful for that to be almost all I can remember of him. I only have a couple happy memories I can think of, one of which is playing hockey with him in the winter.

No skates or anything, I think we were on a driveway. I’ve never really liked hockey much, but maybe he did? I remember he had a pipe (a guy in his early 20s with a pipe is kind of hilarious to me, sorry dad) and he set it in the snow while we played and it melted a little hole.

And so he forgot it was there because he couldn’t see it and then couldn’t find it. Why do I remember that? I don’t know. The only other memory I have is this: I don’t remember why, but he asked me if I thought I looked like him.

And I said no, and he asked why. And I told him it was because he had a beard and I didn’t. So… so he went into the bathroom and HE SHAVED OFF HIS ENTIRE BEARD. Oh goodness. What a kind and remarkable thing to do for your kid.

I never got to apologize to him for what my mother did, how she used me like a weapon to hurt him. If I hope for anything for those of you reading (and I do hope for a lot, for all of you), it’s that nobody ever uses you like that.

I still struggle with it. My step-mom tells me that he knew I didn’t actually hate him, that it was all the things my mom told me, and that he never blamed me for those things. But it still happened, and I was still part of it.

A confused little kid who didn’t understand what was happening, weaponized to hurt someone who never, ever deserved it. The cruelty of that is very difficult for me to live with. I hope none of you ever have to experience it.

I never got to talk to him about how I unknowingly helped those things happen. I never got to be sure MYSELF that he knew I would have never done or said the things my mom told me to if I’d understood.

I don’t remember him hugging me. And I’ll never, ever know what it felt like. My step-mom said I get my kindness and curiosity from him. I have this photo of him inside a hobby shop where he worked… and I wonder how much of my love of miniatures and gaming is rooted in him.

For that matter, he apparently had little me convinced he was Superman for a while (he told me he just moved so fast I never saw him changing), and my bottomless love of Superman… probably also began with him.

I’m going to share this little story my grandmother told me before she passed, because this is my thread and I can do what I want (I’m mad with power). When he was little, she’d give him breakfast at home, and pack a lunch for him to take to school.

She later got a call from a neighbor, asking why they never gave him breakfast. What? She was so confused. He was apparently stopping at a friend’s house on the way and eating another entire breakfast.

And then he’d also eat the lunch she packed, AND THE BREAD THEY’D LEAVE OUTSIDE FOR THE BIRDS. I never did those things, exactly, but knowing that my astounding and much-envied mega metabolism comes from him? That’s good stuff.

Even better is that our son has it, too. Although his is already slowing and when I tell you he’s SUPER grumpy about it in the exact same way I was when it happened to me… well that makes my heart a bit happy. I wonder how my dad dealt with it? I’ll never know.

In any case, my feelings about him are so extra complex. Because not only did I not get to know him… he never even really knew ME. The real me. And that has never gotten any easier. What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to tell him.

If you’d like to know how I hoped that’d go, Susan and I wrote a short comic about it that appears in the Color of Always queer love anthology. It’s out now from A Wave Blue World, you can get it at Barnes & Noble and any comic shop.

I keep a photo of him over my dresser, look at it every day, and wonder. I don’t know what he’d think… of believing he had a son who turned out to be a daughter.

Every account I’ve heard about him, from everyone who was not my mother, is that he was smart, and funny, and most of all kind and compassionate. So that’s what I take with me, hoping that he’d have accepted me for who I am without question.

I do have one other thing from him, though. His middle name. I talked about that a bit in the Trans Tuesday on my LEGAL NAME AND GENDER MARKER CHANGE.

I made NO decision about my middle name up until the night before I filed the paperwork. And I thought it was because I was too busy (I am), but it’s not like that’s stopped me from doing other important transition-related things when I needed to.

But I kept putting it off, over and over again. I think I felt… bad? Guilty? Awful? At the thought of changing my middle name.

I don’t really like the name. And I definitely don’t like that it’s pretty masculine. I don’t feel it fits me. But it was HIS too, and it’s all I’ve got from him, and I had to hold onto it even though having it associated with me is somewhat dysphoric.

I just don’t know. It’s all so complicated. I suppose I could change it later if I wanted, but it was such a headache to just go through it ONCE, I don’t see myself doing it again just to remove the last thing of his that still belongs to me.

Although now that I look at his photos, I think our hair color is the same. I never noticed that before. Oh goodness. My heart.

A photo of my dad, with short wavy brown hair and a brown beard, leaning on the railing of a bridge over a river, looking at the camera and smiling.

He would have been 25ish in this photo, so it was just a couple years before he died. I’m gonna try to remember him like this, and imagine he gave me that hug I can’t remember.

And that he’d love the real me just as much.

I miss you, Daddy.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com


ADDENDUM

My wife and I adapted the comic (mentioned above) to a short film that we wrote and directed! Give Long Away a follow on Seed&Spark to be notified of film festivals screenings throughout 2025 and 2026!

TRANSITION SETBACKS

Welcome to #TransTuesday! This week we’re gonna talk about something every trans person deals with, though we wish we didn’t have to. So let’s examine TRANSITION SETBACKS.

Because for a while… I almost lost myself.

This is something I subconsciously knew going in, and probably even consciously knew on some level. Few things in life happen in straight lines, with uninterrupted forward progress. So why would transition be any different?

Honestly though, that’s how my transition HAD been going up until the start of this year. And it was elating. I was constantly moving toward being the most ME I’ve ever been. And while it was slow, because transition is a process, it was gradual, constant improvement.

But two things happened around the start of this year that dramatically impacted my transition, and it was really tough for me to deal with. So my hope is by talking about them, I can help some other trans folks out there realize these things are normal.

They SUCK, don’t get me wrong, but they’re also to be expected. Stuff happens, that’s life. And I think if I had been MORE consciously aware of that, they might not have hit me quite as hard as they did.

I felt a bit blindsided, which is my own fault for thinking things would just continually get better forever without interruption. But things had been going SO well and I was feeling SO good the more I became the true me, I guess I stopped thinking about anything going wrong.

I’ve mentioned many times how changing my body pre-transition, away from the “dad bod” I had, was still a very real part of my transition. It allowed me to get closer to ME before I began my social/medical transition. See the trans tuesday on BODY HACKING.

But I want you to understand it has been a very real part of transitioning for me. Not as much as hormone replacement therapy, or my hair, or my clothes, but still really important. Even now, years into my transition, I consider it vital.

Because if I stop, it means my body will (in some ways) transition back toward where it was pre-transition. And that’s an awful and frightening thing for me, because I do not want to be associated with that body at all.

Around the start of the new year, I was doing bicep curls after my push-ups. Normal exercising for me, part of the routine I did often. But for some reason, something went wrong in my left bicep.

I don’t know exactly what because I didn’t go to a doctor to get it checked out. It didn’t seem to be anything super serious, it was maybe just a pulled muscle or the like. BUT it meant I had to rest it. For weeks.

I think it took almost a month before it felt basically back to normal, and I could get back to using it to exercise. And guess what? In that time I had lost SO MUCH of my arm and upper body strength. Like SO MUCH.

Because again, I’m fighting HRT at every step. I love love love being on estrogen, but it is not kind to muscle definition. And nearly a month with no activity had seriously depleted my strength. I could barely manage a hundred push-ups in sets of 20.

Now I know some of you are gonna be like “that’s still a lot!” and for some people it certainly is. But it’s a third of what I’d been able to do before (in sets of 30). It was a drastic reduction. And I was EXHAUSTED and totally wiped out from doing those hundred.

And it kinda crushed me. Because although it didn’t change my physical appearance much (my biceps def got smaller, but I dunno if anyone could tell but me), I knew the truth of it was that I’d backslid and thus moved closer to where I was pre-transition.

And it terrified me. It was so hard to deal with, because if there’s a timeline with a slider, with pre-transition me on one end and the 100% true me on the other, I had clearly moved toward the wrong end, however slightly.

It felt like the walls were closing in on me. It felt like the unending sea of dysphoria was there, just behind those walls, and cracks were forming. It was threatening to come in and drown me again.

And you can’t rush muscle healing or strength training. I’m only just NOW getting back to where I was before I got hurt. And it’s been tough to not push myself too hard to try and get back faster, because doing so would likely result in me getting hurt again.

There was literally no way to make it go any faster, which meant I had to just sit inside those cracking walls, feeling the trickle of water begin, and do my best to slowly and methodically patch the cracks before I drowned.

And then, in the middle of dealing with all of that, a MUCH larger setback happened. I mentioned in the trans tuesday on ANECDOTAL TRANS HEALTHCARE that I didn’t know there were two kinds of progesterone, and I’d recently switched.

What I didn’t tell you in that trans tuesday is that while the micronized progesterone has absolutely helped with breast growth and developing small but very real hips for me… apparently medroxyprogesterone suppressed testosterone a lot more.

And so when I switched, while I got those great benefits I’ve been wanting for years… my T levels rose. A LOT. And I want to take a second to let you know what that did to me.

My body hair was growing a LOT faster again, and that makes me really dysphoric. There’s a whole trans tuesday about it.

My facial hair ALSO was growing faster, to the point where all of my time-intensive shaving against the grain every morning was no longer leaving my face smooth for an entire day.

But do you want to know the worst part? IT. MESSED. UP. MY. HEAD.

So many people on HRT will tell you how being on the right hormones made their heads feel right, emotionally and physically and in basically any other way you can think of.

And… I could feel it slipping away. I could feel ME slipping away.

My dysphoria was going back up, I was starting to feel angry and confused and trapped and isolated and lonely and broken all over again. It literally felt like the core of who I am, the ME, was being stripped away to be stuffed back inside that box I always kept her in before.

And do you want to know the wildest part? Just from my head and my emotions feeling wrong like they did before, I fell back into some things I always did back when I felt like that all the time WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING IT.

Such as what, Tilly? I’m glad you asked. On multiple occasions, I almost accidentally misgendered myself in my head. THREE YEARS INTO MY SOCIAL TRANSITION! That stopped a few months after I came out when I got used to being the real me.

And now here it was happening again, because I felt like I did back then! And you know what else? I was surprised to discover when I went to the bathroom I WAS PEEING STANDING UP. I have not done that in years, even since before my social transition started!

I didn’t INTEND to do it, it just happened. And I realized midway through what was going on. I didn’t think anything of it at first BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WHAT I ALWAYS DID WHEN I FELT THIS HORRIBLE BEFORE. It was definitely not helping my already wounded state!

And then with all of those changes happening, I began to worry that the fat redistribution under the skin would also start changing back, and my face would morph back to that stranger I never recognized in the mirror for my entire life.

The largest part of my gender dysphoria always came from my face. I mean lots of other parts of my body, too, but that was the worst. And so the thought of no longer even being able to SEE MYSELF was terrifying.

It was absolutely DEVASTATING. It WRECKED me entirely. I was an emotional mess for weeks. And I was so, SO mad that in order to get more of the body changes I want (breast growth and hips) I had to sacrifice all the other things I also want.

WHY does it have to be like this? It’s SO UNFAIR. I didn’t ask for this. Why can’t I just BE ME and not have to deal with this? Can you even imagine what it’s like to feel your identity is being stripped from you? Ripped out of your mind and heart, leaving a cold shell behind?

That’s where I was. And my body was getting more dysphoric IN TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT WAYS at THE EXACT SAME TIME.

But HRT is always about finding the right balance, adjusting as you go, trying to get more of what you need and less of what you don’t. And so I adjusted, and now… I think I’ve found an okay balance. Maybe.

My body hair’s still growing faster than I like, BUT not as bad as before. My facial hair is back to staying gone for a day as long as I keep shaving it really close against the grain, over and over again, every morning.

I’m still seeing the gains I want from the micronized progesterone. I think. I mean hormones are slow but my boobs hurt so I’m pretty sure they’re still growing and I can still see my actual little hips that make me totally euphoric.

But above all, the hormones have adjusted enough that my brain, my thoughts, my personality, my ME is back. I feel like myself again, and I’m so glad because those dark days where I felt almost like I was entirely cut off from the world again were so tough to deal with.

All of which is to remind you again that few things in life are nothing but a straight path of progress. There are going to be twists and turns, ups and downs, and sometimes it’s going to feel like you’re going backward. That’s just the way life works. It’s normal.

But when that happens, PLEASE do not give up. There is still a way forward, even if you can’t see it at the time. It’s hard work, but you can find the path back to where you want to be.

And when it happens, remember you’re not the first person it’s happened to, and you don’t have to go through it alone. If Susan wasn’t there to help me through it, the despair might have eaten me alive.

Reach out to those who care about you when you need it.

We can find that path forward together.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

NO ESCAPE 2: SOME ESCAPE (due to cis allyship)

Welcome to #TransTuesday! Today was going to be a one year retrospective, but something happened that I really want to talk about, so I’m pushing that to next week. So what’s on deck for today? NO ESCAPE 2: SOME ESCAPE aka CIS ALLYSHIP.

As a primer, have a look at my original NO ESCAPE essay, about how my deadname and reminders that I’m trans are things I can never get away from:

And just as evidence about how difficult some of this is, I’m in the middle of having a background check done, and I got stuck on the very first page of the form. Because it says to put my legal name… which is Tilly.

But I also have to check a box that says “this is the name that appears on my government issued ID”… which it is not, yet, and who knows when the process will finally get to that point, since covid has slowed everything to a crawl. For more on that see LEGAL NAME AND GENDER MARKER CHANGE.

I contact customer support about the problem, and they advise me to… put my legal last name on the form. But my last name hasn’t changed, they just assumed because I guess that changes most often due to marriage?

So I have to tell them no, it’s my first name that’s changed, and they ask the old name, and now I’m discussing being trans with a stranger and I’d really rather not have to do that, but I’m forced into it and hey that’s kind of bad.

And now I have to put my deadname on this form, which doesn’t match the name of the person the form was sent to, and it’s just a whole thing. And even better, they want to know my sex. WHICH HAS LEGALLY BEEN CHANGED.

But not on my ID yet. And it, y’know, makes me feel not great to have to put that name on things, much less see it again. Or have to sign it in a signature. It’s super awful, actually. It makes me want to curl into a ball and hide but also scream in anger at the top of my lungs.

And this hit me in a much bigger way just yesterday. I had to go in for a colonoscopy, which may seem totally out of left field but gimme a sec, it’ll make sense. I’m fine, don’t worry, there’s just family history so they’ve been checking early.

Since the procedure was scheduled, I’ve been… increasingly worried and anxious about it, to the point where it was all I could think about. And it’s not just because the prep for it is absolutely awful (it is), or that I hate going under anesthesia (I do).

It’s because I’m still in the middle of getting new documents with my legal name/gender change reflected. And so all of that info hasn’t been changed with our health insurance and doctors. And the thought of being deadnamed and misgendered throughout was too much to deal with.

EVEN THOUGH they’re the ones providing my transgender care (HRT and voice therapy) and it’s right in my file that I’m trans, I STILL get deadnamed and misgendered by people who don’t bother to look at all the info (or worse, don’t care).

I briefly consider going boymode, just to not have to deal with all this, but the thought of boymoding again makes me want to shrivel, so I rule it out pretty quickly. Check out the trans tuesday on BOYMODE/GIRLMODE if you need more info.

But then they had a cancellation so called me to see if I could come in early, and I guess they’re not aware of what their own department is doing because two different people called me, and one used my real name and one used my deadname.

Which of course filled me with even more dread. So I get there and check in, and they print the little ID bracelet thing you get when you go in for procedures, and… it just has DEADNAME MCGEE in big bold print. Not even the “Tilly” in quotes. Super.

And then they immediately call me in, and I hadn’t even taken off my necklace or wedding ring etc yet. So I’m handing all this stuff to Susan when it hits me they… CALLED OUT DEADNAME MCGEE.

Nice and loud for everyone in the waiting room to hear, and then they see me walking up. When I tell you my heart was already in my feet, well… more like under them. It was crushed. And then I have to make a decision.

Do I correct this lady? Is there a point? Am I even going to see her again during this procedure? Will she tell anyone else? What if she’s a bigot? What if she doesn’t care? What if she’s hostile about it?

And then I have to do that with EVERY person I interact with during the procedure? Do you have any idea how much mental and emotional energy that many possible awful confrontations in a row would take? I wanted to run and hide.

So I just said nothing. She has my chart, which says DEADNAME MCGEE “Tilly” Bridges. It says I’m trans. I have… boobs? And everything about me is visually coded female, other than the physical traits I can’t change (thanks to the fuckin’ male puberty I never asked for).

She takes me to the little alcove where the rolly bed is and tells me to change and put the gown on, pulls the curtain closed and leaves. Great. So I change, and I’m laying there in the bed being miserable. And then a guy comes in to ask me a bunch of questions.

Routine stuff, like when I last ate, did I drink all the prep stuff, etc. He pops his head in, sees me and says “hi ma’am!” What a relief! (I still think we should get away from gendered honorifics, tho). But then he looks at my chart.

And says, “Sorry. Sir.” No. NO DAMN IT. FUCK. Now I’m extra pissed. Do I want to get into it with THIS guy? And then the exact same situation comes up:

Do I correct this guy? Is there a point? Am I even going to see him again during this procedure? Will he tell anyone else? What if he’s a bigot? What if he doesn’t care? What if he’s hostile about it?

So I stew in silence and answer his questions. He runs down my list of medications to ask if I’m still taking them. A slight hesitation when he gets to my HRT, which is very clearly estrogen. Then he asks and I confirm and he doesn’t seem to know what to call me.

Never once did he ASK. Never once did he say “I see you go by ‘Tilly,” would you like me to call you that?” Nope, it was “SIR” and “DEADNAME MCGEE” all the way through, until he saw my chart and got confused.

Never mind I’m a living, breathing person sitting two feet away from him who could confirm if he’d bothered to ask. Fine, whatever. While he’s doing this, a lady comes in to put in my IV. She calls me nothing and uses no honorifics, and none of it was weird or impolite.

That is literally always an option, people! Another dude comes in to put a blood pressure cuff on, and some electrodes on my chest to monitor heart rate and such. Two go up high, no big deal. One has to go lower. He pulls out the gown…

Hey. Boobs. Another bit of confused hesitation. What should he do? He apologizes (?) and then attaches the thingy and off he goes.

It’s possible they only put DEADNAME MCGEE on whatever this guy saw before he came in, so not necessarily his fault, but… LOOK MAN I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.

Now I’m just there waiting for my turn to go into the procedure room. It’s quiet, but only in the way these places are. So I listen and watch, because I’m a writer and that’s what I do.

And I hear them talking to other patients, one person is VERY upset they can’t have alcohol the rest of the day after the procedure, phones are ringing, beds are being wheeled around. And then I see First Confused Dude and IV Lady looking at their whiteboards of patients.

And I can’t hear all of what they’re saying because another bed wheels by, but they’re pointing at the bottom of the board, which is me. Just as the clanking of the bed fades from earshot, IV lady says “just use ‘Constellations’. Thank goodness for the mask.”

This is where I tell you my mask has constellations on it (yay science, I love you).

So here is a point where two people are just SO confused by a trans person, and rather than talk to me like a human or just use the preferred name listed right in my file, they decide to refer to me by what’s on my mask.

Which is both good and bad. Good because it means no more misgendering or deadnaming, but bad because I’m not a fucking object. I’m a person with feelings that you’ve been pretty good at stomping all over.

So now I’m just feeling extra awful and dehumanized. And I’m getting really mad, and all of this is on top of my anxiety about the actual procedure itself, and I just don’t know what to do. Like if I DO get into it with these people…

What if they’re part of the team doing the actual procedure? Do I have to worry about them providing me less care than I deserve because they’re mad at me? Or because it turns out they’re actual bigots and not just The Uncomfortable Cis?

I don’t reach a decision before they take me into the procedure room, which is unfriendly and cold and sterile in the way those rooms are, which doesn’t help my mood any. There are a few people prepping things, and the anesthesiologist at his own little station.

He talks to me a bit, seems friendly enough and doesn’t deadname or misgender me. Doesn’t really call me anything. I’ll take it. Small victories. In the corner of the room, working on a computer and her phone at the same time, is a lady.

Hard to tell with masks, but she’s probably late 20s or so. As they’re prepping me, she comes over and introduces herself as the gastroenterologist who will be performing the procedure. And she… she calls me Tilly. The FIRST one to do so.

She’s kind and friendly and reassures me all will be fine, and as they administer the anesthesia, someone asks her a question about me and says “him.” The doctor uses “she” in reply. As I drift out of consciousness I am… so glad this doctor is there.

The anesthesia wears off a little before the procedure is over, a first for me (and, uh… that’s an interesting… let’s call it “sensation”). I hear the doctor say “She’s all clear, good for another five years.”

And when I tell you hearing the “she” from her was just as important to me as hearing everything looked fine and I don’t have to do this again for a long time? That’s not hyperbole.

They wheel me to recovery to let the rest of the anesthesia wear off, but I’m completely awake and alert already (which means, uh, for past procedures I was perhaps given WAY too much anesthesia, because they took me all day to recover from).

That doesn’t help me be less anxious about having to go under, as you might imagine! But here’s the turn. After the procedure:

NOBODY misgendered me. NOBODY deadnamed me. As they checked my vitals and prepped me to leave and called Susan to be sure she was there to drive me home (no driving after anesthesia, natch), ALL of them got it right.

Because that doctor, apparently, straightened out everyone who needed to be straightened out. And when I tell you that makes her an angel, I mean it.

She didn’t put it on me to have to tell people they were fucking things up and have me risk that confrontation. She didn’t stand for it, and she got them to stop. THIS IS CIS ALLYSHIP.

She took what had been a pretty awful experience and turned it around, into something that ended up feeling positive and affirming. And all it took was for her to just treat me with the respect we should all show each other.

She turned NO ESCAPE into… SOME ESCAPE, ACTUALLY! And I love her for it.

What’s more, she got things changed in the system somehow. You get these follow-up printouts afterward, with notes on what to expect after, what your vitals were, etc. This stuff always said DEADNAME MCGEE “Tilly” Bridges. But now…

My legal name HAS changed, but they don’t have the documents yet. Yet this doctor went out of her way to do what she could to help. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go send her a thousand thank you emails.

Please, cis folks: be the allies we need.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com


ADDENDUM:

UPDATE: the doctor wrote me back. 💜💜💜

THE PAST 4 aka THE NEW PAST 3 aka TRANS GRIEF 2

Welcome to #TransTuesday! This is the second part of the most difficult trans tuesday I’ve written. I’m gonna rip my heart out for you as we conclude our talk on TRANS PEOPLE AND A.I. in THE PAST 4 aka THE NEW PAST 2 aka TRANS GRIEF 2.

It’s vital you read the first part of this before continuing on to see how the AI-generated yearbook photos affected me, and all the things they brought up. And read all of that one AND this one BEFORE YOU YELL AT ME. Please. The first one is here.

And just to reiterate before we dive in, I DO NOT SUPPORT AI being used to do creative jobs humans should be doing. AT ALL. I mean it’s not even real AI, actually, but that’s an entirely different discussion. So what did getting these yearbook photos do to me?

Seeing them was a COMPLETE jumble of emotions. Because it’s AI, some are hilarious and awful, but a lot were surprisingly very good. And it seemed to lean less into stereotypes than FaceApp… I got nerdy and sporty and girly and butch photos. It was a trip.

Lots didn’t look like me. But lots did. And it was this heady feeling of… I could have been her. I always WAS her, but I was forced to bury her. But she was in there, with me for my whole life, and this might have been me if I was allowed to let her out.

If you’ve followed me on social media for any length of time, you know I’m a writer and my brain never stops. You can see it in my daily pre-coffee thoughts. You can see it in the thread of screenshots I’ve been posting as I play through Starfield:
Twitter versionMastodon version

And what I want to make clear is I’m not sitting down and writing a story based on my screenshots. I’m just writing out what’s GOING ON IN MY HEAD as I play. It happens with every video game ever. Truly: my. Brain. Never. Stops.

So as I sorted through every yearbook photo the app gave me, tossed the ones that were bad or not me or whatever, something formed. A history. An alt but not quite alt, a real but not quite real, history of the me I didn’t get to be. Events I went through, but as if I got to be ME.

And I’m not the only one. I have a friend who turned theirs into an actual printed, physical yearbook they could hold. And my friend Miriam even turned hers into a video!

I do NOT see mine as me being born a cis girl. They are me, and by that I mean *ME*. She’s trans. But she was born into a much more accepting home life, with family who encouraged her to be whoever she really was. This is Tilly who got to transition as a kid.

This is alt-Tilly’s seventh grade class photo. The curls were definitely coming in and she realized being able to see would be somewhat helpful, so got glasses. She hated the tie, but was talked into it by her friends in the chess club (yes, I was in the chess club. Shut up.)

A young Tilly with brown and moderately curly hair, in glasses and wearing a suitcoat, collared shirt and tie.

Eighth grade alt-Tilly found confidence, being with the oldest kids in middle school and one step from high school, and discovered how to enhance her curls. She also discovered sports were cool, and was able to deal with contacts (unlike me). She also… got crushes on girls.

A younger Tilly in a t-shirt and winter cap, with very curly brown hair.

This was alt-Tilly’s high school freshman photo. She leaned into her nerdery. Physical science class was her favorite, and she got into running track and joined the volleyball team. She had her first girlfriend, and it didn’t end well because she fell really hard. Too hard.

A young teen Tilly in a gray pleated skirt and navy blue sweater, with long brown wavy hair and bangs.

As part of leaning into her nerdery, alt-Tilly joined the high school chess team and was the best player despite being a freshman (true). Her growing confidence convinced her to join the drama club, and she fell for the arts HARD. Creating collaborative art was MAGIC.

A young teen tilly with brown curly hair and bangs, in a light blue polo and white glasses.

Sophomore year was a strange one. No longer the youngest in the school, trying to figure out what becoming a woman meant, and a horrible crush on her english teacher that made her get flushed every day in class. She said it was because she just came from PE. (true???)

A young Tilly with long brown curly hair and bangs, in glasses, wearing a sweater vest over a long-sleeved white shirt.

She was still the best player on the chess club, but tradition said board 1 (of 8) always went to a senior so she had to settle for board 2. She felt this was a grave injustice, and somehow let herself be talked into yet another tie for the team photos.

A young teen Tilly with long brown curly hair and bangs, in large glasses, wearing a navy blue suit coat over a powder blue dress shirt, with a blue bow tie.

By the time drama club photos rolled around, she thought losing the bangs would help her look “more mature” and would help her land a big part in Bye Bye Birdie. But alt-Tilly also could not act, so she ended up on the crew (and loved it).

A young teen Tilly with long brown curly hair and NO bangs, in a gray sweater.

Junior year, alt-Tilly sprouted forth into adulthood in ways she wasn’t ready for. She got another girlfriend. And despite knowing better… she fell just as hard, because she only feels with the entirety of her heart (true). Also she welcomed the bangs back, so she wouldn’t look TOO old.

Older teen Tilly with long brown wavy hair and bangs, in a white t-shirt.

Alt-Tilly was still in the drama club, and got to thinking… someone writes these plays. Who? How? Could… could I write one? Would the drama club perform it? She spent hours in her room writing plays she was sure would make her famous (they were terrible).

Older teen Tilly with long brown curly hair and bangs, in a striped t-shirt and jeans

Still angry about not getting to be Board 1 on the chess team, and having finite time, she dropped chess club for the softball team, because she’d always loved baseball and she was a hell of a good second basewoman. Hated what it did to her hair, tho.

Older teen Tilly in a blue and white softball uniform, holding much less wavy brown hair off to one side with a look of disdain, as if to say “look I love this game but it WRECKS MY CURLS.”

Alt-Tilly once again trimmed her bangs before Senior year, because the sweat dripping from them into her eyes during softball games was too much to bear. She and her girlfriend broke up, only for her to get back together with her first girlfriend. Feelings were so confusing.

Older teen Tilly with long brown curly hair and no bangs, in a white v-neck t-shirt

Her girlfriend talked her into joining the cheerleading team, and while she loved the athleticism, she absolutely hated that she was forced to cheer for boys (ugh) and they wouldn’t let her cheer for girls’ sports. She didn’t last long (looked fab in the uniform tho).

Older teen Tilly with long brown curly hair and NO bangs, in a midriff-baring navy blue cheerleader uniform

She and her girlfriend broke up AGAIN (girl, it didn’t work with her the first time, why would it go any better now?), let her bangs grow back in, and discovered she LOVED seeing her biceps grow and started boxing (not competitively). Buff ladies were hot, why not be one? (true)

Older teen Tilly in a green tank top and black shorts, wearing red boxing gloves. Her brown hair is back in a ponytail (bangs are back tho).

Alt-Tilly got asked to prom by another girl she was crushing on, and they had a lovely time, but they figured out mid-dance they were really better off as friends. And that’s okay, she wasn’t too heartbroken about it (but WAS heartbroken to look back at her prom dress, ugh so ugly).

Older teen Tilly in a red… velvet??… dress and a sparkly tiara, with long brown curly hair and bangs

Freshman year of college, alt-Tilly discovered fanfiction and her play writing morphed into writing stories in her favorite universe with her favorite characters… to the detriment of her grades. She didn’t care. The writing bug HAD her. And it had her GOOD.

Young woman Tilly with long brown curly hair and bangs, in a white t-shirt and olive green skirt

College sophomore alt-Tilly met Susan, and fell for her harder than she’d ever fallen for anyone. Only now did she learn what actual love was, and those past crushes felt silly. She changed her major to screenwriting. She had no idea what this life was, but it excited her.

A young woman Tilly with long brown curly hair and bangs, in a white dress shirt and high-waisted light yellow pants (an admittedly odd choice, Tills)

College junior alt-Tilly, well… she looks back on this time with embarrassment, because she fell into the trap of thinking she needed to be harder and tougher than she was, and thought she needed to dress the part. She discovered it was… very much not her thing.

Young woman Tilly with long brown wavy hair and NO bangs, in a leather tank top and leather vest with leather pants. Oh girl, no, this ain’t you.

College senior Tilly discovered that what she didn’t want… helped her find what she did. She didn’t grow the bangs out tho, wanted to be taken seriously in Hollywood after she graduated. She married Susan. It was small but beautiful. They left for LA full of unstoppable energy.

Young woman Tilly with long curly brown hair and NO bangs, in a black tank top.

But she shortly realized that she missed her bangs, and they were part of the truest expression of herself. And so she grew them back out, and who did she become? The writer lady you all know and love (yes, you do so love me, because this is my essay and I said so).

One of my selfies, me with long brown curly hair and curly bangs, with white iridescent cat eye glasses, dark eyeliner, sparkly pink lipstick, and a blue off-the-shoulder top

So there’s my experience with these AI-generated yearbook photos. These aren’t taking jobs from anyone and aren’t stealing art, but does that mean they’re ethical? Is this one of the rare okay uses for AI? Maybe? I don’t know.

I don’t have childhood photos of myself that could be somehow gender-swapped. Without this app I wouldn’t have them. I couldn’t have gotten them any other way. And I find they’re… incredibly meaningful to me.

I’ve never even been able to look at photos of myself through the years before, watch myself grow and evolve. Do you know what it’s like to not have that? I can watch myself age and change and become who I am and it’s remarkable. I can see the lifetime that I lost.

A collage of ten of the previous AI-generated yearbook photos of me, which somehow show me aging through the years

They fucked me up, I’m not gonna lie. There is… definite pain at what could have been, what might have been. But then I realize that in some ways, somehow, it’s also what was.

Because a lot of trans people like to go back and re-imagine their memories (what few they may have if they struggled with dissociation) with the real them. Some even try to remember them ONLY that way. There’s something healing in that, believe it or not.

Because that version of us WAS there. They were with us our whole lives. Maybe we didn’t know it, or knew but couldn’t do anything about it. Either way, transphobic society STOLE that from us. It stole our childhoods and our lives.

A quick note before we continue… after the first draft of this essay, I was emotionally distraught and really messed up, but also felt somehow good at the same time. It’s so hard to explain. But the night after writing this… I had a dream.

As part of my HRT I’m on Progesterone, which is known to cause wild dreams and I definitely get that. I’ve posted several of them, calling them Progesterone Dream Theater. Look them up if you want to read some of the most bonkers stuff ever.

No P dreams have been bad or nightmares, but they’re all VERY INTENSE. Every feeling in them is amplified by a thousand. And my dream that night was about me, as I am now. And I was standing in front of two kids, a boy and a girl. And I was filled with an overwhelming sadness.

And I wrapped them both up in my arms and I hugged them so tight, and I was sobbing, and so were they. And they were me. Both of them. The me I was forced to be, and the me I really was. They were both there, and are both still part of me.

And it’s not lost on me that this was my own SUPERtext (if you’ve missed any of my trans allegory essays, it’s the opposite of subtext). Likely because I avoided dealing with this grief for so long my Morpheus sat up and slapped me in the face with it. PAY. ATTENTION. LADY.

I woke up crying, which is a first. And I can still feel the depth of that sadness, but it’s also… I guess the best thing to call it is catharsis. Release. All this grief and anger and pain and what was stolen got OUT of me.

And to think that’s not related to confronting my own trans grief that I put off addressing for so long would be folly. Confronting my grief, working through it… these yearbook photos helped me get there. I don’t know how I could have approached dealing with this without them.

The day after I had the dream, I wrote this to some friends, and I came back to add it in to this essay because I think it’s really important.

~After the heavy emotional toil of those trans Tuesdays that will be the last for this year, I was… emotionally numb. raw. and last night I had a super intense dream where I felt depths of sadness I’d never known, and woke up crying which has never ever happened before.~

~but it was this… cathartic release. I am changed. I haven’t felt this different between one day and the next since the day before I accepted my transness and the day after, or the day before I told my wife and the day after, or the day I came out publicly and the day after…~

~or the day I started HRT and the day after. I didn’t think I had any more of these. a mountain of weight I didn’t want to acknowledge was dealt with and gone. I am fifty pounds lighter. I can fly.~

This finally allowed me to deal with my grief, and fill a black pit of despair that was still there.

I am changed.

I’m not telling you to go use this app. I’m not saying if you did it would help you as much as me, or help you at all. It might be too painful. And again, the ethics of this are murky. I don’t think anyone’s being hurt by this, but the bottom line is we don’t know.

But for me? Yeah it hurt, it hurt SO BAD, but these photos HEALED ME. In ways I’m finding it difficult to describe. Because it lets me see how the real me would have handled the things I went through.

How it might have gone, who I might have been. When you see these AI-generated yearbook photos, or FaceApp photos, please try not to hold judgment against the trans people who use them. We’re just searching for a way to ease the pain of a life taken from us.

For me, this has brought a sense of peace. A sense of reclaiming what was mine, IT WAS MINE, and it was ripped away without my consent. This was, and is, MY life to live. And yet it wasn’t. But now, well… if only.

If only the world wasn’t transphobic, if only who we really are was allowed to show, to grow, to BE. When I look at these, I feel somewhere in the multiverse… it happened. I smile. And I’m fulfilled.

And I weep for “if only.”

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

UPDATE: 1/18/24

I’ve been social media friends with Charlie Hutchinson for a while, and she recently sent me the following DM (shared with permission). I wanted to include it here as I’d never heard of narrative therapy before, and I find it remarkably fascinating. Please read the interview with Dr. Nylund if you’d like to learn more about it.

And I’m also incredibly touched that Dr. Nyulnd thinks what I went through in this process may be able to help other trans folks who are struggling with some of the same things. I hope it does.

We are all in this together. 💜

Charlie Hutchinson

Tilly I’ve been following you for a while, and we’ve exchanged a few comments. I’m working on my MSW and am an intern therapist at the Sacramento region Gender Health Center. My supervisor is Dr. David Nylund, the clinical director and co-founder of the GHC. Dr. Nylund is a leading Narrative Therapist and has been working to help bring awareness and access to transgender individuals for 20 years now, both at the Gender Health Center and through his private practice.

https://www.psychotherapy.net/interview/nylund-interview

Today, during my supervision, we were talking about how trans individuals often have dissociated their childhood and have trouble recalling events of their youth. I brought up your Trans Tuesday with the Al-generated yearbook photos. He found them amazing and was really captivated by how you used it to create a narrative of your life that was stolen. He has several ideas on how to use them to help conduct narrative therapy with trans community members. Your work has been seen and inspired others. Thank you for all that you do.

 -Charlie