My girlishfriend and I were cuddling but I needed more cuddles so she turns to me and says. "If you died you would ressurect yourself in under five minutes saying 'Tally, cuddle me. I'm cold' "
I’m at Queer History South (#qhs2024) handing out #zines, #stickers, and #bracelets and generally making a spectacle of myself (all for love of Mapping Trans Joy)
Every morning I look into the bathroom mirror and find a girl looking back at me. It’s somehow wildly surprising and the most natural thing in the world all at once.
Hey everyone. I skipped Trans Voice Friday entirely last week, but this is a very, very special week for me, so I had to make sure to celebrate it with another voice recording. It’s not just that I started HRT; yesterday I also had my last voice training session. My voice coach said I was ready and that I just need to continue doing my exercises for a few months to make sure this voice becomes my default.
She said that I was a rare case for her, because several elements of my voice were already quite feminine and others just needed a bit of work; I am the first one she wrapped with in just 5 sessions. :o I feel privileged but also a bit in disbelief; can’t this really be it? If so, I am a lucky gal.
As part of the training, I recorded a weekly audio with the same text, and yesterday she played back the first and last ones… and I was shocked. Even though I was aware my voice had changed, I had no idea how much. I had a bit of a sore throat when I recorded the first one, so that might have had an influence, but still. I feel on top of the world right now. Things are finally clicking…
Last weekend I did something I never imagined I'd do.
I did a boudior shoot.
The first very few preview shots came back--there's apparently a thousand coming--and when I saw them, I wept with #transjoy. I never in my life imagined that I could look like I look now, and the only disappointment I have is that I can't really share these shots with people.
I've been in transition three and a half years. I'm more beautiful than I ever dreamed I might possibly be.
Well, there we go. Sent off the email to my Mum. Assuming she's fallen asleep in front of the telly, tomorrow morning she'll be dealing with losing a deadbeat son and gaining a dotty old lady.
Well, Mum is fine. She phoned to make sure I'm okay, referencing at first the wild weather, then mentioning that she got my email, asking again whether I'm okay, then making sure we're still good for her visit next month for the Melbourne International Flower and Garden Show.
So I've still a date with my mum at what must surely be the Southern Hemisphere's largest annual gathering of old ladies.
If that's not a formal initiation, I don't know what is.
So what has Samantha been doing in the west coast?
I spent the past several days with the Amazonian princess, Terra. She is doing great after surgery, and it was a pleasure being able to spent time with her and help out with her recovery.
As an added bonus I got to meetup in person for the first time with @NineIsntPrime and @bumpus.
Lots of laughs and good times.
As I sit at my hotel tonight before I fly back tomorrow, I am simply in awe at our community and the friendships that have formed.