Mon Mothma was a Deejay

Let me preface this by saying it has been a very long month. I have been experiencing bits of euphoria here and there – when they hit, it makes me grateful I didn’t kill myself as planned. The CAPTCHA below was one of those moments. This post is just a quick life update with some pretty photos. I haven’t forgotten about my most recent blood tests – I’ll get to them in a future post. For now, let’s look at where I am at in life! 🦂

My transgender journey continues. I’d be lying if I said I was on top of this. There’s just so much that I need to work on. I’m trying to prioritise what I consider to be the most important tasks. My name change is mostly complete now. I am loving my new name. Phoenix. The nicknames it can give are just amazing. Pho, Hoe, Enix, Nix, Nixie. It’s the perfect name as far as I’m concerned.

Gender marker changes, i.e. male to female, are proving a bit more difficult thanks to the NSW state government lagging the most when it comes to transgender legislation in Australia. I mean even Queensland is ahead of us… yes, the one with all the crocodiles.

I am still in therapy, which is going well. Does anyone ever really leave therapy? Not really. It’s providing me insight into subtle gender dysphoria signs I had never truly realised. Coupled with a little bit of pregabalin (Lyrica) I have made some affirming breakthroughs, cracking open some repressed memories.

And I’m pretty sure that in hindsight, having a desire to take your girlfriend’s birth control pills is not a very cisgender thought. If only I had known more about transgender people while growing up. Things would have been a bit different. I just thought I might have been gay for a bit. Well turns out that wasn’t quite right. I mean I am definitely gay now, but as a transgender woman.

Weight loss is continuing to march in the right direction. Meals have been cut back to two a day, one at 11 am and one at 5 pm. This seems to work well so far. Looking at the image above, the shaded areas are times when I was under the weight I am now. Some rough pixel maths says one year is 510 px.

In the 2016-2017 range, I was at or below my current weight for around 14 months. Between 2020-2022 I was at or below my current weight for 25 months. That’s around three years of being less weight than I am now since data collection started way back in 2008, pretty neat!

Losing weight while transitioning might not be the best idea, the two just happened to begin at the same time. I guess one is a reason to live as my true self and the other makes the still alive me a healthier person. It’s interesting to see how the rate of weight loss has slowed compared to previous periods. Not sure if this is estradiol messing with my metabolism or maybe just because I keep eating pretzels and cupcakes…

That’s not to say that being healthier and baking bread and cake goods are incompatible. At the moment I’m almost reverse-engineering the pretzels into regular wholemeal bread. To think, I was just trying to make it an easier (or lazier) recipe. Don’t worry once they are ready I’ll be sure to add them to the recipes page. Most of the recipes will be vegan. Eggs or dairy milk are no longer welcome. I’m back on the path to being as vegan as I can… bee.

A positive side effect of being vegan means I have to stop eating bees. This means instead of eating them, I can get better at handling them. Flow-on effects include helping me gain a new respect for the local paper wasps. It’s almost winter here so the queens are asleep. The European honey bees on the other hand are still out and about. They seem to enter torpor and power down overnight if they get stuck away from their hives. Sometimes they will warm up when popped in the sun and take flight.

Not all is well though, the most common form of failure I have seen so far is what looks like pesticide poisoning. All legs spasm, then work fine for a bit, then spasm again. To prevent suffering, these little ones are mechanically destroyed. It hurts. Every. Single. Time.

Another one I found seems to have had issues with the two front legs. Poor thing couldn’t clean itself. A little bit of digging and… the slow bee paralysis virus (SBPV) appeared. Look at that vector, Varroa destructor mite. And it looks like the government has given up. Interestingly, it does not affect the native bees.

On the employment and study front, I do not miss trading my time for pay that has very little benefit. The balance sheet is broken. Too many cons, too few (if any) pros. The benefit is just not there anymore. My life goals have shifted and I can leave any time I want.

With that in mind, I guess I’ll head back to university for the 18th time. I’ve literally picked a degree based on a dream I had. Quite a euphoric dream too, I saw my future self (in the third person) doing work in bushland. Regeneration? Documenting life as it existed during the Holocene (or Anthropocene) extinction event? Who knows. All I do know is that I’m just biding my time for now. What does the future hold? Who knows! What is a girl to do? 🤷‍♀️

Footnote: I picked up some fully hectic debt. And now I’m trying to kick pregabalin again. Incredible how fast physiological dependence happens. I can rest, errr-somewhat-uneasily-thanks-to-pregabalin-withdrawal-induced-insomnia, knowing that the psychiatrist who prescribed them for sleep is now retired. I think I’ll be ready for mid-year intake at uni in… late July. I best do some exposure therapy at the uni before my first day there… bring it on! 🦎

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