Another part of #gendereuphoria which you probably where not told about is the joy of women complementing on each other’s outfits, which also makes you feel so belonging
Maybe the hashtag of #GenderEuphoria would be more self-explanatory?
So for a moment of gender euphoria -- I had an overnight trip last week, and the hotel I was staying at had free breakfast.
I went down there in leggings, a clingy tank top, with absolutely glorious hair
-- I'd done sock curls overnight, and I had my big soft curls pulled back in a loose ponytail.
I'd never worn just leggings out and about, much less added a tight top -- and admittedly a bra that does wonderful things to me cleavage wise -- and add in my hair doing that "effortless" look that's SO HARD to do?
I was just a hotter than average sleepy middle-aged woman eating breakfast. WHEN DID MY BODY GET THAT SHAPE WTF? I have CURVES.
And then went on to do bottom electro and listened to my tech chat about her boyfriend woes and discussed music and concerts we've been to, and swapped music recs and just treat me as another woman despite, you know, what she was in the middle of doing.
Then drove five hours home looking really, really cute too. And bought a Buc-ees bikini for no reason when I stopped for gas
It was a damn good day!
My trans little sister (chosen family) stayed over this weekend following her wisdom tooth surgery. We spent the time chatting over coffee, watching movies, and just really having good sister time! To get to be a sister with a sister….it felt so warm and loving.
Daily dose, always close
I take 3mg estrogen a day... 2mg in the morning, 1mg in the evening... and thanks to this little titanium duo, I never forget. One tube for full tabs, one for halves... and a proud enby symbol right in the middle, because why not make your HRT setup a bit fabulous?
Clipped and ready... pocket, bag, waistband, wherever. Portable, proud, and a quiet little daily ritual that means a whole lot.
Trans joy is real. Enby pride is eternal.
And honestly... this setup is kinda cute, isn’t it?
#HRTOnTheGo #TransJoy #EnbyPride
#DailyDoseOfMe #QueerGear
#PocketPride #EstrogenEssentials
#EnbyAndProud #TransIsBeautiful #nonBinary #Enby #Estrogen #GenderEuphoria #HardScienceSoftSkin
Same amount of euphoria every time for a year
How fucking much do I love to be #trans
I actually don't know if I've really experienced 'gender euphoria' the way a lot of people describe it. For me every milestone in my transition has just resulted a reduction of dysphoria. It brings a feeling of relief which comes with a sense of momentary 'euphoria' I suppose, but people talk about it like it should be some re-occurring thing? Like it's some high you have to keep chasing.
I've never been interested in 'gender euphoria', I just want to feel like a normal woman. Do cis people experience 'gender euphoria'?
so I think I'm developing euphoria about my … legs?
nice! this is cool. awesome.
(summer's gonna have So. Many. Dresses.)
There was a trend a number of years ago for first reaction videos wearing those glasses that could induce people with certain types of colour-blindness to see in full clarity of colour.
The primal joy of some of those videos was infectious-- laughing, looking around in wonder, and saying "what else can I look at?"
I remember one where the wearer ran out into the garden and looked at all the different flowers he could see. Because flowers are beautiful, and colourful, and one of nature's wonders.
But it's not about the goodness of the flowers. We could criticise him for admiring an invasive species, or one too water-intensive for the environment, and we would be missing the point completely. Heck, he could be staring in wonder at a literal turd, and it wouldn't change the point of the video.
It's about seeing the world in new clarity, and in particular in a fashion that was always denied you. That others around you take for granted every day. That you finally get to see for yourself.
This is a post about #GenderEuphoria.
I still get caught off guard everytime I hear "miss".
I don't even complain about ma'am (though I may joke privately about it).