Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls...

So...I'm considering scheduling a visit with the counseling center here sometime early next semester (or if I have time this semester, but finals and such will probably prevent that) to see if I can get some idea as to how I should go about getting the letters I'll probably need to get my chest surgery. I have my heart set on Dr. Brownstein, who doesn't always require letters, but I know that he might be out of practice by the time I have the funds. So I'm trying to be practical. I doubt I'll be able to find a therapist who would be willing to do it in this area, but I'm going to give it a shot. I'm just worried that the 'impartial' counselor will be like the first one I went to at central who was convinced that my queerness was GID. Yes, in retrospect he was right (to a degree anyway...at least by current diagnostic criteria I have GID). But...he was of the assumption that ALL gay/bi people have some degree of GID. Sorry asshole gender does not equal orientation. My girl is all woman, thank ya much.

So...yeah. Bleh.

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Oh-oh! Something that the galbladder attack (which seems to be retreating) made me forget about.

I'll be taking Algebra over the summer since mom doesn't want me to cook my brain, so my schedule for next semester is now:

M/W/F
Social Problems 12:00-12:50
Western Civilization I 1:00-1:50

T/TH
Composition II 9:30-10:45
British Literature II 11:00-12:45

Outside of having no clue how we'll work Bri coming this summer around my class (mom says they're more lax about the 'visitors shouldn't be living with you' thing over the summer, but I know my luck)...I'm pretty happy. This means next semester will be all classes I'm actually looking forward to.

I know that she's not perfect, but she tries so hard for me...

So, back home for a few days. Feeling a lot better for now anyway.

Now...on the way home, 'She Said Yes' came on the radio and...damn.

the days flew by just like a fast train
and nothing else has been on my brain
except the thought of how she makes me
the man i wanna be
and she's the one i want for a million reasons
loving her its just like breathing
its easy and its obvious
she was made for me


♥

Giving thanks

A day early, but I'm going to be busy eating tomorrow ^_^

I'm thankful that I have found the love of my life. So many people have to go through so much heartbreak to get to this place, and some never do.
Related to that, I am thankful I have someone who allows me to be myself. One day I might be a lipstick femme, the next a stone cold butch, and she doesn't blink.
I am thankful for my health, such as it is. Especially my mental health. Looking back at the me of last year, I know I'm in a much better place. I'm not afraid of my thoughts anymore. I know where the edge is, and I know how to keep myself from going over it, and whats more I have a reason not to cliffdive.
I'm thankful for my mother at least trying to get me. She helps me hang onto my sanity at the oddest times-even when she tries it at others ^_^
I'm thankful for words. As sporadic as my writing is anymore, I think it's better for it. I know how to hone my gift, and I intend to do so.
I'm thankful for friends, online and in real life.
I'm thankful that, even though my spirit has been attack in various forms, my body has not.


I'm sure I'll come up with more later.