Well, I had written a great post on my tablet, and tried to post a photo so people could see a few of the things I was referring to - and Android and Firefox ate the whole damn thing.
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Why the EFF can't ANYONE learn to EFFING PROGRAM these days, instead of using GD JAVASCRIPT? We're NOT ALL BUBBLE-BRAINED TWEENS ON EFFING iPHONES! A 2-page post is IMPOSSIBLE TO RECREATE! Not to mention, Javascript is STILL CRAP!!!! I'm a PERFORMANCE ENGINEER, I've learned the hard way, you GET what you PAY for, and when you hire "offshore" code-monkeys, you get MONKEY-GRADE OUTPUT!!!!!
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Sorry - I have a VERY low tolerance for bullshit, and more than a few anger issues, especially when the solution is obvious.
ANYWAY, on to what was relevant.
I'm starting a "program" of sorts, probably quite different from most of the ladies here (meant inclusively), but I want to feminize my mind and body so that I am seen as a "ma'am" instead of a Man. While I had listed justifications in the original post, I'm not going to re-list everything - I believe I mentioned most previously, such as carrying my books like the girls, growing up as a "mature" child, envying the girls their forms (while being ashamed of "certain aspects" of mine), etc.
So, Program:
1. Spearmint tea. Found a good supplier, need more info on dosing, and IIRC, there's something about steeping the tea for 10 minutes? But it's hard to find the right post! :-P
2. Been taking Maca, want to add PM to it. This would then build on my assets to date, induced by Spirotone/Progynova/Dutasteride/Citerone. (Citerone is recent, but I recently read it would take out adrenal function over time, so I'm easing off it for now.)
I believe I can find the PM dosages, I've been under-doing the Maca; I need to confirm (a) will the Maca interfere with the PM? (b) Since my objective with Maca is to try and widen the appearance of my hips, but it is Progestogenic; would it make sense to cycle it, being Genetic Male? I've read of TS patients being told to cycle the meds, and it seems like it might be effective. Does anyone have any suggestions, especially from the Male gallery? ;-)
3. Other issues: In MA, T* is a protected class. I'm not fond of the "liberal" side of things, but in this case, I'm here, might as well take advantage of it. It DOES mean I can go out to Fenway health, and get their counselors on-board - I have a variety of issues to deal with.
(a) Anger issues. I get peeved over the stupid things - such as, try to attach a photo to a post, and the entire message is destroyed. The entire browsing history is purged, so the message can't be recovered. Similar to outsourcing - go to the cheapest bidder, get the cheapest product - Then _I_ have to test it, and I'm forced to "make nice" instead of telling people how bad things REALLY are. (As an aside, that doesn't play well with me, and the last time it became a problem, they questioned my ability to do my job. So I told them how to do theirs, down to the line of code and the typo causing the problem. I'm good at what I do. )
(b) Had a bit of a lousy childhood, somewhat abusive - never realized nor understood, but occasionally you learn something from TV. As an example, saw my father (and mother) reflected in an episode of "Criminal Minds." So, I need to deal with some WEIRD mess there - Mom was a helicopter mom of sorts, they both worked to shield me from life - So, faulty coping mechanisms were reinforced, and I became a loner. At the same time, dad was a bit unstable, he had his own issues - and he had anger issues, too, probably for similar reasons to my issues. Lack of control (in his case, due to his dad losing his mind a few times) which then leads to over-control of whatever you CAN control. I see it in me as well - control via knowledge, I had a library of books! HUGE library. Probably a few thousand, some classics, some technical, some on philosophy, some on self improvement, some on weightlifting and martial arts, and lots of RPG books, too. Also DVDs and CDs. But even my hobbies weren't under my control - mom wanted me to make a toy train layout; I wanted to make a MODEL train layout. Her brother (deceased) had had a mixed-scale layout of O and HO gauge trains; I was supposed to essentially do the same thing. I wanted to make it a MODEL railroad, all to scale... So, she made a decision and had a table made to support the trains based on the layout I'd created - THEN she asked where the other scale was going to go. And she complained it never got done, and it had cost so much, and... (It needed to be an open-grid design, for those who know their way around. IE, multiple levels, trains go up, under, over - and you can pop up to deal with the issues that occur. But it was all based on O-gauge, didn't use the HO... So I was told to re-design it to make it have multiple layers, with the smaller ones up top to look like they were up the mountain.... Which honestly would've meant cutting a huge hole in the middle of the table, to have access. Cutting a hole, alone, with a manual saw, in 3/4" plywood.
Needless to say, nothing got done.)
Sorry for the long aside, just an example of the Meshugganuh I had to deal with.
Dad's approach was, action figures are "dolls for boys." So no GIJoe, for example. (Born 1975; you can do the math.) Transformers? Trash.
Legos? Toys! Use an erector set! (Long story, I didn't show enough interest in engineering because I never built with the Erector set - didn't matter I had legos in my hands for years. Anyway...)
In some ways, I feel I never had a chance. As another example, I got no choice in grade schools; it HAD to be a Catholic school, so the nuns would beat me into proper Christian form. (I exaggerate slightly; my parents were upset at the number of lay teachers, and the lack of corporal punishment - like rulers across the knuckles.) I got to "choose" my high school: Oratory Prep or Seton Hall Prep. (Both good schools, it's not about the SCHOOL.) I tried to tell them I didn't want to go to Catholic school again, given my best year was eighth grade in Denville, NJ Public schools (Valleyview.) My wants didn't matter - like the question, what do you want for breakfast, ham and eggs or cereal? {you're eating breakfast and don't you even THINK of anything else.}
Dad died about a year ago; I'm watching the aftermath from a distance - Mom's not coping well, and my sister is a [ceonsred], and I UNDERSTATE that. Dad bought her a car - a loaded Toyota highlander. Paid her insurance. Paid her gas. She hasn't had a real job YET. The reason Dad bought her the car? She threw the crankshaft through the engine block on her RAV4.... Lack of oil. (she wouldn't do the maintenance.)
So, I'm a bit tired of being "the good son."
It leads back to getting down to Fenway, though, and making sure my head is glued on straight.
I wonder, as I look around any more, how many masks I'm wearing. I literally don't know what I want in life, where I want to go, or how to get there. I know if I don't do things to cut down my Testosterone, I'm a nasty, depressed, SOB. But I need to make sure it's not a combination of poor coping skills from bad lessons in childhood, and a bit of self-hatred, a la "buffalo Bill" in silence of the lambs. OTOH, things have changed in diagnosis since then - but masks, right? Who am I? How the F do I even know...?
By way of comparison, my sister's adopted, and officially still "lives" at home. She might be there once a week for a few hours.... Her dog and her cat and her Gerbil (?) live there, my mom takes care of them. They're in Jersey, I'm in Massachusetts - I can't physically help, even if my sister and I were on speaking terms (she won't speak to me, I still think of her as my sister.)
So many issues to unravel!
All I see in the mirror is a walking dead zombie. The eyes are dark and dead, no humor, no sparkle, no happiness. No soul. I go to a dead-end job (Performance Engineer is specialized IT; I need to break into management, and even now, that might be a stretch. I'm always big fish in a little pond, or little fish in the ocean - never anything in between.)
I earn the primary income, which is spent before I reach payday. The less I spend... Well, it still gets spent, not quite sure how...
(Seriously, if it wasn't the dog, it was the car, or the house, or the woman's daughter, or the woman! Un Effing Believable! And after 9+ years, we're coming back from bankruptcy, foreclosure, repossessions... I had an 800 credit score, IRA, 401K, investments - all gone within a year of dating this woman, including to make down payment on a house which is now $100K underwater. This life sucks! How could I NOT want to be someone, ANYONE, else, right? )
As a woman once wrote (over at violent acres, her blog) - "Most people are depressed for a reason." (http://violentacres.com/archives/169/most-people-are-depressed-for-a-very-good-reason/)
(Also see http://violentacres.com/archives/168/the-mentality-of-an-abused-child/, as an aside.)
Wish that she kept the blog going; Sort of glad she "ran out of material." Harsh but real.
So I'm looking to make changes, without just throwing my woman aside. (OTOH, I know just about ANYTHING I do along these lines will terminate the relationship. Catch-22. But she knew ahead of time, and after 9 years? My time, wherever that goes.)
BTW, she has and abusive past, too (IE, recipient of), so I do try to be careful with her. She's not fragile at this point, but no reason to just slap people in the face, either, right?
I can fill out a 42C fairly well. I plan to lose weight so that I can be down in band size, regardless of anything else. Lots of slop to lose. I can handle that - training I know. Lost the weight a few times before, gained it back quickly and easily afterwards. And I need to make a waist, too. 44/40/40 isn't a figure. ;-) But lose 60 pounds, then work to burn off some of the muscle while trying to retain strength? could be an interesting challenge. Depends what counselling and hormones (inc. herbals) do.
Last note, since I had my rant at the start: I accidentally clicked
+. Two or three times. Lost the post. But clicked + and went RIGHT back to this post, STILL in progress, no problem.
F*CK JAVASCRIPT. Give me actual code (e.g., FIREFOX on a PC) any day.
Caveat: I now cannot get the web cam to work, so I can't provide a photo to illustrate just HOW MUCH work would be required for me to pass as Medusa, let alone something that MIGHT be female. ;-) You'll have to wait for another few days until I can get a photo of the head (skull, hairline) and "boobs" per se.