By the way? THIS is why I don't feel at ease in this group anymore. Because you KNOW this kind of prejudice really exists, and it can co-exist with all the "we love you and you're fine" in the world.

Y'all deny it and tell me I'm loved and "valid" (I'm so tired of that hollow-ass term), but I feel every. fucking. day. of. my. life. that things would have been very, very different if I (for instance) caved into certain ex-roommates constant pressure to transition and embrace my "real self" or whatever.

This *is* my real self. Boy body, tigerbitch brain. I'm done. I'm fine. I'm finished. "I'm not lost." I'm not Noelle. I'm not Kincaid. Those personas are, respectively, on long-term vacation and dead. If there is a Martian Tiger v2.0, they will only be MORE OF WHAT I ALREADY AM. That includes the boy parts.

So if any of you were just putting up with me until I "find myself," total up my points and cash me out.