Blissed Off

I don’t generally suffer from depressions. So far as I know, neither do my brothers. A couple of sessions ago, I asked my therapist if there was a hereditary component to depression, and she said that there was evidence that there is. My significant other is another matter. She gets fairly severe bouts of depression. She’s asked me in the past how I do it? How I am able to shrug off things that would reduce her to tears. In truth, I don’t know, but I suspect it comes from having good parents and good parenting (not necessarily the same thing). I mentioned this to her once, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be helpful. She sometimes thinks I’m a Vulcan.

I’ve been taking female hormones for a little over three months now, and so far, I haven’t noticed any of the “moodiness” that allegedly goes with them. The last time I saw my therapist, she was surprised that I hadn’t noticed any change to my emotional state. I see her again this weekend, and this time, I have something to tell her. I’ve haven’t been experiencing depressions, or “moodiness,” or blue funks. Quite the opposite. I’ve been experiencing completely random bouts of euphoria. I’m talking stop-in-the-streets-and-start-singing euphoria. And, quite honestly, I don’t know where the hell it’s coming from. I’ve had money troubles for the last quarter (mostly stemming from a furnace going bad). I’ve had to suspend my electrolysis schedule, which should get me down. The weather has been shit. The economy scares the hell out of me. And for some reason, I found myself lying in bed on Saturday with the cat curled up beside me and feeling like I had never, ever been happier in my life.

Weird.

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As some of you may know, Friday was an unofficial holiday: a man’s version of St. Valentine’s Day called “Steak and a Blow Job Day.” The, er, thrust of the day should be self-evident. I didn’t participate in the festivities this year. On Saturday, I mentioned the holiday to my SO and she turned pale, then carnation pink. She had dined with a (male) friend of ours on Friday night. They had steak. I didn’t ask about the second part.

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Here’s a song that always makes me feel euphoric. Lately it makes me feel wistful, too. It was so long ago…

And here’s a song that never fails to amuse me, especially when Debbie Harry claims that using ESP to cheat at cards isn’t cheating. Heh.

Enjoy.

Approximately a Mission Statement

This blog will focus primarily on transgender themes and issues (with an occasional nod to broader GLBT issues). I have other blogs that are much more expansive. This one will be more disciplined (she said, confidently…). In general, this is a placeholder to allow me access to the communal blog in which I was invited to participate by friends.  We’ll see how this works out.