Nicolás – He/ Him

So it’s no secret that I used to have a different name and different pronouns, shocker I’m a transgender guy. If you know me personally, congrats you know my dead name, please don’t use it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate that name, I think it’s a beautiful name, it’s just not my name you know? But you wanna know what sucks? 99% of people who surround me still call me by my dead name.

I can only imagine how hard it must be for my parents and sisters to call me Nicolás instead of the name they have been calling me for 25 years. Still, I know my sisters are making an effort. If you read my last post you know my dad wrote Nico to wish me a happy birthday but he wont say it out loud. Anyways this rant isn’t about them. It couldn’t be.

This rant is about that other maybe 90% of people who know, oh they know, that my name is Nicolás and they’re still using my dead name. But that’s not what’s bothering me, what actually is, is the fact that they wont even try, TRY, to use my correct pronouns. And hey, I promise its super easy to speak in a gender neutral way but no, they don’t like that so instead they call me things like this.
Are you ready to cringe?

“mi reina” like come on I’m a f*cking king
“mi niña” like first of all I’m not a kid anymore! I’m 26 years old
“señora” honestly okay I’m not that old, if you wanna show respect call me sir
“mi…” whatever following: “hermosa, preciosa, divina” like can you find more words that end with A, please, just please.

I know I shouldn’t be bitching about this but to be honest, every time I hear something like that (way too often for my stomach to handle it) I just hate myself a little bit more and it increases my dysphoria by way to much.

So if you’re reading this and you know me, I’m not asking for you to call me Nicolás (even though it would be awesome). Just don’t use those “nicknames” or whatever they’re called, just be like “hey..” its very easy to speak in a gender neutral way, so please stop using she/her pronouns because once again, I’m Nicolas and my pronouns are he/him.

Dys•pho•ri•a

/disˈfôrēə/
noun
PSYCHIATRY
1. a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.

I honestly believe that if everyone could take the time to understand what dysphoria means and how it sometimes feels, they would be more empathic towards the trans community and they’ll understand a little bit more of what we’re going through. Everyone feels dysphoria in different ways, there’s even some trans people who don’t feel dysphoria at all. In this topic I can only talk about my personal experience. Some could feel identified with what I say and some won’t. 

For me, a female to male trans, I could list a couple of things that generate a lot of dysphoria and some I can manage, like my voice. People can look at me and call me Sir without thinking twice but once I start talking is Miss for me -.- thank the lord for testosterone. I do wish I can grow a nice ass beard but if I don’t it’s okay, honestly it won’t bother me. I hate my period but come on, even girls hate it too. But once again, thank the lord for testosterone cause it’ll make it stop!

The one thing that honestly drives me insane are my boobs. I could talk about how much I hate them none stop but if I do I’ll get so dysphoric I’ll have to shut up. Before I came out to myself as trans, I already wanted to chop off my chest. I can remember the day I just wanted them to disappear, and since then every single day I want them gone. 

I went to a fat camp and when I came back to Mexico, I continued to lose weight. Once I was feeling so good about myself and how I looked, cause I was finally looking healthy and fit, I remember looking at myself in the mirror while I was naked and just hating how I looked, my first thought was: “why the f*ck do I need to have such big boobs”. And so I started to hide them. I gained weight so you couldn’t see the big lump I had, I bought elastic bandages and used them almost every single day until I bought my first binder. Now I can’t go out without having one on. Sometimes I even use two. I look at myself in the mirror and see the magic of having a “flat chest” and it just feels amazing. 

But now it gets tricky, remember the best feeling in the world (for girls) was getting to take off your bra at the end of the day? Well, now at the end of my day when I take the binder off, I can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror. It feels like this constant opinion I never asked for, telling me “you’re not a real man”. Thank the lord for surgery I guess, can it come earlier though?!?!

Pre – Testosterone

So right now I’m feeling exited, inpatient, with so much expectations and scared. In just two days I start testosterone. It won’t be shots, therefore it will be gel and I’ve heard it gets really annoying becase it’s Every. Single. Day. But like I said, I’m exited!!

I’m also inpatient because like its two days, I know I’ve waited for a long time now and two days must seem like nothing but to be honest it feels like I have to wait forever! I just wanna start like yesterday hahaha. But anyways I know I have to be patient because its just the beginning of a long ass journey.

Same time I have so many expectations. You know how you look at yourself in the mirror and you’re just visualizing how you imagine you could be? There’s a scary part about all of this, what if the idea you have in your head isn’t what you “get”. That’s why they say it’s very important not to have any expectations. It won’t be your fault if you look different than what you thought you would. We all have to understand, it all comes down to genetics and that’s it.

And lastly I’m scared. I’m scared shitless of what’s to come in all aspects of my life. I’m scared of the unknown. What’s gonna happen with my family? Are they all gonna call me Nicolás? What’s gonna happen at school? Are the teachers gonna use my birth name? What’s gonna happen with my social life? What’s gonna happen at work? I don’t know, you don’t know and nobody knows.

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see… I’m still so excited for what life has in store for me and for us and the whole world.

December 31st 2020

Hormone blocker

First of all, Amira will be someone who’ll probably appear in a lot of my stories if not all of them. She’s one of my two best friends, the other one is Paola and she’ll be in them too.

So to start, my dad was asking me, when will I tell all my family about me being trans. He was really pushing it because I guess he wanted that out of the way ASAP. Anyways, I told him that I wont tell anyone if I’m not on hormone therapy yet and so he said, “Okay then, start your treatment then”. Tbh I was so f*cking happy that I got the green light and I didn’t care the “why” of it. Of course that day I scheduled an appointment so they would take a blood sample and as soon as I got the results, the doctor told me that I was ready for hormone blockers. So obviously I made an appointment today to get the shot.

I told Amira to come with me and of course, we were late (which I hate because I’ll always arrive early, always). But oh god, Yola didn’t write down my appointment so there was no one, NO ONE that could let us in. With this world pandemic the clinic isn’t functioning as usual so it was literally closed. Good news though, half an hour later my endocrinologist came and we were back in business.

She injected me with Eligard GnRH and damn that b*tch hurt like a motherf*cker. But hell I was so happy afterwards. It’s the first day of the rest of my life!! Of course I wanted to record that moment and that’s why I told Amira (also because I needed her by my side) and Dr. Alma was like nah, she has to wait outside.

When we were leaving I was like okay this is my chance to make a video so I can remember this day forever (as if this wasn’t enough) and so here it is.

This is the first day of the rest of my life!!

Guys, I PROMISE YOU, there’s a f*cking light at the end of that scary and what feels lonely tunnel. But don’t forget that you’re not alone, there’s a lot of people out there who are feeling or have felt the same way you may be feeling. I’m always gonna be here if need someone 🙂