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Yeah, my brother is one of the pastors at our church, and I came out to him on Easter, so this conversation has already started. I don't know if I'll be able to keep my church, I'm afraid I'll have to find a place that doesn't assume they have all the answers. But a "long and painful journey" has been my life so far, and both my wife and I are determined to make this work. This is progress, we are headed in the right direction, in the same direction. Feels good.

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Won't someone please think of the poor multi-billion-dollar company! The losses for them and their poor multi-billion-dollar shareholders!

My egg came pre-cracked. I've always had a mind-body disconnect, preferred Polly Pocket to Hot Wheels, and had an eye for women's fashion. When puberty hit, I knew it was the wrong one and hated every second of it. But this was before I knew the word transgender, before it was recognized as a treatable medical condition. And I allowed myself to be told by my church that this was a bad thing and in no way should I ever come out, and I should live the American Dream instead.

The thing that caused me to actually make a move, though, was crippling dysphoria. The crushing weight of it, built up over decades and with no release valve, made me come out to my wife, who was way more supportive than I expected, and slowly I'm getting to express femininity. Coming out this weekend to my family, the future never looked so bright.

Just got an offer letter with a nice bump in pay from the new company that's hiring me for the position I already fill. And my first HRT appointment is in like two weeks. And my big vacation for the year is just after that HRT appointment. It's been a nice turnaround after a pretty shit start to the year.

I wouldn't feel guilty about not caring about a high-profile death. People you've never heard of die every minute, and we aren't equipped with enough empathy to care about them all.

I'm... hanging in there. The overlap between the Christian and Trans communities is nearly non-existent, and both are blaming the other for all the world's problems, so being both is really fucking hard right now. My pastor just recently went out of his way to make sure we understood that LGBT=bad and I feel like I should complain but don't know how to do so without outing myself. I wish I could transition without losing everyone I know and love, and have found myself passively pushing away from old relationships. I've been looking into other churches but finding a place that is actually accepting and actually teaches the Bible feels just as impossible as transitioning right now.

Yeah that was my experience, crying myself to sleep as I could feel the testosterone poisoning my body. Not having the words to say what's going on. Not knowing what would happen even if I could figure out what to say, but knowing it wouldn't be good.

Little dream Amber was aspirational, though.

God loves me, my wife loves me, and (this is the new one) I love myself! Work sucks and church politics sucks and American politics sucks, but my joy transcends all that, I am loved!

I came out to my family yesterday, at an Easter thing. That was tough but woof that's a load off. Now I can boymode less around them!

I'm way further along than I ever thought I'd get. The laser hair removal and the finastride are both working great to add/remove hair where needed. My bald spot has tiny little hairs growing! I have a small selection of women's clothing, and I love them, but fuck women's pockets. I guess I need a purse? Also ordered a gaff, should help me feel more confident in my girl jeans.

On the other hand, I'm missing some foundations. I was planning on coming out socially to my family during a superb owl party, but then everyone got sick and it was cancelled. I need to find another time where we can just chill over a beer and go over everything. Maybe someday after church? Because I'm missing my social foundation, I can't drop the masc. Which means I can't shave and laser my face (wearing the same distinctive beard for years means there will be questions if it goes away). Which means I can't learn makeup. So feeling a tiny bit stuck until I can come out.

Also, the wife likes how happy presenting more fem makes me, but still thinks that her being with a woman is a sin and is suppressing her bi side. The current compromise is no estrogen for me. Again, this is much further than I ever thought I'd get, so I'm taking it in stride and doing what I can with what I have.

Continuing goals: voice train, lose weight, increase fem wardrobe. New goals: come out, destroy beard, learn makeup Pipe dream: convince the wife that estrogen is the bestrogen, slowly grow into old ladies together, and convince the world that "Queer Christian" isn't an oxymoron.

I'll take the purple challenge, I'm already good on the others.

Malware

Thanks for the girl talk. That helps a ton. I especially like the idea of wearing what I normally wear, but girl. I'll look into some pants, blouses, and sweaters cut for ladies, and see about a bra and maybe some falsies. After that I'll have to bite the bullet and get some makeup and look in the mirror. I've always known what I am, so I've leaned pretty hard into the GNC, so I've already been painting my nails for a while, and it does give such gender euphoria.

I've been using a little laser I bought on Amazon for the last couple of weeks, I think it's working. Afraid to point it at my face, so I might get that done professionally. Got myself prescriptions for hair loss, we'll see what happens there.

I got a sugar scrub, is that a good skincare routine? I honestly know nothing about that.

I have one friend who calls me Amber, I'm still kinda closeted to everyone else. I was planning on coming out to my family at the super bowl party at my sister's house, but we got sick.

HRT is... So I'm married, my wife and I have kids. I'm tied down. I've been open and honest about all this with the wife (eventually) and she's let me know where she is. The current compromise is that I can go full femboy, she has no moral issue with that. She draws the line at HRT. We are Christians, but I'm definitely more liberal and egalitarian than she is, I kinda have to be to exist at all as a trans Christian. I see nothing wrong with being in a homosexual relationships, she does. She's bi, and maybe agender, but feels she has to suppress it. We're working through it. Every time I mention this online, people are like "break up with her!" and the answer to that is no. We truly love each other and are going to make this work. I knew when I got married in a conservative church that I would probably never get to transition, I made that choice and I'm going to stick with her. Going "full femboy," as she put it, is further than I ever thought I'd get to go, and I'm going to take full advantage of that. I'm hoping that when she sees how happy every step of this journey is making me, she'll eventually call me by my real name and be ok with HRT. We'll see, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

How does one get a therapist? That's not something I usually think about.

I just finished coming out this week to everyone who matters, personally and face to face, so I feel like I'm in a good place to go through this list

So to start I'd rate myself a 2 because of some internalized transphobia/homophobia from my conservative Christian upbringing.

My wife is a 3, she sees and loves the real me and is incredibly supportive up to a point and then not supportive at all. She's taken me shopping and helped me pick a purse, takes time out of her busy life to help me with laser hair removal in places I can't reach, is teaching me girl things like what to do with my long hair and painted nails... But then she won't call me by my chosen name and pronouns. I haven't asked her to, because she thinks she'd be lying to me. We are working on it, we're going to make it work.

My siblings and parents (and in-laws) range from a 1 to a 5, from Bible thumping to complete affirmation.

My gay friends are all a 1, but they don't understand that I'm still a Christian and hate that part of me.

I think "accepting as Trans/accepting as Christian" is the same scale, inverted. Those who accept my transness don't accept my Christianity, and vice versa.

Trying to convince both sides of this culture war that reconciliation is possible and good and right, and that I, the Transbian Christian, should be allowed to exist in both camps at once... It's exhausting. Why must existing itself be so hard.

I dream of a world in which this civil rights movement has been won, and people on both sides (and in the middle) look back at us today and say "what a bunch of bigots we all were"

Trying to separate the things I personally want from the things that the people around me want can be so, so hard. I was raised by my loving, conservative parents who would have sent me to a conversion camp if I had come out to them when I was a kid, because they love me and that's what their echo chamber would have recommend they do as what's best for their kid. I still regret not coming out earlier, even knowing this, as T has done a lot of damage to my body.

I'm transfem, use she/her, and love my penis. We exist, don't let the transmeds tell you otherwise.

I was coerced by my community to stay in the closet much longer than I wanted to, and it caused regrets. You were coerced by your community to undergo a surgery you didn't want, and it caused regrets.

I wish I had advice for you on what to do or where to go next, I just wanted you to know that you are not alone. Part of life is learning to live with our regrets, to move forward nonetheless. I think those who are suggesting a therapist are probably correct, a good therapist can help you unpack those big feelings, process them, and move on.

I know it's unconventional in these kinds of spaces but in gonna tell you anyway, I'm praying for you!

How did it go?

I was going to come out during the super bowl party my sister was holding, because a quorum of my family was going to be there. Next opportunity is an Easter party my sister is holding, which is in one week from today. So I'm excited/nervous/trying to figure out what I'm going to say.