I’ve been a lurker in this community for a long time, and I’ve thought about posting with long diatribes talking about how being in the closet and not feeling free to be yourself is soul-crushing and how terrible I feel sometimes, but tonight I wanted to make a post about how today when I stopped to get a coffee the girl behind the counter told me she liked my (shoulder-length) hair and that it suited me, and then gave me an extra espresso shot for free. I’m fighting hair loss and while it might not be the most obvious thing to others, it feels very obvious to me and I’m incredibly insecure about it.
As someone who at BEST presents like a queer guy, maybe she was just into me or being nice, but for a few moments, it felt like I got to be part of the girl club and it made me tear up a tiny bit as I walked away from the shop 🥲 (and also, who doesn’t like a compliment from a pretty girl???)
That’s wonderful!
Even if you’re closeted and unable to transition, have you considered taking DHT blockers like finasteride to stop the hair loss?
Hang in there, I hope your conditions change so you are able to transition soon 💛
Yeah, I’m on fin and minoxidil right now but I’m still losing ground and it’s super disheartening. But thank you for the advice and kind words all the same <3
Yea getting a compliment from a girl really shines up your entire day. I actually get a lot of compliments because of my style (basically a passing gothy tomboy) and every time it happened it just make me want to melt. Actually get hugs out of it sometimes too ;w;
Be you while you can and don’t let anyone stop you. It is a waste of energy to worry about things you cannot change including stupidity in other people. Live without regrets. One day, if the winds of fortune turn unfavorable in life, you will most value the times you were bold, the times you were true to yourself, and the times you were true for others. You only have one worst day to deal with. For all the rest you can brag to yourself “I’ve seen worse.”
When some punk kid threatens me on a bike trail these days I tell them “do you think you can hit harder than a Jeep Cherokee and Mitsubishi Montero, because I took on both of those but I’m still here and they were total losses.” My real emotional worst low was 3 flat tires in 40F rain at night with a headwind, when a 1:45 ride took over 3 hours. All the other miserables are not really memorable to me specifically because I only allow myself to hold onto the worst in mind. I’ve actually been hit twice badly by cars but by 7 cars in total. Now I’m physically disabled and kinda stuck lying down at home most of the time. Live your life like you could become me. You won’t regret being real to yourself. You will regret the opposite. It is just one bad day at worst.
this is so true, I had always thought of transition as impossible, but now I regret waiting so long - what I would give to have transitioned 5 or 10 years earlier …
Very happy for you! ♥️
Hooray! What a nice moment.
