Earlier today I had one of the loveliest moments of joy coming from gender euphoria.
I was in a beautiful community garden getting ready for my first post-op photoshoot with one of my closest friends who’s an artist and while I was putting sunscreen on my scars, standing around in my masculine climbing pants and with my naked torso, a group of three people stopped to chat with us (mainly with my photographer friend) about the plants. And suddenly the elderly woman in the group referred to me as “he”, speaking to my friend and saying “He’s very handsome. He reminds me of one of my brothers”. And then proceeded to show us a picture of her brother when he was much younger.
I can hardly put into words the gender euphoria that I felt… I could hardly believe my ears and could hardly get myself to speak, almost for fear of breaking what to me felt like a magic spell…
My friend & I both got goosebumps from the incident — and I’m so glad my friend was there with me to witness it and to share in my happiness, my sheer joy from feeling so thoroughly seen as myself!
The Little Prince and the Fox 