Time for the boss battle
Estrogen availability is, thanks to be A+ business sense of the mad king, becoming super unreliable, so I’ve finally snapped and gotten a prescription for injectable estrogen.
And I’m pretty needlephobic.
It’s gonna be a bit of a challenge. I’m trying to source an auto-injector that I can fill myself to get around the whole routine of having to poke myself with a needle, then holding it in place while I shovel E into my system, but it’s proving to be a somewhat complicated task (in the olden days, I’d search for auto-injector on the net of a billion lies, but as you may have noticed generative LLMs have infested the whole thing despite the teeny detail that they aren’t yet suited for the job) that means I’m gonna keep taking from my small supply of pills for the near future. Sigh.
I’ve gotten a lot less needlephobic since I stopped cosplaying as a man, but still the thought of actually doing injections myself gives me a bit of the heebie-jeebies. So it’s gonna be a whole lotta drama :-)
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Oh my, “cosplaying as a man.” That describes me really WELL. From age 10 through 60, I did that. But I’m not a woman either.
I’m asexual and non-binary. Non-binary is the best I can do for a label because I don’t feel like a man nor do I feel like a woman. I does, for me, seem to be “who am I attracted to…” while not being attracted to anyone.
I like individuals based on their brains and not their bodies. It was the thing that impressed me to you back in Beach Boink days.