Voice

Would you like to hear someone’s voice turn from deep and masculine to feminine?

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This is something I published in a facebook group I’m in. Most of you are also from the group but plenty aren’t, so I’m sharing it here, since it’s pretty interesting.

So my gender therapist messaged me earlier in the week and asked if I still had the number for my old voice therapist, since she wanted to recommend him to a new client of hers.

I looked him up in my old email account, and while getting his info, I stumbled on some old recordings of my voice. And oh my god, it’s so terrible. I don’t know how I ever thought it sounded anything but horrible. Which makes me feel a little anxious, as I might look back at my current voice in a few years and feel the same way.

I thought it might be slightly amusing and of interest to hear what that old voice sounded like, and how it’s changed over the last couple of years.

A Story, or Rather Two Stories in One

I was on the bus a block from my apartment when I decided on a whim to just get off the bus and go get my nails done at the salon by the bus stop.

I had to wait a little while, but I’d brought my kindle, so it wasn’t a big deal. When they finally called me, I went to the little special chair, and relaxed as the girl there started working on my nails.

As she worked, I started thinking of… I don’t know, it must have been about two years ago. I’d been going to different salons and getting a clear coat for a few months. It’s not uncommon for guys to do that here, though it’s more common in those with money.

Anyways, socially acceptable or not, it helped get my gender dysphoria down slightly.

Attitude

You know how in cheesy chick flicks there’s a moment where the female lead gets a makeover, and goes from geeky and cute to gorgeous, and then she walks into a room and *gasp*, everyone goes silent as they stare at her?

I’m not saying I’m pretty much the female lead in a chick flick, so gorgeous she silences everyone in any room she walks into, but I’m totally the female lead in a chick flick, so gorgeous she silences everyone in any room she walks into.

Or something.

I started thinking about this earlier today when I headed to the bathroom and heard the two cleaning ladies inside stop talking the second they saw me. I was in the stall when I heard soft whispering and then one tell the other “just… this bathroom is for LADIES.”

What would you do in that situation?

Sing the Changes

Like the sun playing
In the morning
Feel the quiet
Feel the thunder…

Today I remembered how I bought a mandolin out of nowhere one day because one, Paul McCartney has one and used it for Dance Tonight; and two, I was acting like a clingy child with someone close to me, and they’d told me to back off a bit.

I remember crying, walking on the street and seeing a music shop. I walked in, and left a few minutes later a few hundred thousand pesos poorer, with a mandolin slung over my shoulder.

That was weird.
I’ve always had odd ways of dealing with emotional issues.

Anyway. This has next to nothing to do with today’s topic, but I was trying to think of a clever title that had to do with changes, and a Paul McCartney song was the first thing that came to mind, which reminded me of my mandolin story.
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