I should wear antlers more often…

My whole section, once more, is made up of season ticket holders, who are very insistent that I play Bea Arthur in our Golden Girls show in March. Which, again, is lovely, but again, I have zero control over that 😅

And here we are! 3 years since I began hormone therapy, 4 since coming out, and 5 since my egg first cracked, back in the heady days of 2020, an extremely popular time for a gal to sit at home being confronted by terrifying questions that they/she had spent a lifetime desperately trying to avoid!!!

So I'm up in my feels about this, so I'm going to share the story...

Transition year 1: …but I still do play boys on stage, I’m not sure audiences would need to know. Transition year 3: *brings in a Blahaj to chase people around whilst the Jaws theme plays*

Ten years, hey? Huh. Maybe I do look different…

This bitch booked her laser, mammogram, AND bloodwork, because she gives a shit about herself and it’s time for her to act that way!!!!

I'm watching Good Boy, the horror movie written from the dog's POV, while my actual dog rests on my legs, and he is FASCINATED by this whole situation. He's never paid closer attention to a movie. And that, my friends, is why representation matters.

...I did worry, as I was starting transition, as to how the audience would accept my new branding, ESPECIALLY on senior's matinee. What I didn't realize was how soft and adorable I would become. If anything, they love me more than ever now! ☺️

I’ll never be pretty, but I’m seeing a human face in mirrors now, and that has to be good enough. I totally got this.

One of my tables last night spent the whole evening calling me Kermit, because a year and a half ago I thought it would be funny to play Kermit the Adult Human Being, do the voice, and refuse to acknowledge the existence of the Muppet Show. Weird character to have that kind of impact, but yay!

Meta needs to start paying me $250k a year to be their marketing director immediately!

Well I didn't manage to flirt with the tall, thickly built muscle mommy with blue hair and just SO MANY tattoos in my section, tonight, but in spite of that I think it was a pretty good work day!

…one way to ensure you get hotter as you age is to gain a bunch of weight and then transition. Not a strategy I’d recommend for everyone, but it worked for me!!!

Hah! One of the queer high schoolers in my section asked my pronouns at the end of the night with the force of someone who'd CLEARLY spent the whole night speculating behind my back. As I left, he told his friends "I'm obsessed with her!" Godspeed, 17 year old transman, you're doing great...

I'm tempted to take a belly-dancing class. I think it might be good for me, reconnect me with my body, you know?

It went great! Anyway: Here's the story....

Important update: Dog.

STOP. this is a selfie checkpoint. you must repost with a cute selfie to proceed

One of our season ticket holders called in this week, asked if I was performing, and, learning I was not, requested me as their server. So I guess I'm in at work, today? That seems fine, I'm in the arts, I can always use money. But: At some point I accidentally made myself central to the brand? 😅

Waterworld But also, late-night Munsi lore drop: One time the Premier of my promise got drunk and sent every man, woman, and enby $400, and a local electronics store dropped the price of a 160gig iPod such that $400 would cover it, tax included.

I'm a work in progress. We all are. That's what being alive is. I don't know who needs to be reminded of that, but if it's you, here it is. I hope it helps....

I watched Midsommar for the first time with this particular brain chemistry. It's a better movie than it was when I was an an egg. But also, where exactly do I go to find eight to ten women to hold me and scream/weep together until the spiritual poison leaves my body? Because that would fix me...

This bitch has her painkillers renewed, a hormonal strategy for the new year, requisitions for bloodwork, a mammogram, an x-ray on her knees and ankles, and screening for depression scheduled!!!

It’s 4:30 and I cannot sleep, because I’m meeting a new potential family doctor tomorrow and I’m crazy anxious about it. Please, please, PLEASE be cool about trans people, new potential doctor, Albertan healthcare is trash and it’s been a year since I’ve had my bloodwork properly explained to me…

Approx. three years ago, I opened a kids show where I was playing Shrek. It leaned so hard on my dysphoria that I eventually finally went on estrogen about it. Turns out my “jokes” about looking like Shrek were coming from a real-life fear. Fun show! Good result, long term! Stressful at the time!!!

Y’all! I’m doing this in an hour and change! Watch my ascent to triumph!!! OR: Watch me get absolutely rinsed because my reflexes are bad and I buzz in slightly late on every question!! Time will tell which!!!!

Also: There is a woman in my section who is very slightly taller than me, and I am GOING THROUGH it right now!!! It is a PROBLEM!!!

...never not posting Tank Girl.

YES, I did a brief but significant 50s-style tradwife era during 2020, where the house was spotless, dogs cared for, and hot dinner ready as my partner got home from work, and YES this was months before my egg cracked. There were no signs. That said, I make a casserole that'll change your life.

No reason, I just think my hair looks really cute today! Also: It’s crazy that I’m sometimes able to like how I look, now!

Okay, just looked at my arm and was overwhelmed with disgust, so it’s time to fetch out the clippers. I really do need to be better about that!

I might fuck around and cut the collars out of my tee-shirts from when I was a boy on my next day off. This outfit feels like a comfortable interpretation of selfhood, to me.

My spouse just loudly announced that most of their outfit used to belong to their dead husband. Nobody but me found it hilarious, but it’s true, I killed that dude myself ☺️

Trans Joy Tuesday is a good and also necessary idea! I just closed a musical, celebrated my wedding anniversary, am approaching my HRT-anniversary, and am going to queerfemme wrestling tonight. Trust me, I'm joyful!!! ☺️

It was pointed out by a coworker at the theatre today that, when I internally consider the character that I'm playing to be male, I wear black, plastic-framed glasses.

Honestly, this is enough of a hook to tell this story. Fun fact: Can and did. It's 3:30 in the morning, let's drop some lore. Approx: Nov. 9, 2022 I was sitting in a doctor's office talking about HRT.

Ever go through a completely normal day, with nothing particularly noteworthy going on, and then just suddenly realize "Holy shit, I'm soft and silly, and also a gir!??!???!" I just got that now. Not gonna lie, it's pretty dope!

Gender is a performance, and while mine is maybe a little meta for the room, but if you bear with me I swear it’s going somewhere interesting and fun!

Coming out was me finally acknowledging the thing that, I think, everyone already understood, even if nobody was saying it out loud. My transition has been me learning who I am when nobody’s watching, and trying to be more public facing with it. I’m the same me. It’s just clearer now.

If you see this post egg.

Oh fuck me, I forgot the gunpowder, treason, and plot! One job, Munsi, you had one job!

Every time I go out to drag burlesque I think about getting into corsetry for a couple days after. Not saying I'm gonna, it's just been really consistent, and I do have bangin' hips now, so maybe?

Surely THIS time I’m allowed to forget Andrew Cuomo’s name, right? I’ve been burned on this in the past, is all…

When Kissinger died I reopened my Twitter and posted for twelve hours, posted nudes before bed, and deleted my account forever come morning. I probably won’t do that here, but I don’t PROMISE not to do that!

Okay, me! Time to sleep! Tomorrow I talk to my transition councillor, help a newly out trans guy shop for scotch and old jazz records, because they CAN'T order gun tequila when they feel masc anymore, and then go out to Drag Burlesque! Let's GO! By which I mean: Let's SLEEP! So tomorrow I can GO!

I should probably sing this at karaoke tonight, hey?

Okay! I have the day off, therapy to book, a doctor to reach out to, a trans-anniversary party to plan, my tits hurt and the brain fog from tinkering with my meds is extreme. Let's ride!!!!

One fun thing about doing most of my performing with the same company, and then day-jobbing for that company between gigs, is that Sundays, when it's almost all season-ticket holders, I spend the day being told what show I should be in next season. Love the energy, but I AM NOT IN CHARGE OF THAT 😅

Estrogen is powerful