Gender Show Down
I keep waiting for it to just go away…

I have written endlessly and somewhat boringly and repetitively here about my transgender experience. My writing is filled with extreme emotional swings with a number of stops along the way.
I am tired
I am really tired right now.
I am tired of being transgender. I am tired of gender dysphoria. I am tired of the stress of shame. I am tired of this endless sense of guilt. I am tired of thinking about my gender almost every waking moment. I am tired of worrying about what my family and friends will say. I am tired of hurting. I am tired of hurting my wife. I am tired of being afraid of rejection. I am tired of worrying about whether I will pass. I am tired of being the source of so much hatred for nothing that I did but be born. I am tired of the endless attacks of bigotry and ignorance. I am tired of hiding. I am tired of not being able to be me. I am tired of disappointing everyone in my life for not being who they want me to be. I am tired of being afraid of simply being me. I am tired of waking up in the middle of the night worrying about everything. I am tired of carrying the weight of my heart and soul and hiding it from the world. I am tired of the secret.
I am tired of being tired.
I am exhausted being tired.
When my gender focus was almost exclusively male, with occasional the daytrip to the female side, my emotions were pretty much under control. That feels like decades ago. I had established what I thought was a peaceful co-existence with simply being a guy who just happened to have some unusual female interests. I felt like I fit in the world. I was at peace.
Then the gender bomb exploded.
Gender dysphoria suddenly screamed inside my head that I had it all wrong, that I was in fact wired female, and built male. I rejected the idea and my gender dysphoria got worse.
Gender dysphoria was now taking charge of my life and it was taking no prisoners.
I am still in awe of its impact and strength. I have tried to reconcile the extreme emotions of the process with some sort of logical explanation for myself and for others in my life but, frankly, I don’t think I have been very successful with my internal reconciliation. The war inside me is still waging on.
I keep wishing it would just go away…
I just want to be at peace. Instead, I am at constant odds with the power of gender dysphoria and the need to transition versus my desire to just stay the way I am.
I am a creature of societal habit and I am fighting in a very deep emotional jungle against a powerful and aggressive gender guerilla fighter who knows the terrain.
The odds are not good for the home team.
I don’t want to turn this into an endless war of attrition. I don’t have decades to wait it out while it all continues to eat away at my soul.
My transition continues to progress against all of my attempts to stop it. I keep waiting to see if my attempts at appeasement will satisfy the demands of my gender dysphoria. But I am beginning to realize that appeasement didn’t go too well for Neville Chamberlain negotiating a peace with Adolph Hitler.

My odds of appeasement working look nil. Gender dysphoria just refuses to negotiate. That leaves me with capitulation. I am absolutely exhausted and emotionally bloodied. So, my biological sex may need to wave a white flag and surrendering to my wired gender.
It was not a fair fight.
My only solace in all this is that I can hopefully look forward to the peace my female ascendency will bring.
Emma Holiday
Writers note: If you have read any of my writings on Medium you will have noticed a definite theme: the incredible pain of gender dysphoria and all the difficult aspects of just being transgender.
My writing has three specific goals:
1. Writing is my therapy. I have a very limited outlet for my thoughts so I write to find a way to process the most profound experience in my life. I need to understand and I need to accept myself to move forward.
2. Being transgender, for me, is a very lonely existence and if I can share some of the things that I feel and think as I go through the process of transitioning with others who are transgender and, in some way, lessen their pain and sense of loneliness, then all of this public exposure of my personal thoughts is not a waste.
3. I write to help cisgender people understand that all trans people want is to be simply understood, accepted and treated as a normal person. We are.
Thank you for reading my work.
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