So.
After waiting for more than two months for a surgery date (that is, to get a date, any date), I called customer service to complain. I received a call back within twenty-four hours (hah!), with a date. Two weeks from now, which is sooner than I was expecting by, oh, a couple of months. The change in plans occasioned the following conversation between me and the dear transguy friend whom I called for moral support:
Me: I don’t wanna do this anymore! I quit! I quit transsexuality! I want out of freakdom! I want normalcy! I don’t wanna be different! I wanna be like everyone else! Too much! Too soon! Too hard!
Him: Dude, join the club.
(beat)
Me: Listen, I’m gonna call you back….
And do you know, I felt much better. I’m just sort of trying to simultaneously keep it in mind and not get too obsessive. It seems to be occupying just the right amount of mental space, for which I am thankful.