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- Aug 2, 2021
There was this one kid, let’s call him Dave. Dave was a first year in college when I was a junior. He started out really popular - he had a Louisiana accent, pretty olive skin, big eyes, and curly black hair that had people comparing him to Prince. He was in theater and easily scored coveted roles despite being a first year. Being a male, handsome, and charismatic helped.
Unfortunately, he started to troon out within weeks of arriving at school. He tried to date chicks at first (they were throwing themselves at him) but rumor had it he couldn’t perform, and some girls thought he might be gay. By October he was committed to a trans identity and actively seeking out girl clothes, choosing a new name (let’s say it’s “Dahlia”) and doing baby troon shit. By winter he was doing the RP 24/7 and it was taboo to call him by the old name.
I remember having a conversation with him in the dining hall about HRT and him being devastated that it wouldn’t make his voice higher pitched - that he would need to do vocal training. I wasn’t even trying to upset him I was just an over eager baby med fag explaining what the hormones can and cannot do.
His academic course during that time was rocky, mostly because of all the time he spent wrapped up in inner turmoil about transition.
About two years after I graduated some friends invited me to the Whitney and an izakaya for lunch; and who should attend but Dahlia. He had scraped through with a degree and when I saw him he was 2 weeks post bottom surgery. Poor thing was walking like an old grandma. Had to stop a lot and was wincing a lot and didn’t eat much at lunch. He said he was happy about the surgery but having problems with his family. I left feeling like “damn Dave has had a really rough patch since he transitioned.”
About four years after that I caught up with a girlfriend who had seen him recently and said Dahlia was going off the deep end. He now had schizotypal disorder and had thrown himself into Orthodox Judaism, which was making him more miserable because the Orthodox have zero patience for troons. (According to them, Dahlia’s a mutilated man.) he was now observing all these female Jewish customs, covered his hair with a wrap, avoided hanging out with men unless it was a date to try on marriage… it was just, wow. I had ploished out from this same track because my love for Jews wasn’t enough to get me to bridge the sexist nonsense and “customs” that govern their lives.
Dahlia otoh had gotten so fervent in his religious study that he would try to feel the Hebrew characters in scripture with his fingers believing each one was holiness. It would have been inspiring if he didn’t sound so miserable doing it. My GF’s opinion is this wouldn’t last long and Dahlie would burn out and latch onto some new identity to absorb.
I don’t know what happened to Dahlia. I suppose I could look him up, see if he still posts on Facebook.
Unfortunately, he started to troon out within weeks of arriving at school. He tried to date chicks at first (they were throwing themselves at him) but rumor had it he couldn’t perform, and some girls thought he might be gay. By October he was committed to a trans identity and actively seeking out girl clothes, choosing a new name (let’s say it’s “Dahlia”) and doing baby troon shit. By winter he was doing the RP 24/7 and it was taboo to call him by the old name.
I remember having a conversation with him in the dining hall about HRT and him being devastated that it wouldn’t make his voice higher pitched - that he would need to do vocal training. I wasn’t even trying to upset him I was just an over eager baby med fag explaining what the hormones can and cannot do.
His academic course during that time was rocky, mostly because of all the time he spent wrapped up in inner turmoil about transition.
About two years after I graduated some friends invited me to the Whitney and an izakaya for lunch; and who should attend but Dahlia. He had scraped through with a degree and when I saw him he was 2 weeks post bottom surgery. Poor thing was walking like an old grandma. Had to stop a lot and was wincing a lot and didn’t eat much at lunch. He said he was happy about the surgery but having problems with his family. I left feeling like “damn Dave has had a really rough patch since he transitioned.”
About four years after that I caught up with a girlfriend who had seen him recently and said Dahlia was going off the deep end. He now had schizotypal disorder and had thrown himself into Orthodox Judaism, which was making him more miserable because the Orthodox have zero patience for troons. (According to them, Dahlia’s a mutilated man.) he was now observing all these female Jewish customs, covered his hair with a wrap, avoided hanging out with men unless it was a date to try on marriage… it was just, wow. I had ploished out from this same track because my love for Jews wasn’t enough to get me to bridge the sexist nonsense and “customs” that govern their lives.
Dahlia otoh had gotten so fervent in his religious study that he would try to feel the Hebrew characters in scripture with his fingers believing each one was holiness. It would have been inspiring if he didn’t sound so miserable doing it. My GF’s opinion is this wouldn’t last long and Dahlie would burn out and latch onto some new identity to absorb.
I don’t know what happened to Dahlia. I suppose I could look him up, see if he still posts on Facebook.