In a recent post, I wrote about the elusive butterfly. I talked about the song, but I also mentioned the symbolism of butterflies. Not to belabor the point, but it simply fascinates me. Imagine being a lowly caterpillar. Subject to the elements. Birds prey on you. Then, if you survive, you get to start your cocoon. When that is finished, you are totally exposed. Birds could still eat you.
During the time you are in your cocoon, your body changes. It’s a complete metamorphosis. Then when you are ready, you emerge and make adjustments. Fine tuning your new body, learning to appreciate the nuances. After the change, you spread your wings and fly. You are beautiful.
As transgender humans, we live our lives trying to survive the world we were born into. Survival depends on how well we play the game. Hazing, even death waits if we unsuccessfully wear the mask. At some point in our existence, something awakens within. For some, it happens later in life, for others, its sooner. The awakening is a personal thing.
Waking up makes us crawl into a cocoon, preparing for the grand event. During that time, we are exposed. The irony is interesting. Coming out means we have built our cocoon. During our time in the cocoon, we are vulnerable. Anybody with an agenda can and will pick at us, trying to make us give up.
HRT, during the cocoon phase often must be endured alone. After all, it’s a cocoon. It’s lonely in there. Toward the end of our cocoon experience, FFS and GRS are options that will make the whole unveiling more delightful.
Finally, we emerge, beautiful, ready to be the person we were born to be. The butterfly in our soul flies. Our soul is complete.
In another blog post, I coined a phrase I have never heard before. I said we were all members of the butterfly club, and so it should be. Many of us already wear the symbols of our freedom. The butterfly pendants on chains around our necks are symbols of our desire. After all, butterflies are free.
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