The paperwork is officially filed. The fee is officially paid. The wheels of our wonderful state bureaucracy have begun to churn in order to legally make me Diana.
I know that filing paperwork and paying a fee sounds like the least glamorous aspect of transition, but I can’t deny being excited. It’s like suddenly we’re past the realm of “I may,” and “I might” and into the realm of cold, hard reality.
And yes, I know, I sort of crossed that bridge a while back when I went on hormones. I have a couple of prominent reminders sticking out from my chest to the effect that we’ve been dealing in reality for a while now. But… well this is a whole new side of things.
I got on the hormones because myself, my therapist, and my doctor agreed it was appropriate for me. That’s all. Every other person on the planet was free to consider me the same old guy they knew.
As of today, I’m stepping past that realm. I’m now engaging the process where I will be Diana to the vast majority of people whether they know me or not. That’s the name that will be on all the legal paperwork. That’s the name that will be on my mortgage, voting records, and bank accounts. That’s the name that, some day, will be on my grave marker.
And yeah… it hasn’t finished yet. I just filed the forms and paid the fee to get things started. Still… it feels like a big day.