How Come Speakers All Got Animal Stuff Going On? I Mean Seriously, Tweeters? Subwoofers? Bass?

Is it wrong that when I first heard the Micheal Distortion from TMA being described, I just imagined Dylan Brady with big hands?

cw: voice dysphoria

Voice training is great and it has done wonders for me, but I cannot describe to you how much I want that sound that happens when cis women try to make their voice deeper but their range isn't low enough.

Singing in the baritone range feels nice enough for similar reasons to thus, but I would gladly give up that part of my range if I could just have a voice that makes me happy.

Mildly related: I was a tenor in choir back in high school, but it never felt high enough. I found myself getting jealous of countertenors and castratos, all because I couldn't recognize that I was experiencing gender dysphoria.

Just a reminder that Robots (2005) has two on-screen sexual reassignment surgeries which happen to two different characters.

I can't tell if other people are confusing or if I'm the confusing one.

I'll be at work, trying to take myself seriously, doing something mature like preparing gas chromatography samples, when Spotify decides that I absolutely MUST hear "The Silly Piss Song" by Pent Up Pup.

Introductions

Name: Esther (She/It)

Interests (in no particular order): Chemistry, TTRPGs, cool rocks, video games, making friends, ASL, arts and crafts, dedicated and improvised tools, caving, cosplay, space exploration, music, buying lots of books (and comics) without reading them, and lots of other things!

Ideal Aesthetics: Alchemical, academic, astrology girl, furry, elf princess, sci-fi, butch.

I want the universe to know that regardless of whether anyone else sees a woman when they look at me, regardless of which pronouns I am called upon with, regardless of which bathroom I use, regardless of the name or sex on my driver's license, regardless of the clothes I am allowed to wear, regardless of whether or not I see myself as a woman, I am happy with the shape of my body for the first time in my life because I started hormone replacement therapy a little over a year ago. I could live the rest of my life as a man if it meant that I could be happy and at peace with this flesh.

That I could go an entire year without feeling like my skeleton is trying to rip free from the flesh and tendons and skin covering my bones is a miracle. That I could go an entire year without wondering what the next body horror avatar of the flesh werewolf transformation I will have to endure next is a blessing. That I could see my reflection in the mirror and she and I are the same person is all I could ask for.

I understand not everyone can live that way, but I need anyone at all to understand the relief I feel every day. No difference of belief or values could take this away from me. Only hatred. I have ideologies, but their importance pales in comparison to value I place on access to HRT. This is for myself and no one else. The joy I feel. Strip me of all other dignities out of what you believe is the proper way for me to interact with the world, but no one can dictate the relationship I have with myself. The only reason anyone could possibly want to take this away from me is to cause me pain.

I am a sucker for literal soul mates. Like people who share a body. I love that shit so much and I want more. I am accepting recommendations.

Sometimes I wonder how I didn't realize I was trans until I was 21 years old and then I remember that my dad gaslit me into believing I was white until I was about 16 years old.

Assuming this hasn't been done yet.