Update is a boring title!

Tarald, Ryan and Jacky started a “testosterone update” trend. I am so jealous! Reading about facial hair, muscle definition and throat aches makes me wanna run away and get my testosterone illegally. Fortunately, I dont think getting it legally will be a problem for me. It just takes ages with the system here in Sweden.

All I can say is that my arms and legs are getting bigger since I started working out. I also do a lot of cardio and I try to work on my chest muscles. Even tho I dont build muscles very fast, I will probably see the result of nearly 6 months work out when I start taking the precious “vitamin T”. Yay!

I was supposed to take the psychiatric tests (we’re talking about WAIS, Rorschach inkblot test and different personality tests) last friday, but since I’m visiting my family in Norway, the tests will be delayed until august. I think thats good. I love doing these tests. I had to do several of the same personality tests and the wais test before they found out that I had asperger’s syndrome. The personality tests has questions like “Do you like poetry?”, “Do you have many interests?”, “Do you prefer partying or sitting in a library?”. Disliking poetry or not understanding it is, apparently, a male feature (and I dont understand poetry unless its made for very small children, so yay for me?).

Ive heard that the psychiatrists who’s responsible for the tests (or at least one of them) gets very personal when they ask you stuff. Other people have told me that they’ll ask things like “Have you ever had an orgasm?” and stuff like that. I’m thinking of different strategies on how to cope with such a question.

1. Look at them like “WTF?” and refuse to answer
2. Play stupid and say “Org..orgi..origami? Origami? Yes! I can do that. Would you like a swan or a frog or?
3. Look at them and say “Yes, can you?”

I’ll see what I do.

So, as I said earlier in this post, I’ll be spending most of my summer in Norway with my dog, mom and sis. They are awesome. My mom calls me Fredrik, and my sis who still has a little problem with the whole transition thing calls me Tingel. When I came out to them, it was hard for them to start calling me by my male name immediately, so they named me “Tingeling” instead. The name of Peter Pan’s fairy in Norwegian is Tingeling. I told my mom that she obviously wanted me to become a very camp and effeminate gay man. Haha! My dad on the other hand often uses my legal name (yes, a male one) and feminine pronouns. Its quite funny, especially in public when I pass.