Pre-Euphoria
Pre-Euphoria was filled with a lot of sadness, self-deprecation, food restriction, substance abuse, and codependency.
When I mention Pre-Euphoria, I’m referring to the time before I knew the nature of me.
Before I recognized that binding was what would have been alleviating, not overuse of MDMA throughout my early adulthood.
This was before I knew that I preferred the pronouns I go by, and quite frankly after then by a couple years.
Because even when I felt more comfortable when people identified me, I had yet to identify me. I was lost, yet finding myself throughout this time til now.
About 6 months ago, I began breaking myself free, Pre-Euphoria.
Then I experienced a packer. #EUPHORIA
I am free, now, binding. I have minimal experience with assistance tools like STPs, Strap Ons and Packers. Yet I am excited to learn and begin exploring to develop my Euphoria more.
Because I fucking deserve to feel love for my body, and in this transphobic society, that’s called #gendereuphoria.
So here’s the beginning of my story: Pre-Euphoria.