It seems strange to me that anyone would really want to have a second drink at all, let alone feel compelled. That's the nature of addition I suppose, but why does ethanol have that effect on humans? Is it mostly chemical at all or just a social expectation to poison yourself?
I mean, it causes euphoria. Music just sounds better, writing flows better, chatting feels exciting. Giddiness. It gets rid of all the stupid shit in my brain that stops me from enjoying my free time.
I often say that it's borrowing against the future, but that's partially a cope. That future can be sleep, in which case- oh no- I
actually sleep instead of having a fricken movie marathon. Or I read a fricken book, something passive and fine. It would be soooooo worth it... and I never took anything to mitigate my hangovers, except for greasy breakfasts and hydration. Even facetanking that crap, it was worth it.
But it's not just borrowing against tomorrow, it's borrowing from the next month or so (at least). It dampens gender dysphoria for a little while but then makes it worse by making my skin gross. I look so much better now, and that's a nicer normal.
It hurts relationships, too. Yeah by making me be annoyingly manic (a little or... a lot), but more subtly by making me think that all my relationships are predicated on getting tipsy. It becomes a chore to talk to people sober, with the obvious conclusion that I'm not actually friends with my friends. They probably wouldn't even like me sober.
...I'm glad I was wrong about that, mostly. I have a couple of really good friends who prefer me this way, and that means the world. Sometimes I *only* stay sober for them. They say they'll accept whatever I choose, but I don't want to disappoint them.
Because I don't prefer me this way. I miss that feeling of just completely losing myself in a megamix, or banging out a batshit narrative with no filter.
I wasn't blacking out anymore, you know? HRT put an end to that without me having to even *try*. Blacking out was about self-loathing, and I stopped loathing myself.
makes me furious that all I needed for that was a natural chemical, and that that chemical is so fucking politicized. I still cry occasionally about how long I suffered for NOTHING... for political games...
That's the other thing I guess. Every time I go to try a light drink (with a friend "trip sitting") I recoil in horror, physically, at the last moment. I think it's because (and this is a stretch, but try to follow my vibe) I consider alcohol a weapon that kills trans people. Compared to fighting for transition it's the cheap, accessible, instant-gratification, deadly alternative. I imagine every fascist/transphobe I've ever known just... grinning.
That was kinda literal, when my drinking was worst...
So yeah...
but on the other hand I want to be happy sometimes, truly relax, and I feel like I never do anymore. Most people do and it's fine!
but on the other other hand my favorite twitch streamer quit alcohol when she transitioned and she's obviously happier this way. She's been sober for two years and isn't obsessed with it like I am. So maybe 4 months isn't the end... maybe it'll keep getting easier, and I can still develop healthy ways to relax.