@Moi: Yeah, in your case periods are truly pointless. But removing anything could potentially do more harm than good. I'm not sure.

My pms was low to non-existent the past few cycles so now with the whole stress around I'm not that surprised this time it's worse. But it's still very early, it's not until 5 days or so.

@jacob: Thank dog, you understand! Everybody tells me Wordpress is super easy and intuitive and I believed them and now I feel stupid xD
I contacted support of my hosting yesterday because I couldn't see or preview my website at all. the guyu was really nice and solved the problem in a snap (I'm not sure if that's an expression but oh well).
Do you happen to know if I can just create the website from scratch, without any theme installed? I can't figure out these themes, each one has a different manual...

Yeah, but a shard of glass might leave a scar and the wound get infected at worst case scenario, but removing a whole organ is more complicated and drags more complications, like hormonal imbalance and higher sensitivity to some diseases or other health problems.
My late grandma has had her ovaries removed and herhealth was going downhill from then on...
So I think the pain is worth it

@Moi: I get that, but I just think the shard of glass is not the best example for all women it serves some purpose, even if it's just hormonal balance. Appendix might be a better example.

@jacob: that's what I thought I'll manage somehow. Hopefully. Pray for me, lol.

So you feel more like you're genderless asexual? Maybe?

Gender can be a tough one. I think as a society we've only sort of just started to figured out how all of that actually works, so we're still lacking the right words to describe certain things. I think it's fine to just say you aren't comfortable with "woman". You don't owe anyone a specific label if you don't have one for yourself.

I had a hell of a time in high school trying to navigate gender. I was putting on dresses and then like an hour later looking in the mirror like "I am a man in a dress", and then like cutting my hair short and wearing ties, then breaking down bawling like "I don't want to look like a man! I want to be pretty!". I think my friends had no idea what to do with me. I had no idea what to do with me. It took like 6 years to figure out the DID was doing it. Male alters were coming and freaking out about being a woman, and then they'd just leave and the feeling would magically go away <.<

So now I can be at peace with being a cis woman, and the other parts of my brain have their gender-related crises all on their own without involving me . Stay strong, Brain Parts.