Category Archives: Mental Health

Becoming Me: Top Surgery Incoming!

Its tiiiiiiiiime! Over 3 years after coming out as Trans, I’m finally due for top surgery! *tiny dance*

Something about having to sit and wait for a date after getting approved made me get slowly more and more antsy and dysphoric. Realised at one point I hadn’t left the house in a week and a half. Being so close and still stuck waiting, ugh…

But I can be done with that after Thursday!

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Guest Post: Greer, the transgender toilet thing, and why I’m a feminist

Most of you who read this blog are used to hearing my voice, but that’s just one person, there are many other voices that need to be heard, that should be heard, that have the right to be heard, without fear of retribution.

So when a friend sent me this piece, needing to speak but unable to do so for fear of retribution, I there was never a doubt that I would be willing to share it here.

Please pay attention to the words below.

Content note for trans violence, trans issues, mental health, dysphoria.


Hi, I’m a trans woman and I’m a feminist.

Right about now, roughly half the people reading this are moving their mouse to the little red cross at the top right of the screen in disgust, rushing to type letters to the site owner about how completely ridiculous I am and how dare I put this drivel in print and feminist! how dare they and please remove this offensive rubbish and so on.

That’s fine, you aren’t compelled to read this, I’m sad that you won’t but it’s your decision and I respect that. However in light of such reactions and I have seen a lot of them recently, plus the fact I’m not ‘out’ to everyone, I have requested anonymity to protect both myself and my family.

So for those that remain, let me explain why I’m writing this.

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Some words on Leelah Alcorn

Trigger Warnings: trans violence, abuse, suicide.



I often have trouble marshalling my feelings into words. Up to a point, I’m fine, but sometimes something goes so deep I can’t even begin.

But sometimes something that deep needs – screams out for – some form of wordyness. Usually at that point all I want to do is scream a big FUCK YOU to whoever or whatever made me feel that deeply.

I try to avoid standing on my soapbox and talking negatively. I try to put good into the world. But sometimes the words must be said before they rot away inside. This is one of those times.

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