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Becoming Me: 2 years on T

It’s 2 years today, since I had my first injection of testosterone. I remember all the hoops and all the hassle it took to get that far, sometimes I despaired of ever getting anywhere, as my dysphoria got worse and worse the more things went wrong.

But here we are, two years down the line. I’m currently on an 11 week cycle of Nebido, which is a fun, viscous fluid that has to be injected into my butt cheek. In case the viscous fluid part didn’t clue you in, let me tell you: that shit stings! Continue reading →

Becoming Me: Top surgery recovery pt2!

Content Warning – FTM top surgery described

So hey, I’m now abut 9 weeks past my surgery, and after the last post where I went into the details, I thought now would be a good time to talk about the less technical stuff.

As I write, the incisions are closed up nicely. The two sections where I had problems are a bit thicker than the rest, but they’re mostly out of sight and the rest looks pretty good. Needs a bit of time to flatten out and get less red but I’m confident it’ll do that.

I saw the surgeon again a couple of weeks ago, and she’s happy too.The left is a little bigger than the right,but that may sort itself out, and if not they can suck out the excess fat. I’m back next September to take another look, at which time she’s said we can discuss anything else I want doing.

Meantime, I’m back to the gender clinic in January to followup with them. Continue reading →

Becoming Me: Being Loved

Phew, it’s been a while. I’ve struggled persuading myself to vlog, and kept putting it off in case I did manage. There will be more in the future, but I think its time to accept that most of the time I’m just happier typing!

Friends, I’ve been busy. I got engaged, and just moved in with my partner!

Some other stuff too but let’s stick with that for now, because it’s what I want to talk about.

I’ve talked before about never really identifying with being a lesbian or a butch. For the longest time I didn’t know what I was, because nothing seemed to fit.

I was only occasionally attracted to people, and when I was, it was usually to a woman who identified as straight. I learned by getting my heart broken for the first time at 16 that it was best to keep that quiet, so I did. Never being attracted to someone until I got to know them meant learning how to do that unselfishly – in the end, I learned to accept it, and just make a friend instead. Continue reading →