Maxwell
I had an experience this week where someone spread some nasty lashon hara (malicious gossip) about me. I don’t know the person, I have never met them, and I have never had any dealings with them or their family or bussiness.
The only way that they could possibly know me is by recognising me from television and deciding they didn’t want ‘my kind’ hanging around queering things up. [Read full post...]
So Grateful
I’m sitting in my new apartment, new year, new partner, new chest and it’s all a bit surreal. It wasn’t the best time to move, but transitioning means your whole world shifts too. My nipples are in that gross stage, half pink flesh and half black scabs, with dissolvable stitches rearing their ugly heads like spiders legs, until they fall out. I still feel delicate, like I am fused together with glue and spit and any number of activities (rolling on my side, carrying something heavy, falling over) could result in bursting my stitches or stretching my scars into an ugly red mess. I have to stop myself from touching my scars but I do love lifting up my shirt when I pass a mirror and ‘wow’ at the (for now) clean and precisely stitched skin, slathered in Scar-Guard. Luckily, I had the best surgeon in the world operate on me.
Top surgery was an obvious step. I’ve never rated my tits, but past girlfriends have enjoyed them and I’m told I had a sexy chest. I appreciate the female form, just not on me. While I wasn’t cursed with a massive chest, I knew that without surgery, I would always have to wear a binder because no amount of testosterone and working out would ever give me a male torso. And as we all know, wearing a binder is disgustingly sweaty and restricting and can only be endured for a certain number of unbearable summers. I decided to borrow the money and pay it back, every month, with interest. And then I raised half of the money from donations from hundreds of people. So grateful.I scoured Photobucket.com and YouTube videos for surgeons with positive & consistent results and improved technique. I was disappointed with the UK surgeons. Incidentally, if you’ve had your surgery in the UK, private or NHS, and are loving your results, please get in touch, as I’d love to hear your stories. [Read full post...]