Idk if anyone's still here. I certainly haven't been for a while. But I feel like I owe this blog a proper send-off, since it's basically the only record of 90% of my transition.
I had stage 3, my final stage of phalloplasty, about a year ago. Now, a year later, we are beginning the second Trump term and, though I'm afraid of many things that could be coming, I'm incredibly grateful that I finished my surgical transition. I have my dick and balls, I can use a urinal so I won't have a problem in bathrooms. I don't have ovaries, so I don't have to worry about estrogen production (in case I can't get a steady supply of testosterone).
I feel overall relieved to have a penis. The motion involved in jerking off feels so much more natural to me, especially with my erectile implant. Facial hair growth is still in progress (lol), I've got the chin and mustache going half decently and just in the past few weeks noticed the first signs of proper cheek hairs (only took [checks watch] TWELVE YEARS?!). Also got the male pattern baldness going on, but I'm making my peace with it.
I finally quit the full-time job that I was tied to for insurance during my surgeries! I'm going to college this fall to study a practical skill I'm actually interested in. My boyfriend and I have discussed living together later this year. My life is so, so much better these days.
Which is why it's all the more of a poetic contrast of sorts that, as I enter this post-transition phase of my life with a feeling of freedom I was denied for so long, I now have to worry about my very existence becoming illegal. I defeated the enemies inside my fortress, only to step out of the gate and realize there are catapults pointing at the outer walls on all sides. But hey, at least I can fight them from my own home now.








