The title says it all, pretty much. I was feeling dysphoric and I thought hey I might as well superglue my packer to me. At least it’s like a super cheap packer so if it gets destroyed I can afford another one. I mean it’s not the smartest thing I’ve done but I know people … More I superglued my packer to me
My mum got complimented on her “granddaughter” today. Me. Owch.
I’m performing tomorrow and Thursday. I’m nervous. I’m singing. My voice makes me feel so shitty because it is quite high up. All but one of my performances tomorrow involves singing. Two of the five sets on Thursday involve singing. I love singing. But my voice being so high and girly really upsets me. I’ve … More Performing when trans
I don’t like them. I know I am not alone in that. Well, I don’t like them on me. On other people they are fine. On me they are the Himalayan mountains, they are the moobs, the chesticles: you name it I’ve probably used that word in some form to describe them. Part of the … More boobs
I’ve been a Brownie, I’ve been a Guides, I am in Senior Section and I am a Young Leader. I have yet to actually tell them that I am not a girl. Despite having had my name legally changed for about a year now. Oops. I guess it’ll look funny to people, a boy in … More Ftm in GirlGuiding
Today I had my monthly injection of whatever it actually is that they inject me with to block the estrogen. When my nurse had to do her first one she didn’t know what she was doing, I guess it is important to remember that you are probably their first. It took two nurses 45 minutes … More Shots fired!
….you’ve come to talk with me again… I wake up hoping every day that I will wake up and have the body I want. Obviously, it isn’t going to happen. I mean, one day I will have a flat chest as opposed to the human equivalent Himalayan mountains. But not without surgery. Not without scars. … More Hello dysphoria my old friend…
I am a 17 year old FTM transitioning on the NHS. I’ve noticed a distinct lack of blogs or sites dedicated to this and I’m hoping I can help someone with this blog. Basically, I had been telling the adults (parents, GP, CAMHS, etc) since I was 12. When I was 15 my CAMHS worker started … More My first post