A Decade Out from Phalloplasty

I recently passed the decade anniversary of having phalloplasty. I feel oddly nonplus about it. Partly I think it's about how thoroughly I take having a dick and balls for granted. That's a healthy outcome of having healed, to be so at home in my body, ergo the anniversary is a non-event. Partly I think … Continue reading A Decade Out from Phalloplasty

Measure of Time

Growing up, for various reasons both related to gender norms and not, my birthdays were largely a fraught affair. That started to turn around in my mid teens, as I started to have a lot more control over how they were celebrated, with whom, etc. But it didn't last long as transition milestones (e.g. starting … Continue reading Measure of Time