I had FFS with the self proclaimed, “best in the world” and I came away with a face completely botched. My insurance company payed TSC $56K for a face that brings me to tears every day. Net Zero Feminizing Effect. I look nearly exactly as I did upon entering. I’m still mis-gendered everyday AND now have the luxury of actual medical fallout. Most debilitating of which is a nose which no longer works. I cannot breathe correctly and must wear breath-rite strips to sleep. For my troubles TSC has completely dismissed me. Attempting to charge 7K US for revisions that fall way outside of any claim of ascetics.
Alas, in what has to be the most ironic twists of my life. Even though she had fallen for me and the life’s worth of masculinity I had just below the surface, she only saw me as woman. As she calmly said…
Isn’t it funny how we can go about our lives on cruise control; daily tasks finding us spread thin at best and other times just along for the ride with no rhyme or apparent reason. There are however those moments where for reasons unknown one of those blurred pieces of our world comes into focus….
Oh this ones got a penis, put him in this little clear box right here!’ And so forth for the keeper of a vagina. Our very understanding of the human condition is predicated on what’s between our legs, not what rests in our hearts. In our minds.
Then a day knee deep in the fray, her path met a wide eyed traveler with much to say. So comfortable it was that without hesitation she invited them in. After all how often does one get to meet their celestial twin.
How do I help. What do I do. When will I learn how to pass love to all of you. My desire from the blue, to write a song, letter or poem that’s true. Thin from air the words like a bird fly. Salty are the tears they bring to the eyes.
And so it was three years today. June 2, 2014. The day for which my life, however it continues to unfold, will forever find its birth. For in that moment I was born. Without a clue of what was happening, and more awake than I had ever been. Boggles the mind to think just how…
Yes Indeed there was no more doubt, gosh I think they even had a little pout!
My daytime attire still not quite feminine, it found me looking more like a hungover rockstar than anything else. A look that always fit me well, I now finally felt like one.
So prior to that day I would have been the first person to laugh at anyone who would dare pronounce that true love exists. “The existence of soulmates or that people are placed in our path just when we need them most. All of it, bunko…”