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eventuallymaude.bsky.social
MtF, she/her, baby trans girl, mid-30s, AuDHD, engineer, leftist, cat mom, Babylon 5 fan, submissive transbian, late bloomer. HRT 03/25/2023 Orchiectomy 01/04/2024.
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My friend was guessing zodiac signs, and she guessed I'm an Ares. My calendar sign is Sagittarius. But the day my mind reconnected with my body, 20 days into HRT, my rebirth day, was April 14th. Fucking Ares. I minored in astronomy. And physics, and mathematics, and humanities. I hate astrology.

She's totally a Cylon.

Starting my transition in 2023 wasn't my best idea, but I'm so happy i did it.

"Who's my good girl?"

Well now we know American soldiers will not disobey illegal orders from Trump. I didn’t actually think they would, there are too many bombed out schools and hospitals in Iraq and Afghanistan to believe that.

Trans guys need to start choosing the name “Zebulon”.

My mom says that I want FFS purely for vanity. The last time I checked, vanity doesn’t mean “not feeling like your face looks fundamentally wrong to the point that on your bad days it causes considerable psychological distress.” She suggests I try bangs or more makeup. She regularly says I wear too

Good Morning, Angels. Tonight is my last group session with this face. Apart from talking about the shock of having it so soon, I’ll have to talk about mom’s refusal to understand why I need the surgery.

I want to be beautiful. I've always wanted that. That's what I'm going to tell my surgeon.

Chat, I'm having a bit of a panic attack over having FFS on Thursday. It's such a huge change to have on short notice. I still have a lot of preparations to make. But I think i can do this.

Some oxygen thief in a truck of some kind has been working outside of my building, and decided I needed a headache. So today is probably my last rest day before surgery. Tomorrow I have to clean and pick up more surgery supplies.

I'm about to crack open vial #10.

I'm not going to be able to brush my hair for a few days after FFS, right?

My old baby is sleepy.

Sitting up on my couch half heartedly playing Stellaris while freaking out about FFS isn't productive. I'm going to do it in bed.

*trans girl freaking out* Holy shit! 7 days from now I'll be resting at my mom's house with titanium plates in my skull and a busted up face should heal to look more like a cis girl! I know the recovery is going to hurt, but it'll make the pain when I see my reflection less bad, right?

I want a face that can look just as natural in a professional academic and industrial setting as it does with its lips wrapped around a dick. How do I explain that to my male cosmetic surgeon, who’s likely autistic?

Okay, he’s pretty cute.

Why do I look thinner and more feminine in my loose office sweater, which is something I need now, than I do in the tight bodysuit I’m wearing under it?

They’re interviewing a new engineer from Columbia to work up here. He’s not cute enough.

Crushing on straight women as a trans girl sucks. The closer we get to becoming our true selves, the further we get from their interest. Obviously married trans girls get the worst of this.

The trans femme experience.

Good Morning, Angels. My electrologist is on leave for bottom surgery, which may push back when I can get the surgery. I won’t hold that against her, but I’m not going to give her a heads up before we restart sessions in August and I have a new face.

#thighThursday

7 days from now I'll be trying to chill at my mom's house, half way done with FFS, hopefully with a cat in the room ignoring me in that way that means they're worried. With half the ordered procedures done, and a full day of surgery ahead of me. Angels, do you think I'm ready? Am I deserving?

I haven’t given head in 7 months, and I miss it. I’m getting a new face next week, I don’t suppose anyone would like to fuck the old one?

Quiet the schmorgous board of chemical fun. One disappointing opiate, a heavy duty mouthwash, an antibiotic, an anti swelling drug, and a nausea medication.

My mom says I need to make sure I have comfy clothes to lounge in while I’m recuperating at her place immediately after FFS. I do, and this probably isn’t the time to tell her I’m essentially a nudist in my apartment.