I have bottom surgery scheduled in April. I am very excited about it, but I have a lot of thoughts on how the process has been.
My surgeon's clinic calls it a transmasculine surgery. My insurance does the same. Everywhere I look for information about the surgery, it is referred to as masculinizing, as a gender confirmation surgery for men and masculine people.
I am not transmasculine nor a transgender man. I am not masculine or a man at all.
I am an intersex transgender woman with ambiguous genitalia seeking urethral lengthening, a scrotoplasty, and closure of a painful vagina that doesn't go anywhere. I do not consider my wants to be masculine and don't like referring to it that way. I have been gendered a boy, a man, a sir for a lot of my life and I do not wish to be called these things. My surgeon, letters, and insurance are calling my surgery a metoidioplasty, a surgery traditionally offered to transmasculine people and men.
In order to get this surgery, I have had to repeatedly state that I am a man, or at the very least "masculine", with a phallus that needs to be "affirmed" via surgery. It is dysphoric work.
I am appreciative of my ability to access life-saving surgery through transgender medical care, but I do look forward very much to the day in which all can access hormones and surgery without it being so deeply gendered, without all of the hoops and demands to prove you are really enough of a man or a woman to justify medical care.
I look forward to the day in which genitals do not have genders.
The surgeon told me my results will be great, because his first surgeries were done on intersex people. The violence in that sentence hasn't left my mind since he said it.
I keep forgetting to post my 17776 art here. (On my 17776 dedicated blog. The only thing I use Tumblr for.) so I’m queuing up a few things from the past bit, not much but!!!
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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Our nights have become a never-ending nightmare...The bombing comes from every direction, and the sounds of death never leave our ears.We can no longer find a bite to eat, and food prices have become unbearable.My children cry from hunger, and my heart breaks because I can’t feed them.
Donations have stopped, and hopelessness is starting to creep in...Dark thoughts haunt me because I no longer see any light.
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