18 months on T

It’s been a minute, but I’m back!  August 12 marked 1 year and 6 months of testosterone.  I did another facial hair experiment of growing out my beard for 4 weeks, and managed to get an adolescent Amish-style beard.  By February, maybe I’ll have a few mustache hairs!  (Pics after jump.)

12 to 18 month facial hair

12 month facial hair to 18 month facial hair.

More pics after jump.

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Do you even lift, bro?

I’ve been working out regularly for about six weeks now.  I have struggled with body shame so much in the past that it has made it very hard to commit to getting in shape–working out has made me pay attention to my body and to dwell on my inadequacies.  Prior to testosterone I worked out to lose weight, because my attempts at gaining muscle fell short and resulted in dysphoria.  (At one point I was taking creatine on the mistaken belief that I would bulk up.  It just made me fat and bloated.  But I think it was a pre-T form of self medication.)

Being on testosterone and having top surgery has changed my whole attitude around working out.  First of all, now I actually have some gains.  I can improve day-to-day and actually see little muscles popping out of my arms and legs.  So instead of being a cycle of frustration, it’s finally been affirming.  Second of all, I can stand to look at myself in the mirror to examine my results.  I can see myself coming to take the shape I’ve always wanted.  Instead of a dysphoria inducer, it’s a dysphoria killer.

I don’t have much to show for it yet–but I’m posting here in part for accountability and in part to acknowledge how much my relationship to my own body has evolved.  I would love to be able to post a picture of my physique by June that I am proud to show off. The one above is a work in progress.

Manniversary! One Year on T.

Hard to believe that one year ago today I was getting my first T shot. Since then, so much more has happened. I’ve come out, lived as a man, had top surgery, and failed at growing a beard. This month I was taken as a man wherever I went. There were no “ma’ams” and the “sirs” were profuse and confident.

This month has been this little blue circle of happiness:


But check out how that’s progressed over the last year:

screen-shot-2017-02-12-at-2-29-04-pmPretty steady to where I am now.

The combination of the changes from the testosterone and the top surgery have been incredibly satisfying.  I had the experience of seeing my face in a shop mirror yesterday and not realizing right away that I was looking at myself and not some random guy.

Is it what I expected?  Honestly, it’s hard to remember exactly what I expected.  It’s been slow and steady progress, and I see a long road ahead if the changes continue at this pace.  But I’m fine with that.  I’m out of the in-between world of second adolescence (despite my teen facial hair.)

But what do you think?

Pics and video after the jump.

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11 Months on Testosterone

screen-shot-2017-01-12-at-10-39-02-pmI’m so close to one year, yet I’m looking at the pictures and it’s hard to spot the change.  I’ve gotten pudgier (gained almost 20 lbs!).  My voice is deeper.  I kinda can grow some facial hair (I shaved this morning, if I still look like a baby peach.)  Yet I pass better most of the time (thanks to the voice?)

Next month should showcase more changes.  First off, I’m not going to shave between now and my next update, so we may see a bit of facial hair.  Second of all, I am hitting the gym 3x a week and eating way healthier.  I hope to lose a few of those 18 lbs in the next month.  But as for now, the pics and video below are all I have to show for myself.

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On Doubt

“Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.”

William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

Two days before my top surgery, I looked down at my chest and questioned–for the first time in a year–whether I should keep my body the way it was.  I felt my breasts, weighed them in my hands, coaxed myself to like them.  I couldn’t muster any emotion about my breasts, but still I found myself wondering if I would regret the surgery.

This wasn’t the first time on the transition path that I’d encountered doubt.  It cropped up every time I was on the cusp of a step in the transition that had a feeling of finality.  Starting testosterone, changing my name, coming out publicly, surgery–all of these steps made me start the process from the very beginning.

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10 Months on T (first post-op monthly update)

So a few things are different about this monthly update . The main event this month screen-shot-2016-12-12-at-7-25-22-pmwas my top surgery.  I was pretty much a recluse all month, so my 100% success rate in being “sirred” is due to the fact that I was addressed as anything a whopping one time.  The other thing is that this month, my hormonal changes ground to a halt because I was off testosterone for three of the four weeks (surgeon’s orders).  I only now feel like I’m getting back to normal.

But the good news is that all the tape on my chest incisions came off and this is the first month I can share totally topless progress photos.  The bad news is that after several weeks of inactivity and stuffing my face, I got pretty fat.  Three more weeks before I can hit the gym.

Pics and video after the jump.

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9 Months on Testosterone

God, what a god-awful week.  The election result caught me off-guard and reminded me how fragile trans progress is.  I don’t know what will come in the next four years, but it feels utterly bleak.  Not just for LGBTQ people, but for immigrants, Muslims, and people of any color other than lily-white.

But I won’t miss my nine-month progress report.  I had a week where I traveled abroad recently and where I was able to go semi-stealth.  This was in Central America, and while I passed perfectly, I was called “joven” a lot, so I probably passed as a 12-year-old.  That’s fine.

screen-shot-2016-11-13-at-8-59-02-amI noticed a small regression this month in how often I was called “sir” overall.  Could be due to layering up as it gets colder.  Could also be due to weight gain.  I’ve been stress eating a lot this month.

This will be the last month with me having to wear a binder to pose!  Top surgery happens in T-minus 10 days. I’ll post separately on that a few times and also on my experience traveling.  Comparison pics and video after the jump.

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