Sexual Reassignment Surgery a/ka Gender Affirming Surgery

SRS.  That’s the way it was initially described and written.  Sexual (male/female) Reassignment (changing sexes) Surgery….hmmm. 

That’s the way it should remain in my opinion. Remember my first premise, that society has blurred the true transexual person by believing in the term “gender”.  You don’t need surgery to change gender or change masculinity or femininity.  Just go to a great hairstylist (or wig maker), esthetician, and find a dressmaker who knows their stuff and whamo…change of gender!

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Gender vs Sex

Only two sexes.   A Presidential Executive Order.

In some ways I agree with that, scientifically speaking, just taking the physical aspect as the criteria.

We are all born with a set chromosomal genetic base of YY or XY.  That genetic code is in every cell of our body, and at this date impossible to change or dictate.

So in some sense the fool is correct…but.   You know there’s always a but.

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Rambling

What’s on my mind?  Self doubt,  concerns, and the next few stages of my life.

I’m heading to see a new hematologist this morning, looking for a second opinion.  Perhaps find one who cares, like the other specialists I have now. 

Trial and error.  The governing medical body hates it if you switch family doctors, not so for specialists.  I’ve been through several to find the best fit for me.

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Some Days are Overwhelming, Some are Wondrous

Unless I need to be downtown, most of my days start off slow, gain a little momentum, then fizzle out by 4:00pm. By slow, if I’m out of the shower by 9:30 I’m doing good.

The first dose of hydromorphone starts the day, hormones and a pill to keep all the other pills from destroying my stomach. The hydromorphone numbs the pain enough to get a hot shower, walk and feed the dogs, maybe remember to eat, then run errands. 

Unless I’m nauseated from kidney stones that is, then the day is a write off.  The stones are just starting. It just builds up for months as they get bigger I guess.

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Stories

So what’s the story here, this story of the Queer Kyd from Kansas?

Stories I suppose.

The story of being a post-op transwoman and the quest for inner peace; it’s not quite finished.  Gender Dysphoria.  A true path or another symptom of PTSD?

The story of being raped as a young child and the consequent PTSD:; unknown and hidden, overwhelmed by the guilt and shame.

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My place as Queer

Back to the question of how I identify.

This will be the first time I’m putting this down, so bear with me.

In my heart and mind I was meant to be a woman, and would have lived a much happier life in doing so.

Simply put, I consider myself female.  And there is one person who “gets it”, that through their eyes they can get past the facade and see me for who I am.

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