It’s #transdayofvisibility and six weeks ago almost exactly, I got top surgery! For those who don’t know, six weeks post-op is usually when you get the general “all clear” from your surgeon, so it feels like a lucky confluence. A sign.
Even though I haven’t swung a sword or a kettlebell or run for six weeks, I feel fantastic in my body. I’ve spent about 82% of that time shouting, “I HAVE NO BOOBS!” Or asking my friends if they “want to see my tits” (being good friends all, they said yes). Now you get to see them, too. You’re welcome.
This is a very personal thing and I’m a firm believer in personal boundaries, but this #tdov it seems especially important to remind people that their votes to “protect women and girls” are bullshit and the dollars they spend on wizard school franchises have real and harmful consequences to real people.
For example, I’m from Kansas. When I go home to visit family, the new drivers license restrictions mean driving might be more dangerous for me than before, because I may not “match” a police officer’s idea of my gender marker. And when these restrictions, these bathroom bills, pass in one state, others are emboldened to push further. Hate is contagious but so is care.
So, hi. I’m here. Just like I’ve always been.
(NB: I still don’t care what lists you put me or my books on. Women, nonbinary, trans, dykes to watch out for, whatever.)
Props to
@ryanjessiman for the tattoo (2023). It’s sitting perfectly.
Also lots of thanks to the friends who showed up with info, check-in texts, snacks, swords, and daggerheart. ❤️