I don’t wanna tempt fate or anything, but everything’s really darned rosy in transition land. Hardly a week goes by without me clearing another hurdle. My baby steps are rapidly becoming giant strides.
High haemoglobin levels mean no HRT for me
So my fourth appointment at Nottingham gender clinic is behind me – and the news is that I have NOT been prescribed estrogen. Which, after two and a half years of waiting, kinda sucks. [Read more…]
Aching to pupate
Butterflies seem to be an important part of the symbolism of being transgender, especially for those about to transition, leaving that ugly caterpillar body behind, entering a second-puberty chrysalis and then emerging as a beautiful creature at the end of it all.
Update ahead of gender clinic appointment 2
A little update a few hours ahead of my second gender clinic appointment. Deed Poll – signed. Sperm – frozen (twice). Finasteride – prescribed. Time spent en femme in Birmingham and Sheffield – hours and hours. So much done but still so much to do!