Drooling Over ___

Sorry there haven't been posts and posts--it's just been a slow time in gender news, I guess. The holidays--as my boss would say, "Christian holidays and the Gregorian New Year"--came and went with little trans-related to-do. I mostly did a lot of drinking and lazing around, rather, more than usual.

Today is shot number seven, and just in the nick of time. I need to talk to my RNNP about getting shots every 10 days instead of 14. A few days every other week I turn into a Bennington student again. Ugh. I thought I'd received my diploma, and thereby my ability to get through a day without multiple naps.

My legs are getting frighteningly muscular. As in there's a muscly part that juts out just above my knees. Are these glutes or something? Hamstrings? I'm lost. Alternately, my masculine gut is on the increase, though I can actually feel muscles under it, for once. I may have to stop dining exclusively on egg sandwiches and Chinese food.

My voice is getting actually pretty deep, and consistently so. Give me a call and marvel, if you haven't talked to me lately.

At the same time, I don't know that I'm passing much more than I did. Or maybe I am and am not noticing. I guess I am in little ways. I was biking to work today and I checked out some guy, or really his outfit, as he wasn't much to look at, as I rode past. Instead of the usual flirtatious-smile-back, I got the slightly-frightened-sup-dude-head-nod. Success?

I've spent today drooling over the website of Dr. Christine McGinn, who offers ftm mastectomies for a mere 6,300 smackeroos. This is a price I could be comfortable with, and her results look pretty fine. Also, she is kind of a babe. And her website is covered with butterflies. How can you not trust that? Anyone want to put me up in Philly this summer? Michelle Zauner, I'm looking at you.