The Lightbulb

You know how many trans people it takes to change a lightbulb? One, but they have to sit in the darkness for at least a year to prove the lightbulb is actually off.

Pictured: A lightbulb. I do wish I could take credit for that joke though.

And it appears my year is up. On Thursday, I will be going into (nonstandard) bottom surgery. It's the most major surgery I've ever had, with a requirement of staying in the hospital for a bit and then on bed rest for a while.

This is not my last surgery ever. Other than the inevitable ones that may come with aging, I do plan on having a fertility surgery in the semi-near future. But those feel very different than the transition surgeries that I went through (and the one I'm about to go through).

When I first came out as trans in January 2022, it was an epiphany that hit hard. In a moment, so much made sense all at once. But, with that epiphany, came a lot of pain. I always had dysphoria but, once you realize exactly what it is, it turns up to a new level. All of a sudden, I knew exactly what was bothering me.

As the months followed, I went through my social and medical transitions. With each step, I could feel myself being more at home in my own body and had a measure of inner peace I never thought possible. I'm so happy to say that I feel fantastic with how I present and sound. And now, the final surgery is less than a week away.

It feels so strange to be on this end of the transition. It feels weirder to say that I'll be done. But I'm so happy that I'm here.

Happy Pride Everyone!