Dec 06, 2011 23:19
Holy shiterone.
16 weeks on testosterone, and things are happening. I'm on Nebido, which is slow release, so I don't have things going at the same speed as some transguys on youtube I've been watching. I'm not complaining though, it's fine with slow progress. It's still progress, ya know? I'm telling myself that it's better for the mind and body with a slow steady flow of t, and it's kinda nice that I only need one shot per 10th week. Wouldn't really matter if I needed three everyday, I'd still do it. I live door to door with the health care centre where I get the shots sooooo that great.
I have the tiniest beard in the history of humankind. But it's MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE~~
The hair on my arms are getting darker and my voice is changing too. It sounds kinda raspy nowadays and it's starting to crack. According to my speech therapist (THATWORDWOAH) my voice is lower now, three piano keys to be exactly.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.
My chest is healing well, and even if it's kinda.. choppy and bitch-titty right now, it's so much better than having dangling fat sacks. Best. Decision. In my life. Seriously.
I'm just done baking candy. Simple toffee, chocolate covered toffee and some kind of crunchy nut candy I've never done before. The results will be interesting... If there's any left for me, that is. It's Christmas gifts for family and friends. Yaay.
My hair is orange now. It's currently styled in a Speedy à la Teen Titans way. Some say it makes me look girly. Fuck them, I'M SPEEDY~~~!!
OHMYBUKKITGAWDSNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW~~~~~~~~ *3*
Seriously, therapist? The rapist? THE... RAPIST? WHAT.
Peace-ing on like always.
thoughts,
gender,
smexmas,
food