When I responded to the New York Times op-ed piece "My New Vagina Won't Make Me Happy", I was about 6 weeks away from having my own vaginoplasty. I'm now about 12 weeks post-op, and I have a different perspective now that I'm on the other side of surgery.
While I still have a long ways to go, to me it feels like I'm closer to my destination than I am to where I started.
The weeks following my first post-op visit started slowly, with me only able to move around within the apartment at first, then small trips to the grocery or pharmacy.
I'll be getting a bit more graphic in this post, discussing some of the more, er, bloody details. If you don't like blood and other by-products of surgery, you might want to skip this post.
This may end up being the biggest life-changing event of my life, and there is a lot of anxiety and fear as I approach it.
I've been asked many times some variation of a fundamental question: why do you need to have this surgery?
The short answer: because I do.
With this post, I'm going to get into a medical procedure (surgery) which reconfigures a person's genitals. I'm going to include links to pictures and discuss body parts graphically (in a clinical manner. If you're squeamish or don't really want to see this, please skip this post; it's ok, I understand.