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posts from @TradGirlFag tagged #vaginoplasty

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that's all, i feel like weirdly my little blog has been partially a journey of my srs just because of timing not because of intent or anything but it is what it is and i feel like i have a responsibility to anybody who might have read my Content to at least keep them informed about how the recovery process was so nobody like thinks back to this one weird girl who loved to divulge tmi and then suddenly went dark or whatever i dont wanna scare anybody about srs

it's great, im thrilled. masturbating is super normal now, i like being penetrated, my boyfriend and i are having fun with my new body part, i played ddr a couple weeks ago and didn't notice anything wild about my dilating later that night or any ill effects. im annoyed i still can't bike because i wanna get back on the exercise bandwagon and my tiny stationary bike was a godsend for that but itll just be a few more months before i can give that a shot.

srs owns, thats all



cw obvious topics but also maybe weird internalized homophobia? idk i feel like that doesn't hit the mark but yeah

um anyways im not gonna get into the details of the physical act of masturbating because actually now that the swelling has gone down a bunch it's not hard (bedum tsh) to masturbate physically.

but my mind is in a weird place. i am into a lot of weird stuff but a huge part of what i masturbated to was gay, or "gay" in the femboy-skirting-the-line-of-gender sorta way. i felt weird about masturbating to that after post op, like, am i allowed to do that? the stories are about men (and sometimes "men") who are focused on their penis or when their focus wasn't on the penis it was specifically about how it wasn't about the penis. i don't have a penis anymore. i guess maybe some subconscious part of me thought "hey, if i do this does this mean i regret getting rid of my penis?" and i hated that idea and so i decided to avoid it.

but today i couldn't stop myself. it had been so long and it turns me on a ton and like it was fine lol of course it was going to be fine. i have orgasmed and im sitting her giggling at the very notion of regretting my surgery after reflecting on it. it's fine. i like gay stuff, and i think that's pretty normal for a lot of girls now that i think about it? i am not really embodying the characters either, or if i am it's not about the penis.

i wish there was more resources for what post op would be like. i feel like im building my own map of the world and there's no sex ed for people like me except oral histories and stuff we write to each other. oh well, i feel good after thinking about this and i think im gonna go back to masturbating to gay stuff again.



it's a weird experience sticking something into a new hole in your body. i would have guessed that my body would have mapped a bunch of the sensations to "old" parts, but for dilating it's mostly a weird kind of numb. at the end of each session though i can clearly tell that some day im going to enjoy sex involving this hole on like an intellectual level, just based on the sensation that i can feel, but right now my brain and body are like, disagreeing about what sensations i should receive from this activity.



about a month or so ago. i was very nervous on the lead up, though i was able to get my mom to stay with me before i was sent off to surgery, and that was nice. bowel cleansing was less traumatic this time as well.

i was/am shocked at how relieved i felt after i woke up. it's hard to hold onto that feeling tightly, but at the moment i was nearly in tears about how wonderful it felt to finally be done with this, to only have recovery to deal with, that that thing was finally gone. I didn't think I cared that much, that I had to focus on the upsides rather than any sort of dysphoria that i was resolving, but i guess not.

the hospital was nice. i only got to stay a few days but the nurses were very kind and i had a constant stream of visitors who took care of me. The food sucked overall with one exception. i hate catheters. my bf drove my mom and me to our airbnb and that was nice, it was like a cool hide out and then we had cuban food. recovery was boring at the start especially with tubes coming out of me. then a little later we went to the post op and i had the tubes taken out and that week was pretty hard for recovery, i was so swollen and going to the bathroom was so hard. i popped my stitches and had a minor freakout but it was apparently pretty minor and normal.

I came back home last week. my brother and bff/roommate are here to take care of me/my dad while i recover, at least my brother for another week. they fell for each other while i was here lol, it's cute but both of them are moving pretty fast but im not their mom so like whatever. they've known each other for a while so it's not the craziest thing, my roommate makes a lot of sense for my brother's taste and i think it'd be a pretty normal match. im feeling a lot better. time is already eroding my memory of that relief i felt post-surgery. i just have a vagina now and that's great. i am hoping this little post will be something i can look back on and remember a little bit how i felt before a time in my life where having a vagina was just normal for me.

it's frustrating, im a very sexual person who masturbates pretty regularly and i don't feel like i can safely masturbate right now which is a bummer. im sure with swelling going down it'll be better. im feeling better now. im tired of being unable to sit and i wanna start moving forward with getting back in education but for now i know i need to just chill out.

all in all pretty good, would recommend getting a vagina if you want one