Friends

So, I've been alluding to this off and on in various spaces, but I don't _think_ I've made a public declaration. The end of my summer vacation has included one heck of an exciting event: I did a yeeterus on Thursday the 14th!

Yeeterus, noun, surgery to get rid of some unnecessary body parts -in my case, uterus, fallopian tubes, and cervix. More commonly known as a hysterectomy, and I suppose this means I can no longer be hysterical, a joke I am definitely going to workshop in the near future.

I've been coy about it mostly because I have been _terrified_ it would be outlawed before I could do it, fuck you very much the modern USA. Being at that sweet spot of "gender-affirming trans thing" and "sterilization and therefore anti-breeding thing" can make one nervous like that. It's weird that something so personal feels so acutely political. Like. I'm not ensuring I never have periods again *at* anyone, I just find menstruation incredibly personally dysphoric. The confirmation to never have children of my body isn't an attack on anyone else, it's just...something I've been aware was true since I was nineteen. I dunno man, why do you care so much?

Recovery has been very much in line with what I've hoped. The pain has been incredibly mild, and almost entirely kept at bay by careful cycling of tylenol and ibuprofen. The discomfort has been a lot higher --it turns out laparoscopic surgeries involve pumping one full of gas and then that gas has to dissipate somehow. I am treating myself gentle and not walking any further than around the house --but I am walking, and that's lovely.

I have kept an impressive log of feelings and thoughts and observations and stuff, which I am not *quite* willing to just open-share to everyone, but if you're thinking about doing the same, let me know and I'll pull the best tidbits for you.

I am so happy about it. Like, it's gonna make the start of the school year suck and I'm still so fucking happy.

Yay!

~Sor
MOOP!