Transitioning is a medical miracle.

I have been on my medical transsexualism journey for 7 years since leaving grade 11. Living between these lines is like a living in a tender purgatory and after this time of so much moulding and reshaping, i realised i don't want to live like this anymore. I don't have to live like this anymore. I am so close to the other side. 

 I will be getting my sex affirming operations in 2025, i have been working towards it for years and finally have the access, and i will have to do this alone. But there's one thing i have to reach out for, and i know i have to reach past the walls of shame that disallow me to ask for help. I’ll have to stay away from home and immobile for weeks - months to heal. And so i reach out to the community that helped raise me, to those who love the girls, not just for our aesthetics, but for our joy, our magics and our ageless spirits. The things about us that can't always show when we're in spiritual poverty. I ask with gratitude and humility, for help funding the last piece of this pursuit for me, my recovery. thank you with all my love, i leave you with this poem 

Some years are baby years, 

Some are dog years 

 When a fem queen finally taps in, 

completely devoted and reshaped, 

she becomes every age she has ever been and ever will be, 

all the time all at once 

we don't die at 35, 

because times by two that is 70, 

and to multiply it infinitely, 

only then will you know my life span 

 we are immortal through each-other 

 my body was by the piers, and wrapped in leaves, and in the morgue, identifying itself, and on the operating table, and on trial 

and in your arms, 

and gods. 

with love