Cas' Top Surgery!

Cas and I have been together for five years, and he's been an almost supernaturally amazing boyfriend. He's kind, he's patient, he's hilarious, and he has always -- always -- supported me in everything I do, from harebrained schemes and pipe dreams to major life decisions that will affect the both of us.

If you know Cas, you know he goes with the flow of things. He likes to stay on the sidelines and support others rather than have the spotlight on himself. He rarely ever asks for what he wants or needs, and when he does, it isn't much.

What Cas needs now, after years of dysphoria and discomfort and migraines and backaches, is top surgery. He's put it off for as long as he can, hoping that someday the money or the health insurance would finally be there, but his job keeps him a half an hour short of getting benefits.

A licensed therapist needed less than forty minutes to diagnose Cas with gender dysphoria and determine that FTM top surgery is the right step for him to take.

When Cas talks about life with a flat chest, he sounds the way some of us might sound talking about buying our dream home or growing a pair of wings. The simple notion of being able to wear a t-shirt with no binder underneath, or feeling comfortable enough to go swimming with me, is almost mystical to him.

I want more than anything to be able to make this a reality for him. I looked into selling my eggs to a fertility clinic to make the money, but I'm ineligible as a donor because of my anxiety. The costs related to this surgery range from blood tests to post-op compression binders, and any contribution would help and be appreciated immensely.

You have our love, our hope, and our gratitude!