I’m a little confused as to what’s meant by “identify” as trans. What’s the difference between “identifying” as trans and being trans?

My opinion is that those who identify as trans choose to do so. Those who are just trans are thus due to sex dysphoria.

Others I have known who identify as trans do so because they feel personally thier bodies will never be the female or male “norm” and they can rationalize this better if they assign themselves as trans men or women instead of just men or women. This is only directly from a few people whom I have known to identify this way.

I am not however any kind of authority on the subject, nor do I care to be one.

How do you feel about people that “identify” as trans*?

I disagree with it, because I don’t really feel like being born in the wrong body is an identity – but I don’t have any right to say that how someone feels is wrong.

I am not so sure as to why someone would want to identify as trans; there’s a lot of negative connotations with that label and if you’re seeking it for the label itself it’s kind of missing the point of why people feel they need transition entirely.

But, in short – I don’t feel anything toward those that “identify” as trans. I disagree with them, but I honestly do not care what others choose to identify as. Who am I to devalue thier own perspectives of themselves?

But I can disagree.

Edit: I also disagree with the asterisk at the end of trans, and my feelings about this echo those above.
I wonder if you were really wanting to know if I am truscum or not. According to the defenition; I am truscum due to my belief that transsexualism is a medical condition.

thatsnothowitworks:

neonasdff:

transpacificboy:

neonasdff:

this is my chest a little over 3 months post op.
i’m not 100% happy with it at the moment. there’s fatty, tissue-y bump bits in the middle, under the right incision and around the armpit on my left side that i’m not fond of. i need to work out more, get bigger pecs and that sweet definition line in the middle of my chest. then if those tissue-y bumps are still there and still annoying, i’ll probably look into getting some lipo on it or something.

But where are the nipples

i made a post here about it.

I’m surprised at all of the “where are your nipples?!” reactions you are getting.  I guess everyone reacting in such a way hasn’t really done a lot of surgery research.  It’s not unheard of to have nipples created at a later date or tattooed on.  

It also surprised me that there were so many “nipples?!?!?! 11” comments.
I’ve had the same procedure with a different surgeon – nipples surgically reconstructed at a later date. I’m very happy with the results.

On your post featuring images of phalloplasty: Do you have any idea who the surgeons for those were? Most phalloplasty results that I’ve seen have been less than impressive and I would like to know who can get such amazing results.

Unfortunately that wasn’t I post I created, it was a reblog. Can anyone help identify the surgeons?

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I can easily answer this as i actually know the guy and speak with him quite often lol

He went to Mr Nim and Christopher in the UK (insurance paid for it NHS) all of the videos/photos except for Stage One of Three (NSFW)

are his penis (which i hope who ever posted this originally asked him permission first doubt it though, as ive had to get on someones case about posting my dick with misinformation on it even after my xtube clearly states no one is allowed to pull photos off and post anywhere else yet tumblr people assume special rights so they think lol)

Stage One of Three (NSFW) this guy here went to a german surgeon (I want to say Daverio but not sure 100%) I forgot his name right now but ill double check; ive also exchanged words with him.

specialfag:

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My father loves to tell the tale of the times I did this, which were many.

Most notable was when I was about three, helping my father dig a trench in our yard for new piping (he’s a plumber). Dad and I were both knee deep in mud and he needed to pee, so rather than taking off his muddy boots etc he pissed on our lemon tree. I saw him do this and concluded that I too needed to pee, so unbeknownst to him I walked up to the same tree and promptly filled my gum boots with piss. I simply said “Dad, my gum boots are wet!”. I literally did not get why I had pissed myself.