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Scar Care Many Years Post-Op.

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This is something I have wanted to address for a little while now, but not had the time to do so properly.

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When I first had chest surgery I was reluctant to treat my scars for the first few months. After that I attempted to use various scar treatments in order to lessen the red coloring and slightly raised nature of my scars. This didn’t have much of a visible effect due to my inconsistency; I found massaging my scars triggering in a horrible way. I also had very prominent stretch marks on my chest due to years of horrible binding methods.

I left my scars alone for many years, allowing my chest hair to cover them. I still was not comfortable revealing my chest in public, despite my chest being very well healed and the scars no where near as visible as many other guy’s chests.

Fast forward to last week when I was cleaning out the bathroom cupboard and came across a bottle of Bio-Oil I had purchased a while back to apply on my scars. I was unsure if too much time had passed for any scar treatment to be remotely useful – but it was worth a shot because I had scar care readily avaliable.
I shaved my chest in the shower (I fucking hate chest stubble! Ew!) and once dried, massaged my scars and stretch marks for approximately five minutes each side. I’ve done this for almost a week daily now, and I could not believe the results after a few applications.

I really feel it’s the massage coupled with the Bio-Oil which is working; the massage being the most effective part of the duo. I feel it increases circulation into the scar tissue, allowing the scars to become much more representative of sourrounding skin tone.
I noticed that not only did my scars fade to almost nothing in terms of coloration, but that my massaging seemed to flatten out the slightly small areas where I had almost pimple-sized bumps from stitches healing. The ends of my incisions were slightly raised (approximately 1-2mm above the surface of the rest of my skin) and this has made them lessen dramatically also.

I guess the purpose of this post was to inform men who have had surgery quite a while back to not give up on scar treatment. It may still work. In fact, I now have somewhat of a renewed confidance that eventually, with massage and scar treatment I can get my scars to a level which I will find acceptable to become shirtless in public.

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I would love to write more here, but I’m exceptionally busy with my studies, work and maintaining a household/ trying to raise a human being/be a husband.

If you’ve got anything you’d like me to write about, feel free to ask/submit.

I find it much easier when I’ve been prompted with something such as that.

I do have something I plan on writing about when I feel I have enough time to dedicate to the topic. I’m not really fond of being half-assed.

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?

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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*?

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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.

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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.
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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.

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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.