So I don't usually get too much bottom dysphoria when I'm not thinking about it, but it's been getting worse lately.
I never really thought I would want bottom surgery, but now I'm thinking about it. Not for a very long time of course, but maybe one day.
Also, I think I'm gonna get a packer. I think it's time to take that step. I'm tired of dealing with my bottom dysphoria, even if I don't get it that often. I want it to go away, and I'm gonna take the step to banish it.
Now I just have to figure out how to get one without my parents discovering it. A packer isn't really the kind of thing I can just have sent to a friend's house, you know?
(If any of y'all have packers, you should tell me about some of them. I don't know which one to get.)
In other news, I'm leaving for the beach today. I haven't even finished packing. It snuck up on me hardcore. I didn't even have a chance to get new swim trunks!
I dunno, I might just hole up in my bedroom the entire time I'm there.
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The Journal of a Young Trans Boy
AléatoireI've seen lots of people with things like these, so I figured I would make one too. It seems to help sometimes. I'll include happy events too, though, so this won't just be me complaining about shiz. Just a way to get to know my every day life a bit...
