TITLE: Trans Teen Survival Guide
AUTHOR: Owl and Fox Fisher
RELEASED: September 2018; Jessica Kingsley Publishers
KEY INFO: advice book for young trans people, transitioning, resources
REPRESENTATION: non-binary, trans men, trans women
CONTENT NOTICES: use of explicit sexual terms when talking about sex, in-depth information about surgeries and surgical techniques, illustration of a needle and pills (p88), diagram of intermuscular injection (p86)
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I haven’t written anything here in a little while on account of fighting my way out of the back end of a degree and then experiencing a kind of anxiety around returning to blogging (writing anxiety strikes again). However, on a day when not many people are around I find myself coming back to my blog in order to spew my gender feelings into the vacant void of the internet in the hopes of coming to some kind of resolution, I guess, while I write these words. I tried washing up, I tried listening to music whilst sitting on my sofa and yet I couldn’t get these thoughts to go away on their own, but I am still at the point in my life in which speaking these words to another person seems terrifying (but yelling them at the internet is apparently fine.. although having said that I have almost deleted this post a number of times at this point).
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For the past month or so, I’ve been debating a lot as to what I envisaged my first post being on this new blog. I imagined it being a lot of different things. A cop-out ‘about me’. An in-depth look at my recent conversion to vegetarianism, situated within the wider context of the mass meat industry. The lamentations of a third-year undergraduate on the cusp of graduating who has many mixed feelings about the ‘university experience’. I pictured it being all of these things over and over again but none of them ever felt quite right. I knew I wanted it to be something about me but couldn’t think what. But finally, at 2.30am on a Sunday night, it has come to me. What could be more personal and more intrinsic to me than my gender identity?
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