Facial Fem, Love, and Who I Am!
- Sep 9
- 3 min read
Hey There, At the time that I'm writing this entry, it is 1 am on a Tuesday Morning and I have an early morning. Nevertheless, here I am writing this blog post. I'm engaging in something that I haven't done since 2018 maybe 2019. That was until all of that shit with Maurice went down, but a bitch is back now and I feel like blogging about my facial feminization surgery.
It will be 2 years as of September 22nd that I went under the knife and secured a further step in my womanhood. I started my transition medically in 2015, but I started technically in 2010 but that will be another story for another day!!!
I started transitioning medically in 2015 after doing drag since 2010 to get the feel of wearing women's clothes and performing, which was a dream of mine. I remember growing up knowing that I wasn't male nor was I female, but a woman who just happened to have male parts. I didn't have the language until 2010 until I discovered some great transwomen who helped me along the way.
Now let's fast forward this ship along. Imagine 2020 the pandemic hits, and you've gotten your letter for facial feminization. You have to put it off due to the pandemic, but then you find yourself suddenly homeless. You've been completely abandoned by your so called pastor because he's a closeted gay man who happens to be a transphobic opportunistic prick!
Yup that happened to ya girl. I decided in 2022 no more playing games, It was past time to get what was right for me. I let a jealous closeted buck tooth butch queen and his projection cost me but I ain't even mad. It was the right time. This Church Girl's Diary had been written and I'm taking no prisoners.
Since I had my letter for facial fem written I decided, it was time to schedule a consultation I had one in 2021 but it was time for me to do another in April 2022. I was so nervous about this appointment. I had a certain idea of how I wanted to look, but I knew that reality would yield different results.
Well the consultation went well and the good doctor told me what he would do to make me a feminine deity! From that point we scheduled the surgery for September 22, 2023. A girl was counting down the days, preparing herself mentally, and getting that sick time!!!
Fast forward, to 2023. I was anticipating my surgery. My name had been legally changed and now I could move like I wanted to; AS THE WOMAN I AM!!! The friends that I thought would be there had long exited my life. I did not have paternal family support as I went low contact. I had also decided that if I had to recover by myself I would do it alone.
However an unlikely love found me. June 2023 found me falling for a beautiful Black, Transwoman, who captivated my heart but also thought nothing of being support to me during my recovery. "Bae," as I affectionately call her and I met on some thot shit, but it was more than that. We forged a friendship that flourished into a beautiful T4T relationship that has caused me to glow and growth. Bae recognized that I was basically alone in the city and that I really didn't have someone to help me during the recovery.
I did have friends that were scheduled to come however, Life happens and jobs require mandatory over time. People fall on hard times and go through health challenges.
I am very grateful for Bae coming in when she did. I am forever thankful. Words cannot express.
With her and my Bestie's support, I was able to recover and continue to blossom.
It's been 2 years and I can't believe that I got a surgery that I've always wanted. I remember listening to Gospel music at my grandmother's house and looking in her white rotating mirror wishing I was a girl. Puberty was a hellscape as my face masculinized . I was absolutely pissed!
20 years later I've finally gotten facial fem. The pictures above are from 2023 and 2025 respectively. I feel different and I live different. Gender affirming care saved my life. It kept me from living a lie that slowly poisoned me. Despite Right wing nuts claiming that transness is a mental disorder, I continue to live happy and free.
Although I may pass in some instances, passing was not the goal. Happiness was the goal.
I reflect on this journey with thanks, gratitude and fervor as Me and my community continue to fight for our right to exist!!!
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