*taps on the microphone* Is this thing on?

I haven’t posted here in a very long time… but I wanted to share some news.  I finally have a date for GRS this summer.  The last post I made was also about a surgery consultation but I didn’t end up going with that surgeon.  I found a new one and I’m through most of the process now, had my last consultation today where I finally got to meet the surgeon and we set a date.  July 2nd.  I don’t think the reality of this has set in yet.

If anyone has any tips or advice for me that would be awesome.

So I haven’t posted anything in for ever… but thats mostly because nothing interesting has really been happening to me lately and I haven’t needed this outlet as much with my anxiety and depression in check for the most part.

Though since the main purpose of this blog was to share my transition experiences, I figured I’d make this little announcement:  I have a consultation appointment for SRS!  It’s march 3rd and I’m kinda excited about it.  I still have no idea what I’m going to tell my boss or what will become of my job when the time comes for surgery, but I decided I can’t let that stand in my way anymore.  Its the unknown that has always made me the most anxious.

Its interesting to me that despite not being active on here in quite some time, I still get a constant flow of new followers.

Anyways. Sorry for my absence. I don’t really know why I haven’t been paying nearly any attention to tumblr lately, but I guess you can only do something every day for so many years before you get worn out by it. If I recall I started my tumblr in 2011… 5 years is a hell of a run for me. My attention span rarely allows for that, but something about tumblr kept me coming.

This isn’t a good bye, don’t worry… I will still be active now and again, but I guess this is me just realizng the fact that I’ve fallen away from tumblr a bit and letting you know I’m still alive. I didn’t really think about it until now, but I figured it wasn’t cool to just leave everyone hanging and wondering.

So apparently I have amazing restraint when it comes to not murdering my clients.

Anyone whos ever worked in an office and sat at someone elses desk for a few minutes has probably experienced this: someone comes by, expects to see someone else there, and makes some silly comment about how that person looks different today or just simply a “you’re not so-and-so!” and everyone moved on. Well, not today. This guy goes “sal you got the bruce jenner operation”

And I… just dont even know what to do. I feel like shit. They have no idea I’m trans, and that makes it so much harder to say something.