An Unexpected Liberation

I often walk my two rescue dogs up into the mountains here so they can have off lead time without people causing us hassle because of their breed. (It’s a massive problem.) When you’re up a mountain here, you are very unlikely to see or be seen by another human being.

Today happened to be really hot and I had my cis husband with me. He took his shirt off without a second thought. He looked at me and said I should do the same. I looked around, hesitating not because I was worried someone might see me, but because I’ve been scorned my entire life for participating in what is essentially nonbinary behaviour. My chest isn’t female, but society thinks it is. Should I do this? Is someone going to gender me?

It took me a good 10 minutes to work up the courage before finally saying, “FUCK IT” and slipping my Black Label Society vest over my head, leaving just my skin and ink exposed.

The sun blessed my skin and I felt for the very first time, the wind rustle all the little hairs on my chest and belly.

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We walked for 2 kms before we were rudely interrupted by a family of sheep. They were cute though so I’ll let them off.

I’ve been on testosterone for approximately 3 weeks now and there are hairs where there wasn’t before and I’m noticing strength gains at the gym that I couldn’t have dreamed of previously. Today confirmed for me more than ever that I will be pursuing top surgery.

Queer Vegan is doing a masculinisation! 🙂

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One thought on “An Unexpected Liberation

  1. I’ve followed you for a while, and I appreciate your stories so very much. Sending you love, and hella lots of respect. Thanks for sharing your knowledge and being there as a fellow vegan on this spinning rock xoxo

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