I have a problem with these procedures.
They make a lot of transguys happy. I am also happy for them. But for me... It's VERY hard to accept these procedures as options for me.
I want a natural penis. One that pees, one that erects on it's own, one that passes well to myself and others. I am willing to put my life on the line for the possibility of a transplant. Possible donors range:
1. Fresh cadaver
2. Vegetative patient who will soon be a fresh cadaver
3. Partial transplant from a transwoman
4. Grown part made from stem cells from myself or a male relative
That's correct. I want a transplant. It has only been done a few times. The first human penis transplant was a failure, and the patient was a cisgendered bio male and had his own balls:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14905485/http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2006/sep/18/medicineandhealth.chinaNow, it did not fail for medical reasons. The man was disturbed by his transplant. The surgery itself was actually a miraculous medical success.
Wikipedia sheds some dim light on the topic:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penis_transplantationAlthough, I would want the full primary sexual system, which is even more complicated, although I could (and probably would) settle with synthetic testes.
People say I am unrealistic for setting these goals. But I disagree to an extent... it really is the only solution I see in sight. I have looked at hundreds of photos of medioplasty, phalloplasty, and one of the newer methods (starts with a C... can't remember what it's called). They all did not suit what I feel I need as a patient. I am not just being picky; my dysphoria is quite specific and severe.
A lot of transmen just was "weight" and sensation between their legs. I want something more. Not to say I have higher standards or anything; I DO NOT mean to imply that. I mean to say I am very aware of my body and the sensations in it. I consider myself a scientist, and I know a lot about my body and the human body in general. This knowledge, plus body awareness, plus dysphoria equals difficulty in disassociating or fooling myself. Packing has helped a bit, but it hasn't really done much for my body image. I do like looking at myself in my underwear now, though. Haha...
I leave money out of the picture. If it was a million dollars, I'd still pursue it. If it cost an arm or a leg, I'd still pursue it. I feel like my life hangs in the balance. A lot of transmen seem content (or rather, are okay and can settle with the current methods). I don't think I can do that. I don't think I could settle. I'd probably rather leave the bottom alone for the sake of not having scar tissue that could complicate a transplant.
Science expands and grows exponentially. I think it's possible I could have a transplant in my 30's or 40's...
I understand the risks. I know I would have to be on medication for the rest of my life, and that the very transplant could ration my life. I think if transition wasn't there to give me hope and goals, I'd probably be dead already anyway. So I feel like this is a reasonable sacrifice.