Quote from: MichelleCaro on February 19, 2017, 10:39:19 PM
We're all in the same boat.....I never asked for mine either.  I wonder every day, why couldn't I have just been born female with female parts.

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Thanks for sharing. On the subject of the topic, I am not a fan of mine either. I kept reading and hearing that once I started on HRT, I might feel less inclined to need to go through with surgery. However, the further I have gone, the more awkward it seems to me. Just my two cents.

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Joanna

I know that this is mostly an mtf topic, but in a weird way I´m glad to see that some of you also are struggling with downstairs plumbing. To the extent that you want to "clip it off" as it were.

I get the same nausea about the downstairs region that MaggieB described. No nightmares, but it does make me sick to my stomach. Sometimes I try to fully experience the nausea on purpose, it tends to ease off if I do that.

From time to time I manage to be in such a mindful place that it doesn´t bother me that much, but it´s a hell of a fight to cultivate (and mantain!) that mindset.

It´s good to know that we are not alone in this downstairs-area struggle.

It looks like someone glued the wrong thing on me.


Like its sticking out of a vagina.

I dont like it either, nonbinary or not.

Ans SOC 7 lets me fix that.

Ah yes. Oh yes, it's on my list of why have I got that. And the level of repulsion depends on the day.. some days, it just feels like someone has stuffed the front of my pants with awkward junk, with a mind of its own, other days, well, let's just say it's uncomfortable. Pins and needles, achy, and just generally not great.

Let's also not forget when my mind 'has the dumbs' and forgets it's there. Then under counter cabinets and drawer/door handles become a whole new world of pain. Literally.

Oh and the smell. Ugh. Just vile.

That's enough thinking about them for a while, they've had too much attention.

Rowan

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I also hate it.
It just feels strange to me.
I just hope that at some point i can get rid of it and get genitals that i feel more comfortable with.

Quote from: susanboy on March 03, 2017, 07:53:33 PM
You can farewell your brother!

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Joanna

To say I hated my penis would mean that I had to have a relationship with it in the first place, which I haven't. I've wanted it gone since puberty.

The guys in the locker room didn't call me Tweezers for nothing. Add to that I spent most my years in high school with only one ball.

Temporary skin and nerve storage for my vagina..

Testiclesorry? Mine are gone.  I do not miss them.

Hugs,

Jen

I as really small pre-HRT. My small glands would be almost flush to the surroundings. I hated my genitals from an early age. After I had GCS I realized that hatred went very deep.

I must have been around 5 or 6 years old when I had my first thoughts of dislike for my penis. These thoughts of dislike for it (and a desire for female genitals) have occurred frequently during my lifetime. SRS is probably no longer a possibility for me but I would still welcome the opportunity to have a total removal of my male genitals and a proper urethra relocation.

I have a total dislike (and no real use) for that disgusting thing.

Mine makes me sick. When I'm in the shower I wash it as quickly as I can then tuck it back between my legs so I don't have to see it. There have been times when, if it wasn't for the pain, I would have taken a sharp knife and sliced it all off, then shoved it down the garbage disposal so it couldn't be found and reattached. But unfortunately that's not a logical option. At least not at this point.

And for the men reading this, if we could switch our consciousness between our bodies, believe me, it would DEFINITELY be in the cards. For me at least.

I love mine.

I don't hate my penis. But I would definitely be happier if I had a vagina.

On a lighter note, my housemates and friends are throwing a retirement party for my penis tomorrow. It's reproductive and productive years are at an end. kind of interesting how the females are more into the concept then the men
Penis envy at it's finest!
Chas

I totally hate my penis too. My number one priority is making it go away as soon as possible. I have thoughts of cutting it off all the time. I was seeking basic surgery to have my genitals removed but it looks like I will get SRS now.

Wish it was gone.  Would be much happier without it.

I hate my flesh banana as well. Sigh, I can't wear leggings or sit down in a dress without the thing bulging out and it is just so gross honestly. The stupid thing also does not work when I want it to (had an orchiectomy) so it is useless as well.

Hatred of that part was my first sign of dysphoria at age 4. Back then I didn't understand its use as a sexual organ or even that biological girls didn't have one but because it was referred to as a "private part" and not shown, I assumed that everyone was ashamed of that part of the body. This is why I feel my dysphoria was intrinsic, as even with very little societal influence and no knowledge of what a vagina was, I still wanted to get rid of it.

Like many, the dysphoria for that part got worse during transition, and even though I wanted to, I could never date or fathom having any kind of sexual intimacy. However after my SRS surgery, I remember the moment that I woke from the anaesthetic so vividly, I immediately felt that lightness between my legs (despite all thof bandaging) and it felt as natural and precisely as I had dreamed of. Before the surgery I had warned myself that perhaps it would not be as I expected, but it was precisely as I had expected and known all my life for 23 years at that time. When I saw it with my eyes, it wasn't so much euphoria, but more like "yes, this looks normal and right" although even now, seven years later, I feel so grateful for it, and certainly worth the 5 year delay when I thought it would never happen!