Evan Tess Murray's Gender Journey

The first time I remember wistfully thinking I'd like to have a flat chest was more than 20 years ago. For too many years, I told myself to make peace with my body, and tried so hard to love my chest. 

Ten years ago - just about exactly - I put on a binder for the first time. It was amazing; I felt free from the tyranny of my chest. But still, somehow, while I held people's hands and brought them casseroles and contributed to their fundraisers and helped educate medical professionals - I still never thought of gender confirming surgery as something I could do. 

I'm transmasculine - more or less a man. I bind all the time; I dream of a flat chest and wake happy until I encounter my own body and realize it wasn't real. It's time - it's more than time - for me to take this step and be happy in my skin. 

So I'm joining in on that very trans form of cultural expression, the gender confirmation surgery fundraiser.  I can't quite pull this off alone, but it will change my life, and I hope people will help. 

(I have decent insurance, but it might deny me; if I raise more than I need for my own surgery, I'll donate the rest along - like we do, like we all do.)

Thank you so much to everyone who contributes, who shares, who sends a kind word. I appreciate all of you.