lucyamy

All of the best days of my life occurred in the time from the 27th of September 2019 to the present. The bar was pretty low up until then.

What follows is a little tangential to the title of the blog, but it’s necessary to explain the context of my best day. That’s fortunate, as it gives me something to write, as the day itself...
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My mind tends not to remember bad things very well. So I'm wracking my brain trying to think of my worst Christmas gift. The only thing I can come up with is that my mother has a tendency to visit jumble sales (rummage sale I think in the US) and junk shops, and pick up all sorts of tat that she then sends me for...
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This is a strange story.

I've always been an alternative beauty kind of person. My stepdaughter got me interested in Suicide Girls about 2005 or so, I think. She is pretty alternative in many ways. I should point out that at that time I was living as a man, being cis-male. I joined Suicide Girls, and I loved the community, and really enjoyed being a...
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One (of very few) of the nice things about being transgender is that you get to pick your own name. So why am I Lucy Amanda Siobhán Anyte Emily?

Lucy is far and away my favourite name. Lucy is Anglo-French, from the Latin Lucius. Lucy means born at dawn – the dawn of my rebirth as a woman.

Amanda is my second favourite name....
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Feb 23 2020

This is № 3 in my ever more boring series of posts on my what-I-call artificially induced late onset puberty.

Physical effects; The two - tiredness. I’m coping a little better with this than I was, it’s not much worse than my normal drugs cause. Breast tenderness – ongoing, I now have some better fitting bras, and they’re great, but they do...
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• Feb 18 2020

• This is № 2 in my incredibly boring series of posts on artificially induced late onset puberty – a term I just invented.

On with the boring details, set out as objectively as I can manage given that I am a completely fucked up emotional wreck.

Physical effects; now two - tiredness. I’m coping a little better with this than I was,...
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Feb 17 2020

I think this is № 1 in a series of posts on puberty, specifically puberty as viewed from the inside by someone going through it for the second time, but heading towards the opposite gender outcome; boy->man the first time around, as a teen, and man->woman the second time, decades later.

Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'll just scream "I hate you...
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Feb 12 2020

Finally, I'm on œstrogen (estrogen if you're a colonial). It's such a relief 👯♀️👯. It’s strange, but it really does make me feel more of a woman. Hopefully it will do something to fix my body 😊. And get rid of some of the hair ☹! Due to stuff, there’s a real chance that the male suppressing drugs (cardiac arrest), and the...
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On my old blog, I wrote about what it felt like for me to go through puberty as an adult, something most people don't get the chance to experience 😂. Lucky them, but it's interesting.

I've decided to repost those here, as my old account is pretty much dormant now. Someone might gain something from them.