| Looking through one eye
As a post-chest-op FTM, I spend a lot of time staring at the scars on my chest. For a while now, I've felt a growing need to be indoctrinated into the male world, to experience some rite of passage, and I had hoped that the surgery and resulting scars would be enough. Accompanied by the every-other-week ritual of stabbing my leg with a 1.5 inch piece of metal to chemically help my body retain its maleness and always having to be aware of the segments of our population that think people like me should be eradicated, it seems ridiculous to say I need more. But I do. I need to slay a bear. Or jump off a cliff. Or something else equally dangerous, painful, and respectable. Something that leaves better scars than the ones I have.
What kind of rite of passage did you experience when transitioning into manhood? When were you able to declare you were now a man and no longer a boy?
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