Maura Hubbell
Trans parent freek and geak. She/her.
User pic: me looking over the tops of my cat’s eye glasses, with bare shoulders in a red patent corset with a top edge shaped like flames.
Header: the sun shining through a huge live oak.
Bandages off, staples out. I look somewhat less scary.
Folks, I'm less than 24 hours away from heading down to San Francisco for facial feminization surgery with Dr. Jordan Deschamps-Braly, AKA Dr. D. The actual surgery is scheduled for the morning of Tuesday the 28th.
Bay Area people, you know I love you and want to see you, but I'd be a fool to make any social engagements for this trip; I will definitely look as if I've lost a fight against a biker gang, and I may feel that way too.
I can confirm that the sundial at Gas Works Park tells the correct time.
In a Rolls on the way to surgery. I couldn’t make this up if it tried.
Cast off nose, tape on nose, breathing through nose, and relaxing at OAK awkwardly early. Looking forward to noodles on Tuesday.