thewugtest:

if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know

  • a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
  • wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
  • they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
  • a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
  • a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
  • if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
  • young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
  • letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day

Don’t let Torgny Schennings do your top surgery

technosexuall:

Just posting this as a handly little PSA for my fellow Swedish trans people so y’all don’t have to deal with this asshole the way I did.

He took too much tissue out in some places and left too much in others so my chest is a bumpy mess and in some spots it caves in far further than it should.

But hey, all surgeons make mistakes sometimes. Except he would not admit that anything was anything less than perfect and insisted that I should just wait it out and “continue the journey of [my] anti depression meds” (actual quote, translated from Swedish). He did the same for all three post-surgery vists I fought by teeth and claw to even get in the first place. Basically he tried his best to make me believe it was all in my head.

It was only with the help from my doctor at ANOVA that I was able to get a second opinion from a different surgeon – and almost straight away when he saw my chest he said “yeah this bitch fucked up” (I’m paraphrasing here but that’s the gist of it).

And this isn’t even touching on all the information he (Schennings) straight up withheld from me before my surgery.

Don’t let him be your surgeon. Demand to get someone else – and if you can’t cope with shouting at people over the phone yourself, you can ask someone on your gender evaluation team to do it for you.

(For non-Swedes: If you want to get top surgery without having to pay for all of it yourself, you are just assigned a surgeon. You don’t get to pick and choose the same way you do in other places.)