This is the last blog I will post while in possession of a uterus.

Many of you know about my impending surgery already, if you read this blog, but I’m also using this post as a HEADS UP for the general populace. To make it official: as of 6AM CST tomorrow, Wednesday July 23, I will be offline indefinitely. Decidedly I won’t be doing anything of any import until early next week, but I’m reserving the right to react badly to anesthesia or be very sore or high or whatever this adventure leads me to, and so for all practical purposes, I’m not really working until about August 10, and it’ll be August 15 before I get truly back up to speed in even a small fashion. This will, as it happens, be when Hero re-releases, but I think I have that all set up and ready to go. I also have helpers (thank you Jess and Dan) who are monitoring email and doing behind-the-scenes tasks. On August 5 a post will go up here, but it’s automated and will undoubtedly be much chirpier and with it than I will be in real time on that date.

I fully anticipate my email to be an unholy mess. Dan will be scanning through, and so will I, but it’s going to be serious triage for some time, so I apologize in advance if anyone feels ignored or unheard. If you need something regarding the blog tour, you want to email the “assist” email which has given or will shortly give you an updating email tonight. Dan or Jess (they’re both on that account) will funnel your query to me, or figure it out if I’m staring at the pretty ceiling patterns at that particular second.

So that’s the procedural stuff. Now for the metaphysical.

small_3074849494People have been asking me for weeks if I’m nervous or excited–honestly, I’ve been so swamped with work I didn’t have a spare second to be nervous or eager. I would say, now that I’m properly reflecting, I’m a bit of both. Largely I’m annoyed at the inconvenience, the anticipated helplessness and pain. Pain isn’t such a big deal–very accustomed to that. Oddly enough, the potential for hope sometimes catches me up the most. Oh yes, I want this to fix many things! But to allow myself to wish for that feels like it opens the possibility that I will be disappointed. So I am cautiously optimistic, looking forward to a second adolescence while also readying for a return or worsening of everything which has become part of my daily life.

I’ve thought, a great deal, about femininity, and womanhood, and what “uterus” and “ovary” mean. I’m grateful they gave me my daughter, but beyond that, I can’t say I much care. My vagina, yes, I’m terribly fond of. This I get to keep, so that works out. But the rest? Honestly, fuck it. Chuck it, burn it, make it go. It has made me sick, made me tired, made me lose so very, very much of my life. Begone. I’m gonna put a house on you.

photo credit: AlicePopkorn via photopin cc

photo credit: AlicePopkorn via photopin cc

Not for one moment, though, have I felt like the removal of my female sexual organs will make me less of a woman. I am a woman. I feel like a woman. I look like a woman. Yes, I can pull off male drag, but I’m still a woman beneath. Being female isn’t something that comes from a uterus, or even, frankly, a vagina. A great deal of my sense of femininity comes from cultural programming, yes–but honestly, I’ve spent most of my life feeling pushed out of that programming. The number of times I was told I was too tall for a girl, too big, too loud, too everything–well, I guess thank god for the boobs, or somebody might have decided I wasn’t a girl at all. But I always wanted to be pretty. Not because I thought I’d get something extra, but because the lacy, delicate things appealed. The long hair. Everything that the world defined as girl, it worked out that was what I wanted. Of course, how much of that was true girl? Can someone be a girl without the lace? Of course.

Can someone be a girl without a uterus? Well, yes! Breasts? How dare we think otherwise.

Without a vagina? Well–why the fuck not?

photo credit: Kris Krug via photopin cc

photo credit: Kris Krug via photopin cc

I was never particularly married to gender binary before, but I must say, at this second, when getting rid of my most girlish parts is probably going to be the best thing I’ve ever done for myself–it’s looking pretty fucking stupid to say being male or female comes from any checklist. If you have to pick one thing, it’s that double X chromosome. But that’s simply chemistry. That’s not hair or makeup or lace or not. That’s computer code. That means from a biological standpoint, I came equipped to bear a kid. But those same parts that made me girl are what are killing me now.

As I jettison my girly bits, I must say I’m also chucking out the very last dregs of philosophical quandary over what makes a woman, and by extension, what makes a man. I have the answer: what makes me a woman is my belief that I am one. Simple as that. And frankly, that goes for any human. It’s not an argument, a debate, or a crisis. It’s simply the way things are, and everyone who doesn’t see it that way needs to get their head out of their ass and catch the fuck up.

And on that note, I bid you adieu. If you itch to know how my surgery went, my husband will update my twitter feed to let people know how I’m doing throughout the day and until I’m able to get on there myself. That will be the first place I go. But I”m going to tell him not to let me wander on social media until I’m not stupidly high. However entertaining that might be for you.

Heidi Cullinan, over and out.

16 Comments on “This is the last blog I will post while in possession of a uterus.

  1. There will be good thoughts and vibes and prayers headed your way from Montreal, m’dear. For you and for Dan and Anna. All will be fine, I am sure. 🙂



  2. Good luck! Happy healing!

    I’ll be evicting mine in a few months too…. good ridance to them all!

  3. Good luck and speedy recovery to you. You’ll be just fine! Come back when you’re ready and not before.

    I had a vaginal hysterectomy 10 years ago. Best.Day.Of.My.Life.

  4. Wishing you all the best for an easy surgery and speedy recovery. Love you and will be sending you good healing vibes. I’m crossing my fingers this brings you all the relief you deserve. You know where to find me if you need anything at all! ❤

  5. Heidi, I hope you feel wrapped in love and healing thoughts while you go through surgery and recovery. *hugs*

    Great thoughts to share, too. Hell yeah, whatever parts we’ve got (or don’t), we get to define who we are.

  6. I agree with all you say. I hope that the procedure isn’t too painful, and achieves all you want it to.

  7. Best of luck, I hope your surgery goes well, and the recovery is swift and smooth. *HUGS* And really what wonderful thoughts you left all of us to ponder in your absence. <3333

  8. I”ve only newly discovered your site. But I had my gall bladder out a month ago, and thought I’d bounce back quickly. I had 4 c-sections in 5 years, over 20 years ago, and always got right back to caring for the babies by the second day after surgery. I didn’t even take any pain pills then.

    This time around I was shocked at how much it hurt. And yes, I took those pain pills…every 4 hours, then I’d nap, wake up feeling better, then the pain would start again. So don’t push yourself. Recovery is different for everyone, and it takes its own time. Let the people who love you, care for you. Sleep a lot, and take it easy. I read a lot, did crosswords, and watched TV…which I NEVER do otherwise.

    Hoping for skilled surgeons and a simple operation. Hoping for a short convalescence and quick recovery. Hoping that you keep your belief that “knowing” you’re a woman is what makes you one. And having been through menopause already, and lived to come out on the other side, it will be a relief for you not to have to worry about any of that stuff anymore. Good luck!

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