let’s admit it. we’ll all take HRT any way we can get it. but we all have the ways we would prefer to take it if we had the options. of course some of the coolest ways to ingest gender have yet to be discovered by science. gender-vests, hormone sockets, dial-up-HRT, and other crypto-hormones are all out there somewhere, waiting for some intrepid explorer to stumble upon them and sell them to the highest bidder. similarly, some of the old ways - scythian horse-piss transition, for example - have fallen out of fashion (can’t think why).
in the meantime, here is my ranking, from worst to best, of how i would most like to have my sex changed.
tablets
eh. this hasn’t been scifi since the 30s. i take pills for lack of sunlight ffs. also they’re so easy to forget. they do the job but i want something more #aesthetic
patches
better. you have that cool silver foil you peel away and receiving medicine through patches still feels futuristic to me. it would be even better if you could have full outfit versions, donning the mantle of Gender y’know, but then you’d have to sacrifice the peel-away silver foil… or would you?
(i can’t think of a good mood-board image for this one so you’ll just have to pretend i did and it was very witty and clever.)
gel
im entering uncharted waters here but anything viscous is good in my book.
injections
unparalleled. ive never done it but it’s so obviously the best way to do it. especially if you get a friend, comrade, or lover to do it for you. i can’t think of an aesthetic this doesn’t work for. ancient priestesses enacting sacred rites. cyborg women chemically updating their flesh-systems. or maybe you just love sticking a great long shaft up ur arse. it’s clearly very sexy and cool.
personally, the fact that the NHS will prescribe injectable testosterone but not injectable estrogen is clearly just transmisogyny. apparently there’s a guy who sells it online from the Pacific Islands, growing it from some kind of horse in a big water vat, but i don’t have the money. under communism, we’ll have our own collective vat and our own collective horse, and we’ll have endless meetings arguing about whether or not the horse gets to come to the meetings. until then,
Ignatz Maria x
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PS: apologies/thank you to a twitter mutual i will leave anonymous who i initially made the collective communist horse vat joke with in conversation. i have made the same joke in about a hundred conversations since then so decided to pass it on once more.
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