A Few Thoughts On My Dick & Healing The Mind/Body Split

[This post includes frank discussion of my body.]

Growing up trans created a catastrophic rift between my mind and my body. Years into transition, I can recognize myself in the mirror, but I’m still healing the split. Little bridge over a great chasm, I cross it slowly, slowly, over and over. Someday I will actually trust it to hold.

An important and intimate part of this reconnection is my relationship with my junk. As I’ve written before, I have no plans for bottom surgery. I have a dick and I am quite content with it.

For years, I was told that I didn’t have a penis, never would or could have a penis, except maybe through (expensive, painful) surgery, and even then, I was told, it wouldn’t really count. I still encounter content on a routine basis that states that trans men who have not had bottom surgery don’t have dicks, which really bugs me. I’m realizing how deeply this psychological castration has affected me. And I’m learning about how my miraculous reverse castration (if you will) changes the way I inhabit the world.

It’s weird to have atypical genitals, a body that doesn’t fit perfectly in either box. I’m not thrilled about sitting down to pee. But I really don’t care that much, because what I’ve got now is such an improvement in terms of my comfort, identity, ability to be naked without vomiting, etc. And I am able to recognize and experience my body as male.

It occurred to me recently that, were I a woman, my body would create intense dysphoria. I’ve been aware that my voice, face, body shape, etc. are clearly male. But I’d held out on acknowledging how clearly male my junk is. My junk is a bit surprising for a man, sure. But, cissexism being what it is, my junk would be way more surprising for a woman. This was a weirdly comforting realization, a confirmation of how far I’ve come.

My doctor remarked on the changes in my genitals after a recent physical. Several years ago, while I was in a storm of changes from testosterone, she asked me how much my “clitoris” had grown. I felt pretty irked by the language–that’s my penis, thanks–but I answered, holding my fingers a couple inches apart. This recent check-up was the first time she’d seen me naked since I started hormones, and afterwards she made a rather confused comment, “There’s been a lot of growth in your, uh. Whatever you call it.” She couldn’t bring herself to describe my junk with female words any longer; it just doesn’t fit. I felt pretty delighted by this. Doctors are so often the arbiters of what words “really” describe our bodies, and mine had just acknowledged that it’s impossible to examine my groin and use female terms with a straight face. I felt like my dick was finally official.

People make a lot of noise about size, but personally, I just don’t give a shit. I’m happy with myself, and I have a partner who loves me and is attracted to me the way I am. So my dick is more like a baby carrot than a regular carrot, more like a baby zucchini than a large zucchini, more like a baby dill pickle than one of those giant pickles they sell at the movie theater…you get the idea.

Edible metaphors aside, the growth I’ve experienced surprised me. It’s tough to find reliable information on this sort of thing, but I had the impression I would grow a lot less. I don’t know if I’m bigger than the typical trans guy, or if I just got the wrong idea, or if I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Probably nobody knows; again, lack of information. For any trans guys who are wondering what to expect: I noticed growth in the first month or two, and it continued through the first two years. Today, my dick is similar in size and shape to my thumb; it ranges between about 1″ and 3″ (I haven’t actually measured, ha) depending on the temperature, whether I have a hard-on, etc. Most importantly for me, my dick is the most, er, prominent feature of that part of my body.

What’s really surprised me is how much the growth has shifted my sense of my body. I lived for more than 20 years with the constant pain of a phantom limb I didn’t know I had. I really feel like I’m slowly healing some deep wound as I relate to my penis. It’s not so much through sexual stuff–though I very much enjoy that–but more through ordinary experiences of my body. Changing clothes, taking a shower, crossing my legs–just seeing and experiencing myself. It’s important to me on personal, emotional, and sexual levels. But what strikes me most is this other, primal level, which feels like it’s rooted very deeply in a subconscious level of my mind. Beyond my wishes, transition goals, sexual desires, etc., is a preverbal part of me that knew what my body was supposed to look and feel like. A part of me that wanted to be whole.



  1. Robin Hartman

    I <3 this. I can't imagine the struggle and pain and crazy emotions that one has to go through while transitioning. I also know anything a person faces during the transition isn't nearly as significant as feeling like you don't belong in your own body. It brings me happiness to know your penis brings you happiness :P And, I might not know you, but it brings me joy when I read about how the transition is in turn, a healing process for you personally. And the last part where you say, "a preverbal part of me that knew what my body was supposed to look and feel like. A part of me that wanted to be whole." I don't know whether you feel whole now or if you are on the road to feeling whole. But, I wish you an abundance of wholeness. This is very encouraging and I hope that many people going through experiences similar to yours read your blog. You're authentic, you're freaking hilarious, and you could help and inspire so many people.

  2. Tea With Ess

    Thank you for writing this! I had no idea that T was able to grow “junk” to that size, and it’s a comforting thought. If my junk would become something near your size, I wouldn’t feel any need for bottom surgery. I’m not happy with the general results anyway, but my body tells me that something IS missing between my legs. Getting a baby carrot “naturally” would be like hitting the jackpot!

  3. Clare Flourish

    Congratulations. I never thought of it like that before.

    I like the doctor’s confusion- possibly she is growing up out of being the arbiter, making the scientific classification. We have the right to be the arbiter.

  4. Lesboi

    Your posts are always so refreshing and honest. I really appreciate your honesty about a very intimate subject that most people refrain from discussing. It’s heartening to hear that your results are making you feel whole without surgery. There was a thread on a forum I used to participate in about phantom cocks and butch women and trans men and it definitely is a “thing” that many experience. I used to say that I didn’t want bottom surgery but lately I’ve been thinking that, depending on the growth I experience, I might consider something to supplement what the T did for me. Thanks for this post.

  5. Tam

    I too had hoped I’d have good results on T and not need to go the surgical route but my body didn’t cooperate. I’m still recovering from a series of bottom surgeries and plan on writing more about how I am experiencing reconnecting with something that has brought so much pain.

    • rimonim

      I’m sorry you didn’t get the results you’d hoped for with T, and I’m really glad to hear you were able to get surgery. I look forward to reading about your experiences recovering and reconnecting with your body.

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