onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

Japanese people go naked together in public baths as a form of bonding. when you’re a fieldworker, getting invited into onsen is a sign you’re doing things right.

you can’t go into onsen with a trans body tho. on my first round of research, pre-HRT, I went to some nice sentō, but from then on I had to refuse it with excuses.

this is such a specific, such a pointed experience that there’s a videogame about it.
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onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

I worked several times in Tappi-zaki, Cape Dragonflight, see map. it was always utterly deserted in fieldwork season, biting cold, all dry plants and rocks and shacks. and it was maybe the windiest place I’ve ever been. I went there enough times that it grew familiar to me, and I learned to enjoy the dreary solitude of the hikes. This feels like the end of the world, and each time there was like a milestone further in my transition.

onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

forgot to attach map. This is Tappi. some random old photos, took me a long time to find

onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

just a nice pleasant daily hike at my place in Japan

onsen memories, trans life, Japan, selfie video, loud noises in clip 

just an early transition girl in boymode enjoying the weather

onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

Most times I've been to Tappi, I've stayed in minshuku (cheap hostels) as is normal for fieldwork. Easy to embed oneself socially that way.

Last time tho I already had my contact network set up, so I allowed self to stay in hotel.

Hotel Tappi has an onsen that I like to think of as the Bath of Ice and Fire. You can stay in an area with a big open window, gazing at the ocean, icy capewind blasting right on your face while the immersed part of your body simmers.

The Exchange Student From Abroad In The Male Hot Baths Is Secretly A Girl?!?, early transition selfies, breast nudity, eye contact, onsen memories, trans life, Japan 

Of course I craved the experience but, while my face would pass as male back then, and body could perhaaps be read boy on a male yukata if they don’t pay attention, nude body is another story. It looked like this.

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In my very last time I decided I would do it. If anybody saw me the rumours would run through the whole village. But it was the last trip.

I went mid-morning off-season. Took off my yukata trembling. Washed self in a corner, brought a lil towel – still have it, it's my shaving towel now – to hide boobs futilely if a guy came in.

Nobody came in.

I bathed in hot water by the sea, just me and the rough caress of the wind on my cold-sensitive, softened fem skin.

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@elilla Bookmarked, as it's such a *fantastic* memory.

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@porsupah you flatter me bunny ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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