YIP!

-what if this bad thing was good instead

-how about Make-Believe Land can have whatever I want

-would that be fucked up or what

2025 vs early June. Ages 48 vs 49. I noticed my hairline start to take off around age 41, but didn't start taking meds til age 46 because I was worried about side effects and was too stressed about trying to get out of Florida to focus (or spend money) on hairloss.

I've been on finesteride about 3 years now (so, 13 years on HRT), which has kept my hairline from creeping back further. It works by blocking DHT, which is a masculinizing hormone converted from testosterone that contributes to hairloss on the head.

Side effects for me are less body hair (counterintuitive, but yes) and some spotting (never enough to be a mess) every day of my cycle. My libido took maybe a little hit (refactory window was usually ~5-10 min, but now sometimes closes for the night), but that's sometimes a good thing, being so tightly wound. I also am lucky not to suffer from the depression/suicidal ideation side effects.

I am also about 5 months on oral minoxidil, which promotes hair growth through a few mechanisms. I am nearing the early side of max effects (around 6 months, may continue up to a year, mainly as the hair grows longer). Side effects for me were increased tachycardia (my doc cleared me for use as someone who already has this issue and is on propranolol) for just a few days, and then my body acclimated. I also saw some body hair regrow from loss to finesteride.

I don't have crown balding - just the receding hairline, which is *very* aggressive on my mom's side. My hair is about in the middle of both parents. (Dad's side wasn't too bad.)

These photos aren't quite the same angle, but you can still see how my temples and forelock are fuller and have more definition. I am pretty happy with this result, as I like having a somewhat "mature" hairline. But like a lot of my transition milestones, I wish I had started earlier. My 39-year-old hairline was pretty perfect. 🥲

I thought sharing would be good for setting expectations, as well as combating the myth that minoxidil is only for crown balding.

Who knows how long my hairline will stay at this point, but the meds are fairly inexpensive and as I said, I'm lucky where my side effects are manageable. This combo of meds is considered the most effective at hairloss, and is prescribed even if one opts for a hair transplant.

"Gravity assist." "Slingshot." Of course, on a very basic and objective level, yes, we are taking advantage of forces generated by outside objects to specifically help in our goals. We're getting help from objects in the same way a river can power a mill. And of course we call it a "slingshot," because the motion is very similar (mentally at least; I can't be sure about the exact physics).

Plus, especially compared to the other sciences, the terminology for astrophysics is like, really straightforward. "Black hole?" Damn yeah it sure is. "Big bang?" It sure was. "Galactic cluster?" Buddy you're never gonna guess what this is. I think it's an effect of the fact that language is generally developed for life on earth and all the strange variances that happen on its surface, that applying it to something as alien and vast as space, general terms tend to suffice very well in a lot more places than, like... idk, botany.

But, like. "Gravity assist." I still can't get the notion out of my head that such language implies us receiving active help from our celestial neighbors. They come to our aid. We are working together. We are assisted. Jupiter and the other planets saw our little messengers coming from its pale blue molecular cousin, and we set up the physics just right, so that they could help us send them out to far stranger places than this, to tell us all about what they find out there.

We are assisted.

And there is no better way to illustrate my feelings on the matter than to just show you guys one of my favorite paintings, this 1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice to show the Pioneer probe doing this exact thing:

"... You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. ..."