"a very old young person"

Pqtient has been struck dangerously horny for 1970's COLUMBO, a diagnosis which unfortunately affects a small portion of the trans masc community and especially on those with preexisting Old TV Brain disease no matter how long it's been in remission. Yes unfortunately the only treatment is wailing about it on Tumblr despite how unreceptive the audience is on the topic of Peter Falk Fuckability Discourse

Reading currently on the bedside table, The Elements of Typographic Style by Robert Bringhurst and The Elements of Style by William Strunk JR and E.B. White. Great reading if you enjoy a series of old men talking about comma placement and kerning. And gosh don't I just. No reason for this post except hey, William Strunk Jr? Boy I sure hope he does

Kind of was thinking everybody was joking when they say stuff like "I can't even read a book these days" due to internet brain conditions like of course I laugh and go haha yeah me too. But then I go home and read until 3 am like... every one else does... right???? And then posts on here are like "what if we read books again as a society" and I'm getting nervous. What do you mean 'again'...

You know when people find out you ride public transportation to get to places instead of getting into my 2-ton vehicle that costs, idk, a thousand dollars a month to maintain, and they treat you like some sort of peasant who's out there hiking along the roads with a mule trying to sell their magic beans along the way or something, and you can tell they pity you for it! For taking a bus to the shop! Or walking to work! M'am you have the wrong end of this conversation: I am pitying you! I'm sick of it and from now on I will be the one frowning condescendingly and going "isn't that dangerous? I mean, driving an automobile all the time? like, they still make those with internal combustion engine, don't they?" with a nervous laugh, or airily brushing them off as so, "oh goodness, I just don't know how anybody who drives a vehicle can stand to waste all their time like that. whenever are you getting all your reading, your crafting, your gazing-out-the-window-to-admire-the-clouds work done, if not on a pleasant and calming bus ride? I simply couldn't imagine trying to fit motoring around in one of those noisy horseless carriages into my packed schedule, la!"

fashionably I am trying to toe the exact midpoint on a scale between "masculine enough to not get misgendered in the hardware store" and "faggoty enough to be indentified by hardware store as someone too gay to know where the power drill attachments would be located"