wrath of the moleskin

i am female. what that means is that you can talk to me about periods, boobs, etc, and i will understand/empathise/inform. my body is what it is. i no longer waste time/energy having too much of a problem with that. (you can also call me she/her because anything else is too awkward/exhausting in English — and i don’t really care, anyway.) i tend to wear clothes with a feminine cut, just because they look better (to me) on my body.

but don’t ask me about makeup, shopping, jewellery… don’t ask me about “keeping a man,” “feminine intuition,” or “goddess spirituality.” don’t include me in whatever bleeding-heart bullshit you’ve got going on, just because “women are more compassionate.” if it doesn’t have to do with XX body parts, don’t assume i know anything about it — or care. maybe i do, maybe i don’t. i probably don’t, though, let’s be real.

my aesthetics/hobbies/preferences/lifestyle have nothing directly to do with the fact that i was born with a vagina. the vagina is just there, chilling. it has a purpose; i chose not to employ it. end of story. same with the boobs: they are just hanging(!) out. they’re medium-sized, so going without a proper brassiere is not a problem. i sometimes wish they were smaller, but at least they’re not huge. they have a purpose; i chose not to employ them. same story.

i actually love to go thrift shopping. i also favor antiques, pastel colors, granny tote bags, and floral motifs. and perfume. i love perfume. i’ve even been known to enjoy the odd love story.

but i also adore adventure films, horror, heavy metal, poker, and offensive humor. i use the word fuck like it’s punctuation. i am an existential nihilist and proud of it. i’m basically a grumpy old grandfather who’s looking forward to yelling at those “damned kids” to get the hell off my lawn, smoking a pipe, and hitting people with my cane.

social gender is just another story we propagate/perform as a culture — along the lines of religion, politics, morality, etc. like all such stories, it is not inherently harmful. on the contrary, these stories probably kept us alive while we were coming up as a species. but at this point, they are just stories. we have to tell them without letting them tell us.

Miss Lemon: that's because he hasn't had an interesting case for five minutes...

Hastings: is that all it is?

Lemon: that and the fact someone said he was middle-aged...

Hastings: well, he's always been middle-aged. have you seen that photograph of him at his christening?

Lemon: i know~

ok so i was looking for photos of lacewings and yeah nope i did not need to know that a flying mantis was a thing

Dr Lutz: may i ask something? why do you insist on referring to yourself in the third person? it is intensely irritating.