Oct 13, 2018
Did I just purchase a werewolf cock in shimmery purple, that will arrive just in time for my birthday?
Yes. Yes, I did.Â
Did y’all need to know this? Welp, either way, you do now.Â
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Did I just purchase a werewolf cock in shimmery purple, that will arrive just in time for my birthday?
Yes. Yes, I did.Â
Did y’all need to know this? Welp, either way, you do now.Â
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New glasses: yea or nay?
Sometimes I'm reminded that I don't hate New England.
Though it's windy as hell today.
Last night, I got gendered correctly by a random dude at piano karaoke. He turned out to be 3 years younger than me.
He thought I was maybe 21, tops, but definitely still a college kid. He complimented my singing voice, and invited me to join this youth chorus, because they could really use another bass.
I mean, I have patchy baby trans stubble, an awkward-post-surgery-growing-out buzz cut, greasy puberty skin, and sound like a valley girl speaking in a bass voice, so I guess it tracks.
I'm turning 37 in a little over a month.
This does not bode well for job hunting, but hey: gendered correctly, hips and all.
In case anyone's wondering, my piano karaoke selections were Leonard Cohen's Suzanne, Tears For Fears's Mad World, and the pianist who runs it asked me to do Patsy Cline's Walking After Midnight.
As of just now, I’ve exhausted my queue: nothing else is waiting to post. It seems kinda wasteful to queue up things just for tomorrow, since I’m highly unlikely to be here following 12/17.Â
I have a pillowfort, but the best way to reach me is probably still twitter, where I’m also cracktheglasses​ -- you know you want the kylux limericks I’ve been reposting there from here.
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Fingers and toes crossed, but I am not feeling too terrible post-surgery.
I am in pain, don't get me wrong there, but I'm more conscious than expected, and with the drugs, it's very reliably tolerable.
The one thing that keeps happening is that I keep getting these random moments of "oh shit, do I somehow maybe still have tits under the bandages? Shit what if I do?" and every time I doze off and wake up, I think I'm about to be late for surgery.
The really not great thing is the compression vest, and that I can't take it off until they remove my bandages next Tuesday. No showers until then, either. I can already picture how gross that'll be.
This is so sad. Alexa, play The Rubber Ducky Song.
My cat is the rudest.
Yes, there is orange fur on everything in this photo
My kingdom for a daddy bear filter.
Life is hard.