Bob’s Burgers hands down. It’s just constantly showcases the wholesomeness I want to see in the world.

It shows a constantly imperfect world, and family, friends, and community standing together to survive it.

I could write a thesis, but I’m crying thinking about that Christmas episode now, you know the one.

A Message From The Skype CEO

(nsfw language)

“God, what have you done!”

Hi, Happy to try and answer, though with the caveat that this is just from my own experience.

1. Disphoria happens on a social, mental, and physical level. For some the social hits strongest, basically they feel like their true gender internally and would like to act and be treated in a way that matches the social contruct of their true gender rather than their AAB gender, but they may care less or not at all about the physical appearance. Transmedicalism denies that their experience is very much the trans experience. For some, like me, my lifelong dismorohia (e.g. eat disorder, body shame) meant that my physical disphoria only presented after I found queer communities will to accept me as trans while I still looked very cis. To put it in TLDR terms, no woman should have to shave her legs to be a woman (and trans women are women). Which leads me to #2.

2. Transitioning can take a long time. I am now addressing my physical disphoria, but the time and money required is significant. Transmedicalism (perhaps unintentionally) creates hierarchies: passing > surgeries > hormones etc. Which can be emotionally destroying along the way, and even more for a late-bloomer like me, who may never pass. And so rejecting that helps change the standard for me, makes sure every step I take is for me which leads to the last point.

3. NB and trans NB people exist. Specifically why what OPs dad said is still troubling, it still forces a binary when gender is more of a 4d spectrum.

TL;DR transmedicalism gatekeeps a lot of people out, when we all have far more in common.

Again, not the gospel, just my take. Thanks for asking. ❤️

Funny enough, that’s literally the plot of the play King Charles III that ran on the West End about a decade ago.

Spoiler alert: fictional KCIII doesn’t get very far.

Pulls out my big box of old CAT5 cables… Who’s the packrat now?!

Ha, literally saw this while waiting for my Amtrak.

For medium-short trips, beats air travel hands down, cheaper, loads of space, reliable and limited security theater.

Read more about this on my MySpace page!

So I went through a very dark place a few years back. Anxiety, depression and PTSD led me to the conclusion that “life is hard and always will be and that in the whole of human history we are all insignificant”.

But with the help of a great therapist (and some meds) I was able to append “so I might as well have fun”.

So I try to find joy wherever I can. So yes to doing things, fight my cynical side, make friends, dress weird, dance, party, be my (weird fun happy) self, allocate zero fucks to the haters and all to love to the people that matter.

I still fight the system where I can, but mostly by trying to make other’s lives happier. Let the billionaires be rich miserable assholes, we’re too busy dancing slutty to care.

For younger or newer renters, I highly recommend the book Safe and Sound: A Renter-Friendly Guide to Home Repair by Mercury Stardust

It covers so many things I wish I knew when I first moved out on my own, and probably would have saved me some serious money over the years.

No you’re a towel!

Beyond that there’s been a considerable amount of research about our ability to estimate room size/material/shape while blindfolded just based on the reverberation of sounds in the space.

Oversimplified conclusion, untrained humans are really good at it.

Yup, I specifically use y’all and recommend it to people (like my parents) to replace gendered phrases, and I’m not from the y’all zone.

Still up for debate, “dude” and “hun/hon”.

*I’m a trans woman also

Guldens Spicy Brown Mustard. Dad was from Brooklyn and loved it, as I kid I just wanted the neon yellow stuff all my friends had. Now, many years later, I always have it in my fridge.

Random woman who didn’t sleep very well last night. I got a different answer, then thought about it for 10 more seconds and then got 135.

(No I didn’t assume the right angle, my mistake was even dumber. I need a nap.)

That what ultimately ends my time here, will be my own fault.

And spiders… Fuck spiders.

-Gym

-Dance Studio

-Concerts

-Free Events (there’s always something on Eventbrite)

Heathen! Praise Joe!

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Exxcellent.