Two days out from Top Surgery.
First vacation in two years, and slowing down time with a Polaroid.
One year on testosterone, and one month out for top surgery. I'm filled with joy and hope.
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
Gender-affirming surgery set for Sept. 2. Feels like revolution.
Max T dose and feeling all the feels. Top consult complete, plus a bit of fuzz on my lip.
A watched 'stache never sprouts.
Belted out some Janis during karaoke last night, and the limitations from T were a challenge. As awkward as it was, it also proved euphoric.
Today I hit the big screen during a presser for Cobalt Magnet, an international nuclear preparedness drill. More than 3,000 people took part in the exercise.
Zoning out during Shibari class = radical resistance and trans joy.
Shibari knots, rope harnesses and inverted suspension. Nothing like predicament bondage to distract from the predicament at hand.
I shaved my baby 'stache for an interview, and it's slow-rolling a return appearance. Boo.
Nothing that a roll through the car wash can't cheer up.
Got my first "yes, sir" today.
Michigan Capitol Rotunda, State of the State address.
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My brain is fried. I love a platform that doesn't require a TLDR.
Finally painted over the radioactive green walls. Virginia was right. There's a lot to be said about having a room of one's own.
Same.
Just spent a crazy amount of time trying to figure out the bathroom situation at IKEA before committing to a road trip.
Home projects inevitably present diminishing returns. Third trip to Lowe's in two hours, just for a bedroom painting gig.
Prepping to paint a room, and wishing I had the fury of a scorned younger self so I could move this furniture.
Thank you. I had just written her a note a month before she died. Truly a loss.
Dorothy Allison once placed her hand on the small of my back while I read a poem. She also taught me the art of slitting a vein so honest words could land on a page. She said “I believe that storytelling can be a strategy to help you make sense out of your life,” and helped me make sense of mine.
The baseline of Queer Resistance is Survival: don't burn yourself out.
Don't get bogged-down in the news. Sleep enough, eat enough, REST enough, and seek some joy. Reinvest some time into hobbies.
Queer Fightback can only be accomplished when you have looked-after yourself: Queer Joy is Rebellion.
Just when dysphoria had me spinning my wheels, a colleague called me "sir" today. Gender euphoria engaged.
It's a good thing I healed my asthma because I need every bit of my lungs to breathe today.
