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I love old buildings, cats, hot dogs, fried chicken, hot sauce, pickles, hole-in-the walls, trains, public transit, infrastructure, and beautiful drawings. (Not necessarily in that order, but close) Transitioning at the age of 51! Keep going. (she/they)🏳️‍⚧️♥️
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My dad found my old lunchbox!

There are a lot of people who don’t know what to make of me here in North Carolina.

I truly wonder what it must be like to go through life without having days where you’re on the verge of tears and just barely holding it together.

As a trans woman, there are days when I feel like a magnificent, magical unicorn. And there are days when I feel like the ridiculous, laughable jackalope. Today is a jackalope day.

Everything is breaking and I don’t know how to fix it.

post your trans timeline to bring some trans joy to yourself

When I transitioned, a whole new world opened up to me. With the current cruelty coming out of the White House, it feels like the walls are closing in. I’ve never done well in tight spaces, and the fire hose of hate is really starting to get to me.

This.

For all of my adult life, people have told me ‘don’t worry’ and ‘just think positive’. Fuck that! We don’t need to hear that candied bullshit.

Happy new year from me and Doug Mug! (Doug Mug’s full name is Douglas Mouglas but he goes by Doug Mug)

When my wife is away on a trip, I get to play all the songs on my phone in alphabetical order.

I just got a foot callous remover that looks like a handheld miniature cheese grater and I don’t think my life will ever be the same.

When my wife is away on a trip, our place gets really, really clean.

When my wife is away on a trip, I get to cook the zucchini to the perfect (correct) texture.

Putting the trans in public transit, one ride at a time. 🏳️‍⚧️🚍

Daydream No. 2: I am, inexplicably, a billionaire who has money from a fluke invention I thought would never sell. I fund construction of affordable, non-profit housing for folks getting squeezed out of the housing market. I remain anonymous. A girl can dream.

Daydream No. 1: I’m working on a theater remodel and taking a tour of the building with the theater director. Unexpectedly, I kick a plastic prop skull while walking down a hallway. I pick it up, lift it to my face, and say, ‘Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.’ A girl can dream.

I think I need to replace the brine that my brain floats in. I have a feeling it’s gone sour.

Real conversations I’ve had, part 4: Client: So when can you send us the design changes we just talked about. Me: I’d say in two to three days. Client: What?!? Doesn’t the computer do the work for you? Me: Computers are amazing tools, but I still have to tell it what to do.

Having a hard day mentally, but I’m still here.