Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

Coming out as non binary to my mom: "Oh! Like androgynous! Yeah, there's plenty of historical examples of people like that! "

Why are the hard parts easy for me, and the easy parts so hard?

That feel when your assigned gender is a Really Old Neogender

Tfw you're 33 and stealing your dad's weed.

...I'm leaving him a quart of beer for it. Shit my dealer has right now ain't shit

I don't feel the need to change my name because in her infinite wisdom, my mom gave me a pornstar name

Tried to work today. Too hot. Brain no work roght

Like okay. I'll tell the doctor that I want a special cocktail of hormones because I'm actually a special case.

Sure.

That's gonna take some explaining

That feel when you're wanting estrogen for spiritual purposes and all your friends are telling you to do exactly what they did.

The more I learn about The Great War, the more I think that Jim Butcher's headcanon that it was all orchestrated by an evil necromancer over a hundred years time is the Truth.

Me: Gender is a construct!

My body: That's what you think Motherfucker. *Cuts the Testosterone feed*

Me: Goddammit now I'm a Girl. Fuck.

Me, for the last three months: Hunng. Rawr. Lets haul mulch and dig holes and climb trees and do Surgery on them!
Kerithe: I'm getting a gas mask and an HEV suit. It smells like Locker Room in this brain RN.

Me now: I... I'm Girl? o_o What the hell?
Keri: Bahahahahahahha. Funny what happens when you get stuck loafing for two weeks.

But the Testosterone...

Was Blocking Itself! *Scary noises*

Long day of relationship maintenance, long week of being too hot, long MONTH already of getting hit with Nature's Neurotoxin twice, and the recovery from That bad news.

Oh, yeah, for those just tuning in, I got Mainlined by a Hornet on the 1'st and had a bad reaction. Got hit again on the 10'th not so badly but it roasted a bunch of stuff that'd just started healing.

But I'm feeling better lately and my nerves and muscles have Finally stopped hurting. Can finally control who's in Front, too. We're not just running till we're outta spoons and Baton-Passing our way thru the day.

Major weird Time Warp kinda thing going on though. Like, kinda getting our shit together after almost three weeks, and we've been relatively inactive so long the Testosterone boost has worn off entirely and so it's like Waking up after a big recovery and you're Girl inside, on top of everything.

Sitting in your car because you need to run away from home but don't really have anywhere to run to, you're the one who keeps a place just for other people to run away from home to

I see a lotta people worried over their clothes.
Like, they can't dress the way they like because people will make fun of them for it or think less of them.

This is a conditioned reaction put there by the Boomers. Wear the clothes that best let you be who you are. Wear the clothes that look Good on you, and don't be afraid.

The people who'd make fun of you are prettymuch Already Dead.