I’ve seen a lot of people seem to worry that they present too masc (or too femme, for that matter) to be trans, and: how you present doesn’t make you not-trans, ever
There is nothing stopping you from going out Today, collecting cuttings of local trees, rooting them, and and starting a reforestation effort in Your area.
Terraforming isn't super magical space science. It's Planting trees and tending the land.
#terraformearth
Normalize gender questioning.
Examining what you take for granted is not an “abnormality.”
It's called wisdom.
My wife was much happier when she realized we can still go out looking heterogenous as a couple when we're out in public, even if we're both dressed femme:
She'll be in a cute goth dress and leggings, and I'll be in matching blaze blue flower print. Turns out she just didn't want me jacking Her style.
what he says: she's dressed inappropriately
what he means: I'm horny
what he says: he was threatening me
what he means: I felt anxious
what he says: she's gender-confused
what he means: I'm confused about gender
This car has a personality like a Butler who used to be a Gang Member or SAS operative.
Charming. Solid. Dependable. Courteous. Polite.
Ask them to bust skulls and show up Mustang Bruhs on the highway, and they will Gladly Oblige.
Because just as most V8 engines are ready for another gear and the show's over, the 32 Valve V8 is just getting the party started.
This engine showed up in the Cobra Mustang and the Merc Marauder. This is just their transgender cousin who still works out.
Picture a Car.
No, Bigger.
Bigger than that.
Look, it's a Crown Vic type thing.
And it's got an engine they had to hop up on Spiro and Estrogen so they could cram it in transverse and not rip the transmission apart completely.
And then they stuffed it full of heated leather couches and sound dampening and a 5.1 surround system with CD changer and Tape Deck.
It's your Grandmother's Car. It smells like armor all and leather conditioner and Marlboro Golds.
Also I wanna gush a bit because after almost a Year, I'm getting close to having a fully functional car again.
There's a kind of satisfaction that comes from rebuilding a car from a rusted out husk into a Brand New Old Thing. Today meant that I've got brand new brakes and suspension in the Rear, not just the Front.
And besides a coolant system service I don't have the tools for, I've done all this work myself, with the help of my dragon housemate.
I dunno how to describe that feeling.
I'm in a weird place where Kerithe will chat up a big fat ragular dude neighbor about his truck while unloading groceries in a blue skirt and floral print button-up, and say how she's been spending all day crawling up the asshole of the car she's unloading.
His eyes flash down to our hands and forearms, still covered in black car dirt.
She smiles back, sixty pounds of grocery bags in her hands and heads up the steps to our apartment.
Southern Mass's local machine healer and part time witchdoctor.
Tiny motorcycles, magic potions, machine tools, progressive rock, trance states, and hand sharpened drill bits. Oh, and I read Tarot. Probably 18+ just to be sure.
#nobot