Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

Tearing the heart out of one old work truck to heal another. Life's not all nail polish and cuteness, sometimes you get old antifreeze and rust stains.

I don't want to be visible as my internal identity so much as a swirling haze of color and sound that alludes vaguely to queerness without getting too specific.

If I can flicker only in the corner of your eye, even better.

Because I'm already used to people treating me like I'm making mistakes in my life, or that my body is gross, or not what they expected, or not 'Normal'.

And TBH I'm already used to people treating me like a Woman. It's why I tried so hard to pass as a Man for years.

I've been so sick and so busy lately that every time I have a moment to really look at myself in the mirror or touch parts of my own body, I'm always kinda shocked at what's no longer there.

I'm in a tough psychological space, because I'm overjoyed at my weight loss but terrified of the symptoms of it, and the cause.
But it means that the prospect of HRT is nowhere near as scary, it's a smaller set of changes and doesn't leave you in agony for two years.

Hey, I wanna thank everyone here for showing me that while I might not be mainstream enough for the normies to recognize, I'm still flanked by awesome people like me.

It was hard to hear 'Nonbinary people are Valid' without knowing anyone else who identified that way.

I was out earlier with my hair down, kilt on, nails painted, hylian crest tee, prowling around a couple different Harbor Freights looking for stuff to swap the truck engines with.

I could feel the disturbance in the force as my queer ass drew the eyes of every Regular Dude and Boomer in the place even though I was basically dressed in all black.

The guy bringing the engine hoist out looked at me in disbelief as I picked up the heavier of the boxes and chucked it in the car.

Feeling like Dorian Ghey over here, my Fursona transitions wildly back and forth but I always stay the same shape.

When you're comfortable with your gender presentation as long as you don't think too hard about it or the waveform collapses.

Weh. I'm feeling pretty and I'm Looking pretty but I'm totally not used to being pretty.

I like it a Lot but I still feel like the sad fat dragon with no friends inside sometimes. I know damn well I'm not that person any more but he's still in here somewhere.

Carried a 50lb bag of flour up the stairs to my apartment today, and felt the load on my back and knees, then remembered that I used to weigh in like I was carrying Two of them, and felt a lot better about my life.

Big goo furry hornballs.

TFW all your friends are Sylveon Trans and you're Umbreon Queer.

I need to have some more sexual contact while swimming. Even just going somewhere with some friends, sneaking some skinnydipping and sunning ourselves afterwards. <3

I love being naked in nature, and I love low-key casual teasey stuff. Plus, feeling someone's naked body slide past you underwater is just such an electric feeling. ;_;

When you've been chronically ill and drained for months and finally realize there's no damn iron in your multivitamin...

I feel so much better just Existing at home in the dark right now than I have in months. Goddamn flesh vessel and vague check engine light.

Realizing that the only hard gay guys I know personally are in a committed relationship up in Canada and they're both big bear type gearhead redneck furries.
And even as I say that I remember that they both have a huge crush on my Wife.

New Awoos: I'm the weird witch that runs a shop that sells potions on one end and misc magic equipment on the other.
But I don't take GP.
And the potions have side effects.
And the magic items might be a teensy bit cursed.
you weren't that attached to your species anyways, right? And look at those permanent stat buffs!