Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

You know, Motorcycles have a lotta genders. Sport bikes, Cafe racers, cruisers, mopeds, super motards, bobbers, choppers, scooters, dual sports, dirt bikes, GP bikes, Enduro, trail, adventure...

They're all Motorcycles, but they're all different in important ways.

Tired: telling your parents that you're a girl now.

Wired: telling your parents you were Always a girl.

Inspired: telling your parents that you Are in fact the weird sci-fi gender you were assigned at puberty.

My wife and I are the same gender when you get down to the quarks and leptons of gender.

We're both "Boy" plus "Mom". It just manifests differently for either of us.

So yeah, we're hella gay.

My life is like a Stephen King story written by Terry Pratchett and adapted for film by Wes Anderson.

The real turning point for me was realizing a few years back that the concept of being recognized as a Man was an absolute Lie.
Because the second you break past that boundary and a Man in authority recognizes that you're worth recognition and praise, their brains re-label you a Threat.
And they treat you like they resent you.

So, fuck that, if there's no point to being a Man that isn't confrontational and violent, I'm done with it.

I've got more than enough to live on stored up. =P

My Vape glows rainbow and it's loaded with a homebrew that smells like Roses and tastes like Dragonfruit.

It was a gift from the local succubus futanari ninja Hime for working my particular brand of sorcery on a japaneese moped she dragged in.

I overclocked that thing to 6x it's rated power from the factory on mostly stock components. It's an amazing machine now.

Am I out yet?

Update on rings of power: Titanium dragon has sourced Ruby Balls.
I repeat, Titanium Dragon has procured and secured Ruby Balls.

I feel like I can Be Myself now, and that there isn't a -8 stat penalty on my Charisma score I have to work around.
Like dropping the weighted training clothes you've been wearing your whole life.
I've had to work on myself as a person to near exhaustion, making sure that I could tailor my projected personality to any one of my friends preferences, to make up for the fact I was fat and awkward.

So now I shapeshift on Reflex. I need to figure out what my True form is, was, and is supposed to be

And yes, it means I can actually express my gender the way I want to now.
Yes, it means I'm healthier, more popular and sexy.
Yes, I am more confident and can buy clothes that fit perfectly now.
Yes, people treat me better now.

But they didn't when I was Fat. That bears some examination.

The thing that bothers me about my own transformation over the last two years is that..
when you Lose 80lbs, everyone acts like it's some massive achievement. Some inspirational Thing.
Like bitch no, I've got PTSD from not being able to eat, go congratulate a queer or someone Trans on how much better they look Now, they made a Decision and are gonna get raked over the Coals for it.
Yeah I'm happier with my body now, but I didn't really have a Say in it.

Coming out for me is Weird. Like, my Mom knew from when I was little that I, uh... Wasn't really a Boy, exactly. Reading Dune at 14 and having a long conversation about the concepts of the Divine Feminine with my mom, she essentially Told me what I was. And ended up Being.

So the concept of Outness was basically "How loud am I gonna be about not caring what someone has between their legs compared to what's between their Ears."

You know, if you think about it, all those guys taking testosterone supplements and male enhancement pulls and so forth are Cis Men... But also Trans Men.
Sure, they're AMAB, but apparently not Male enough.

If I can move in the middle of one of these, I can sometimes type to communicate but it's still a challenge to make any sense.

It's hardest for me because I'm a pretty massive extrovert, and my CHA score crashing to 0 means everyone thinks something with me is Very wrong.
And it is, But I have no way in the world to tell you what it is, maybe I'll be able to later.

I'm having a really bad morning. Called out of work, massive ulcer pain, not enough sleep, rolling panic attacks and something I don't know the name of but I'm gonna call an Autism Attack.
You're in the middle of or recovering from a panic attack, and your ability to interface with other human beings shuts down totally.
You can listen, you can hear, you can form replies but you can't do much more than shake and make inarticulate noises.

New England Style Coffee Milk

Besides, I absolutely love this skirt. It's got a liner, so it's a Skirt, but it has built in boxers.

Perfect.

Right now I'm at Skirt + Hawaiian: I can still pass for a merely colorfully dressed Man if I feel like in public if I turn the cloaking device on and tie my hair back.
A second, closer glance will reveal that I'm not wearing Shorts, and thus am a Traitor To Masculinity (tm).
Duh, I'm trying to be pretty goddammit. If you don't Get it, you're not the Target Demographic.

There's like...
Jeans + Teeshirt
Kilt + Teeshirt
Kilt + Hawaiian
Skirt + Teeshirt
Skirt + Hawaiian
Sundress
Fancy super femme dress.
And the leggings that go with, accessories, etc.

*Changes clothes three times in an evening trying to get his presentation to match current gender* This is way harder than people make it out to be.