Seriously Spooky Souris 🏳️‍🌈🎃 @Mous@awoo.space

(Sees a picture of a friend's fursona on my timeline from an unexpected source)

THAT'S HIM!!! THAT'S THE BOY!

1) This director DEFINITELY has a thing for guys in white briefs.
2) I'm pretty sure this movie had a stylist just to arrange the actors' junk for weird bulge shots

My partner and I picked a random movie to watch, it just had a full five minute long splash fight sequence between three muscular Bros in their underwear

Also odd: they're only giving me 1 ml vial at a time. Last time I did this the vial was 10ml.

Happy news: I have my T! Just did an injection.

Frustrating news: The doctor apparently prescribed the injection every other week instead of every week like we'd discussed, so I'll have to call them tomorrow to figure that out.

I went to sleep feeling like garbage and woke up feeling like garbage so I'm just going to call today a wash in advance and try not to stress about it too much.

It seems like every time I look up today things get worse. What a shitty day.

I keep eyeing my Canadian citizenship, thinking about getting away from this apartment and these roommates and at least further from this political nightmare, but... I only JUST got reapproved for testosterone. I JUST found a therapist I seem to actually like. I can't leave without tossing out all of this shit I've been working so hard for. That's really hard to do.

Went to the athletic center to try to vent some stress, was there for less than ten minutes before a pair of middle aged women came in and started chatting loudly enough that I could hear them even with my headphones turned up dangerously high. @_@; So much for that, I guess. At least I got about 25 minutes of exercise in, that's better than nothing.

Hey it'd be cool if my brain could face something unpleasant and unexpected WITHOUT immediately deciding the world is coming to an end. That'd be neat.

Leaf blowers are evil monsters looking to wreak havoc upon our tiny village and I'd like to hire a party of four brave adventurers to slay them.

The first five minutes of walking around after taking your binder off:

Therapist was nice! I liked him. We're meeting again in two weeks.

I have my first appointment with a new therapist today! I'm... anxious I guess, but it isn't my normal all-consuming the-world-is-ending anxiety so it's difficult to recognise it as such. I'm hopeful that this is a big step towards becoming a happy, functional person though!