Sparrow 🐦 @Sparrow@awoo.space

I love the school I work at, but boy do I feel lonely here sometimes (I'm the only visibly queer, non-binary person). Most of my coworkers are blonde, skinny, married, and have kids. There are only 5 men who work here and they're: 2 aides, 1 custodian, 1 computer teacher, and 1 psychologist.

If I wanted to walk to work, it would take 6 hours. But biking is only 2!

Turns out I owe $1700 in Federal taxes because I'm an idiot who didn't ask the 4 companies I worked for last year to withdraw enough.

Also if you *are* one such educator, lmk! I want to be friends and share experiences. :3

Does anyone know of any communities/organizations that specifically support trans, queer, and/or GNC educators? I would love to join/contribute. Pls boost! 💙

Hey friends! How's it been?

My abs are in such pain that it hurt to sneeze and laugh today. So I think I'm doing the exercise thing right.

Do I pay $70/month for 2 pole classes a week, or $100/month for unlimited classes, including aerial?

The catch is that it's a contract that requires first/last month at time of payment. So I'd have to pay $140 or $200 up front, depending.

Heeeeeeeeey.

I got logged out of masto on my phone and I've been too lazy to log back in, which is why I've been gone for about a week.

How is everyone doing?

Target is sold out of this sports bra in my size. Does anyone know of smaller companies that sell similar bras (in color and cut)?

So today I was an extra in a heavy metal music video.

Question for other ppl who have biggish tummies like myself:

How do you feel when/if a sex partner (who never previously mentioned having a fat fetish to you) gets really (vocally) excited about your "tum", calls you "so cute and fluffy", or pets it without asking?

I personally feel super grossed/creeped out and objectified. But I'm sure this experience must feel validating to other folx. What do you think?

Did you know UTIs are terrible

What if:

Every time you have a massive cry about something that happened in your childhood or whatever

It's just *resolved*. Just like *gone*, *poof*, *zippo*?

And you can move on.

Instead of crying again about it 2.5 months from now.

The first time I remember being aware of my weight was in a ballet class. I thought I was so much fatter than the other dancers. I was 3 years old.

Later, being weighed by my grandmother, who assumed I weighed 150 lbs when I actually weighed 105.

Well. Conversation with roommate just now dredged up SO many childhood/early teen issues for me just now that I don't know what to do with myself.

Going to go to sleep, I think, and maybe start looking for therapy now that I have health care.

Which. By the way.

I HAVE HEALTHCARE NOW! Woo!

I also have been off my prosac (used to be on 50 mg/day) for 1 month now.

But I was bitter and resentful while I was taking prosac too, so I think this is more of a CBT/mindfulness problem than a chemical one.

Maybe I could try keeping a journal?

I use a mood-tracker app just to track overall patterns and shit, but it's not *expressive* the way a journal is.

I haven't had success at keeping a journal since I was 18-21 (when I was weirdly *super super* good at it) but I could give it another try.