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I'm fourth-dimensionally non-binary. It only looks like I'm female in profile shots that don't capture the evolutionary history of self in the frame.

"The tables have turned, Professor. The gender is about to become the gended."

My friend Ocean Tigrox, the podcaster behind Fangs and Fonts, was one of the writers at RAWR this year, so naturally he ended up recording a podcast at the retreat. Two, in fact: one before, one after. You should check 'em out, 'cause I'm in 'em, as well as five other really awesome authors:

http://fangsandfonts.com/ep-75-pre-rawr/
http://fangsandfonts.com/ep-76-post-rawr/

Shout-out to my classmates Ocean, T.J. Minde, Significant Otter, Ryft Sarri, and NightEyes DaySpring!
#writing
#podcasting
#RAWR

I hate when reminders turn out to have been warnings.

Then I have to feel dumb twice.

Boundaries are hard.

The plants have won.

I am going home sick.

Sudafed and Dayquil are in my future. Possibly a nap.

So, I can confirm -- I think -- that the weed is not the cause of my current suffering. Last night i didn't have any and this morning my cough is worse, and now there's a headache to go with it and the sinus pressure.

One of my coworkers says there's a "summer cold" going around. If so, I probably have it. Be warned. UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN! Sand baths and mitespray for everyone.

bed plumage

At this point, the only reason I think my chronic cough is allergies and not excessive bonghits is that last night I didn't smoke anything and I still didn't really get any sleep because the cough and sinus pressure kept me up most of the night.

The plants are trying to kill me.

TFW you want your own service instance for Reasons but don't want to be an admin.

No experiment is a failure if it yields data.
This experiment has yielded data, and is therefore successful, even if the conclusion disproves the hypothesis.

The experiment may now be brought to a reasonable conclusion.

... depression is opening the financial tracking spreadsheet and seeing that the last update is from the week after the home repairs started.

Mea culpa.

Mea maxima culpa.

I think I broke my gender.

... my SRS wasn't twelve years ago.

It was sixteen. March 3, 2002.

In two more years, my vag will be old enough to drink. I'm surprised I haven't caught it trying to surf FA and Porn Tumblr while it thought I wasn't looking. It must be terribly confused by all the changes happening right now. The feathers, the squawking.

Maybe we need to have a nice long talk about what's going on, so it knows I still love it regardless.

I have reworded the terms of the Privacy Policy.

Pray I do not reword them further.

Is "triggering each other's depression" the trans version of menstrual cycles syncing up?

"It isn't dysphoria that I'm feeling. It's that I haven't felt the urge to embody this strongly in fifteen years."

Used to be it was like wearing insulated gloves while handling caustic chemicals, basic safety equipment.

Now it's more like... opening the Class III containment in the clean room while I'm trying to study delicate antitoxins.