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"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.

I have _got_ to stop reading news when I'm in anything higher than a {2}. Spirituality and the orthocosm are _not_ compatible any more. The structures of the larger world are just not compatible with bird thinking.

Me: I think you've gone insane.
@ElectricKeet: How did I get here, I wonder?
Me: I drove you and dropped you off.
Keet: Thank you for the ride!

capitalisn't

"Seize the Memes of Production."

(with additional credit to @Valerie_Elysee @ElectricKeet @adeptomega)

I was most certainly not ready for my coworkers noticing that one of the other scouts had about my color hair, and then everyone at the table comparing their histories with the organization.

I have to go back to the office. I just need to get myself back to this world, the one where every happened nonlinear fashion and I didn't know what I was missing because I could never have had it, first.

I don't like that world very much.

I was not braced for the presence of a very obviously trans scout in her sash proudly standing among her peers. Specifically, I wasn't ready for the stabbing saudade, the sense of having missed out on something very important I didn't know I'd wanted.

I work for a company owned by a megacorp. One of the other companies owned by the same megacorp has a VP on the board of the Girl Scouts of Western Washington. As part of the "'women' in 'tech'" work that I do, I got invited to a luncheon to benefit the Girl Scouts.

I expected a presentation with speakers while I ate a salad. I did not expect the punch in the feels when they opened by highlighting the 300k they raised in support of a trans kid's troop.

Every once in a while I see things like https://www.grassrootseconomics.org/mooc and I have these spasms of "I want to get into this hardcore" and then I realize I probably need to go eat something and get a nap.

I want this cough to go away now.

TFW you realize you've mistaken the washing machine for somebody having sex.

And you're disappointed.

My fingers feel weird without the talons on them.

I've had to take my talons off to sleep, and that makes me sad.

Shit. Forgot my wand this morning.

... fires of transformation...

... wandered into the Dream Theater without even realizing it. Okay, bird, time to get your tail home.