Madison Rye Progress | Skunks& @makyo@awoo.space

[So-and-so] sits down, whew. Who's public fucking today? She waits to see, looking in Maddy's direction.

Guess I've got a reputation c.c;

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https://blog.archive.org/2018/10/19/bread-and-puppet-theater-the-basic-bye-bye-show/ Dang, work's putting on a heck of a show coming up. Wish I could make it! Anyone else in the Bay this Saturday, this sounds like a cool thing. Political and satirical puppet show!

It's really hard not to feel like either a) a total fake transitioning for pity points, or b) less than a real person, an object, a bad idea, given the current trans news. Makes me question why cis folks stick around with me, even those I love and who profess to love me. Are we all broken?

Also, continuing to get closer to dog friend. It's good to be able to just spend some time flirting back and forth throughout the day. Turns out he'll be at MFF, which should be interesting. Always weird to meet in person for the first time.

I can tell because the sphere of what I can think about fur extended periods of time extends beyond arms length. I can worry about friends and plan for the future.

Been a few days off ups and downs, but a lot of the problems from latuda are clearing up. Thank God. Still get restless, and I'm still a bit labile, but vast improvements from before.

MY BOYS

Object lesson: Maddy will believe anything you tell her.

Art by fa:os - original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29097506/

Just like

Nestle in beside me and rub my belly.

Or like

Let me lay my head in your lap and pet my hair while we both talk about nothing in particular.

Daydreaming about cuddling while dilating. Just something cozy, feels like it'd be intimate without being sexual.

Good morning, fine day to be thinking about cuties.

Yeah, okay, I'mma go to MFF. Still sorting out a few details around room, but it's gonna be fun :3c

Today's irrational fear: all of my friends and all of my partners are conspiring to drop me all at once in some mass mass silent treatment and move on to greener, less busted pastures.

Thanks, brain.

Thrain.