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I have been in a tea shop for an hour+ and the shop owner has never once gendered her child despite having referred to them like several times even ten minutes this is amazing.

Currently the only way for me to get HRT covered by insurance is to switch my PCP to someone 1) whose clinic is 45 minute from me and 2) reminds me very much of the doctor I noped the hell away from for reasons including large amounts of body shaming and making very inappropriate comments about my body while doing examinations.

Casting net wider and reaching out to more people now, but honestly I just want to go cry in a corner forever right now.

Adding to list of things I need to talk to my therapist about: why am I making myself read the comments of an article about that startup that is using blockchains as a substitute for consent?

The Saturn V LEGO set is back in stock in case anyone has been eyeing it. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071G3QMS2

I got home from exhausting work trip and what do I find?

The weekly work memo that used to be plain text but then became a Publisher file attached to e-mail got worse.

It's now a kanban board.

It's a read-only kanban board where each column is a section of the memo (e.g., this week's events) and what used to be a bullet point (e.g., Tues 4PM all hands) is now a card, and because the columns are tiny a one/two line thing is now a wall of text.

I can no longer even.

Honestly this has been the most emotionally exhausting weekend I've had since pretty much forever.

I feel extremely vulnerable and terrible but also actually hopeful for the first time in a long time.

Also I may have said that I'm happy last night. At least for a moment. I don't remember saying that in over a year maybe more before last night.

Part of me wants to do more Fun Things now that I am done with work. But I think I'm just going to take a bath and sleep.

Like there's still that weird "omg a public women's bathroom is the most sacred of spaces only Real Women (tm) and maybe their castrated servants may enter and you have gone through neither ritual so if you go in the gods will smite you" thing going on in my head.

Except you know it's a fucking gross public bathroom and it's way the hell more forsaken than sacred.

Ended up using the girls room after everyone else has left the conference or ran to the last session. Victory!

Afterwards though I just used the men's rooms at malls / tourist attractions because hiking up a dress and a skirt to pee at a urinal is so much easier than waiting six hours for the women's room.

Why is peeing so complicated.

I am standing in front of a locked gender neutral bathroom debating whether to go to the boys room or girls room.

Girls Outside My Window: gets drunk on vodka and loudly flail at passing cyclists.

Me: gets drunk on 10 years aged white tea and makes up a new harmony line to Wayfaring Stranger but does it softly so I won't bother anyone.

Apparently it's kigurumi bar crawl night here on Folsom St?

foxgirl in the streets
catgirl in the sheets

I just took a Lyft ride across the bay where a kid from Oakland who is currently "trying to show he can get into the tech industry" taught the driver how to invest in Bitcoin.

Welcome to San Francisco I guess.

Finally got to hotel, 2 hours later than expected.

I think I may have managed to find the hotel in the extra queer part of town just out of instinct.

Oh yeah I have a stupid amount of ranks in City Girl I just forget I have them because Seattle is a city sure but it's not really a CITY.

I just installed Rails on this computer.

My three protective layers of furry trans girl web developer glamour is complete. I am ready for San Francisco.

https://awoo.space/media/fpbD3KzUBsLZoR1aOEY

Okay packing for a trip where I'm in girlmode, actually care about my appearance, and is expected to be professional half the time is hard.

The thing though is regardless of what happens I can just toss on a hoodie dress (which I'm using as a coat) and be completely fine because of fashion witch powers.

Last minute packing for San Francisco trip ahhhh~~!~!~!!!~!!!~!!~!!~!~~~~!

I managed to not write "I see where y'all are coming from and I'm not a professional child psychologist but honestly from what you're telling me if we continue to be in denial about the underlying problems here this child will burn themself out permanently before they turn 18" in a work e-mail and phrased it in a slightly more productive and less deterministic tone.

This is a regular Thursday night.

And I wonder why the fuck I'm emotionally exhausted all the time.