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Still enjoying some of the emotional surplus from finding out my Unfortunate Interpersonal Estrangement is not half as dire as I'd thought. Hope is still at the months-to-years range, by which point Peg might well have already dragged me to NOLA, but... I'll take what I can get. Still fairly chipper.
And overcaffeinated. And ornery. I've been eerily productive, liable to finish up my workweek two whole days early. Wanna get back to work on Parallax. Also wanna find some Proud Boys to maul.
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Also been pondering the hell out of that Bonobos #EvolveTheDefinition commercial. I haven't seen such a sequence of "yes, you are me" images... well, ever in my life, really.
I'm still really thinking I'm not conventionally trans. These days I feel like I'm somewhere between "enby," "ffs yes I'm a guy but please don't make me do that performative masculinity bullshit because I will fucking CLAW you, child" and "dago Paul Lynde." O:) But still eager to rock a red plastic skirt and boots.
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Though to be perfectly honest, my _realistic_ gender self-image today is "basically Fred Melamed." :p
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(that should be "reading quietly.")
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@Balinares "Very" might be an exaggeration, but I am feeling a bit like a CCG player who FINALLY drew something they can put on the table. :D
The hand I hold feels more like "a strategically fascinating opportunity to say 'what the hell' and attempt an interesting long-shot" than "a secure and responsible path to a win," but... I mean... you know me, I'm honestly not so sure I care about the difference anymore. I'm really more interested in the looks on my opponent's faces. :D
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@Balinares (Or in retrospect, if I may be brutally frank... like a CCG player who had a "Sisters' Wrath" curse in front of them, draining all their energy, and only just managed to banish it, or at least turn it face-down. If that makes any sense.)
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Had a nice little thought last night. I'd been kind of rueing some of my missed opportunities for Sexy Postfurry Adventures, spinning the usual dumb J Alfred Prufrock kind of loser myth around myself.
But while watching the "Loners" in The Lobster sit readily quietly in the forest last night, it dawned on me: I got exactly what I wanted. I don't even know what to do with extrovert adventures. I'm getting intellectual adventures aplenty thanks to Peg, Noa, Kirt, Liv, and K. I'm quite sated!