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Late night rambling or maybe early morning nonsense
I've been either sipping on coffee or snoozing on my couch next to pauley all night. I've been posting on Facebook, the mighty, and pupspace (social media just for the puppy community). Not much feedback on any of them. But I still post because someone somewhere cares enough to see my post.
I posted a few cute pics on pupspace. At least I think I'm cute. But the leather community tends to be inhospitable towards trans people at the best of times. And no amount of facial hair is gonna make me pass as a guy. It's just a fact. But I'm not feminine either. Just having tits and an innie crotch goblin doesn't make someone a woman. I'm definitely genderqueer. And I'm happy with it.
Except for the top dysphoria. That is the nightmare I live with every single day. When I found the abscess on my areola I thought (for only a minute) maybe it'll make having my tits removed medically necessary.
Pauley just sat down with a bowl of disgusting horrible eeeeewy oatmeal. She reminded me im going out for dinner with my QPP. I really wish we were going out on Friday night instead cuz my favorite shop is only open Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And there's a bubble tea shop nextdoor. And some of our favorite restaurants are within walking distance. It's my favorite place to wander.
But we're going to One Eyed Betty's. It's a little bar that has amazing food. They have the only alcohol I will drink called licor 43. It's a citrus vanilla liquor. It tastes like custard. I mix it with sweet tea, no ice. I never drink to get drunk, just one drink.
I'm trying to find open mic poetry night events so I can read some of my work. I'm gonna see if any of our friends would be interested in going with us. I think maybe once per month might be nice.
I'm noticing something. Pauley gets upset with her computer and hits it and curses at it and then I kinda want to hide from her. I'm afraid she's gonna take her anger out on me. I just don't handle fiery emotions very well.
