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Therapy continues to be hard and I frequently feel like crying at the moment. I do not, because that thing doesn't happen so much now. I wrote out a thing about it in a cafe while throwing matcha latte into my face and now don't want to share it with anyone because. I don't know, because I don't need to. The thing has been said.
This week so far:
Monday: Therapy (fffffffffffff), plotting stuff.
Tuesday: Crime Museum (exhibits from the Black Museum of the Metropolitan Police, shown for the first time) at the Museum of London. Accompanying bathroom anxiety so bad that it actually reached suicidal levels. Went for a walk along fleet street and the strand afterward, finally got to have a drink in the Seven Stars (pub built in 1601, the stairs really show it) but no sign of the cat. Dined in an Itsu, tea and coffee in the Fleet Street Press. Also found a shy pig.
Wednesday: Finished plotting/research stuff. Walked up to Highgate, checked out Corocoro, bought stuff, went into town, picked up Pocky for Emily, visited Minimoto (SO GOOD), got a bus to Hammersmith, discovered you can make people make you a coffee-less latte, including the pumpkin spice ones, by asking them to... dined from Wasabi and in haste [note: went to use public toilets with turnstiles where turnstiles were broken and a woman was taking money. Went to the ladies' turnstile as that's where she was and that's where I'd ended up in Foyles earlier; was led around to the gents, some very pointed Correct Gendering very good thanks]; saw the stage version of Tipping The Velvet - very funny. Pointedly socialist/feminist. Lots of silly devices and very music hall feel. Aerialist lesbianism, modern songs in music hall style, singing rubber pigs and a line-up of musical cocks playing God Save The Queen in blowjobs and handjobs? Hard to explain but worth it.
Thursday: I'm glad the schedule became a little less hectic because I am knackered. Went to Emily's and watched the video of the performance she was in and had also edited, learned a bit about ballet, was happily informed that I seem much more "together" and "one person" now I'm transitioning; walked from Wapping to Liverpool Street and came home.
Tomorrow: haircut, then either: drinks postponed from today, or dinner with Lin and Nine depending on who is doing what and when.
I didn't get up until midday today and I'm starting to understand why. I mean, I went to sleep around 1am so that's rather a lot of sleep but considering the pace of my days at the moment I possibly need it.
This week so far:
Monday: Therapy (fffffffffffff), plotting stuff.
Tuesday: Crime Museum (exhibits from the Black Museum of the Metropolitan Police, shown for the first time) at the Museum of London. Accompanying bathroom anxiety so bad that it actually reached suicidal levels. Went for a walk along fleet street and the strand afterward, finally got to have a drink in the Seven Stars (pub built in 1601, the stairs really show it) but no sign of the cat. Dined in an Itsu, tea and coffee in the Fleet Street Press. Also found a shy pig.
Wednesday: Finished plotting/research stuff. Walked up to Highgate, checked out Corocoro, bought stuff, went into town, picked up Pocky for Emily, visited Minimoto (SO GOOD), got a bus to Hammersmith, discovered you can make people make you a coffee-less latte, including the pumpkin spice ones, by asking them to... dined from Wasabi and in haste [note: went to use public toilets with turnstiles where turnstiles were broken and a woman was taking money. Went to the ladies' turnstile as that's where she was and that's where I'd ended up in Foyles earlier; was led around to the gents, some very pointed Correct Gendering very good thanks]; saw the stage version of Tipping The Velvet - very funny. Pointedly socialist/feminist. Lots of silly devices and very music hall feel. Aerialist lesbianism, modern songs in music hall style, singing rubber pigs and a line-up of musical cocks playing God Save The Queen in blowjobs and handjobs? Hard to explain but worth it.
Thursday: I'm glad the schedule became a little less hectic because I am knackered. Went to Emily's and watched the video of the performance she was in and had also edited, learned a bit about ballet, was happily informed that I seem much more "together" and "one person" now I'm transitioning; walked from Wapping to Liverpool Street and came home.
Tomorrow: haircut, then either: drinks postponed from today, or dinner with Lin and Nine depending on who is doing what and when.
I didn't get up until midday today and I'm starting to understand why. I mean, I went to sleep around 1am so that's rather a lot of sleep but considering the pace of my days at the moment I possibly need it.