In other news, art!

( not fanart, either )

On the bright side. At New Job I have become the person the women ask to lift or open things when there are no men to be had. Which is weird, because honestly I've never had much upper body strength, for all that I wish I did. Can't do a push-up for the life of me. But I can lift stuff that they claim they can't, and I can open bottles and ( Read more... )

I seem to be losing weight. Makes sense, I guess--I'm on my feet working for 12 hours a day and don't have time to eat much. I finally have the money to buy new (used-but-new-to-me) jeans and I was able to buy a size smaller than usual, and they actually look rather different on me ( Read more... )

Sometimes my vague gender-identity issue feels like this sneaky invisible thing that lurks under my skin. I don't dress or act all that masculine, and I don't mind that much when people call me a girl. I have a dress I want to wear on Sunday--except I feel like I ought to shave my legs to wear it, and then I'd have to wait months for the hair to ( Read more... )

It's warmish and breezy amd sunny out, and lots of girls walking outside are wearing swishy light sun-dresses and skirts and stuff. And I love how they look, they have such a happy, summery vibe to them, I love looking at them and kind of almost wish I could wear one too so I could be all light and breezy and summery too. I've got really wide ( Read more... )

Okay self. Here is the deal. You may cut your hair after you get a steady job. Got it? I will even let you go in someplace and say "make me look like a boy," so they won't do that thing they always do where they try to modify what you ask for to make it more "feminine." But only after you have a steady income. So get your stupid priorities in ( Read more... )

After months of remission, my gender-identity-whatever seems to have kicked back in.

( do I even want people to read this? Idk, but it's been spinning through my head all day and I want to post it. )

( Chris's ongoing gender drama )

It makes me so, so sad that I can't grow facial hair and thus can't have awesome beard braids. Cry forever.

I cut my hair last year to donate it, and cut it boy-short because I like being mistaken and then proceeded to more or less forget about it because getting haircuts is effort, man. But now after a year, it's getting long enough to tie back and... and ( Read more... )