the truth hurts worse than anything i could bring myself to do to you.
1. HCT TODAY. I am so excited. You have no idea.
2. That new raspberry mocha frappumaccino thing from Starbucks is pretty yummy.
3. I went to Value Village last night and found: a The Organ t-shirt (!!!), a Pumpjack Pub t-shirt (!!!!), and one of those little corset/bustier purse thingies (for taking my wallet/keys/phone to parties, 'cause my wee army bag is just not on). Also a blank shirt. All for sixteen dollars. HEARTS.
4. This week's trans revelation: when I wear "girl clothes," I'm not "being a girl," I'm just wearing girl clothes. Like if a cis girl wears "boy clothes," she's not necessarily "being a boy." I don't know what I am doing, in terms of gender expression or politics, but at least I know what I'm not (gender expression and politics are boring anyway). Which is usually the way things work with me, right? Right.
5. Which is to say: this morning I remembered a really awesome retro-y black wrap dress with tiny primary coloured flowers on it that I had in high school. I used to wear it over jeans (shut up, it wasn't an annoying hipster thing back then) and for vocal jazz performances. So, I miss that dress. It was, as stated, really awesome.
6. FOB! TONIGHT OMG! The Hemmy shirt will be mine! I'm debating how much money I should take with me. Probably not so much that I can buy a hoodie and a t-shirt and the CDs I want, but enough for wiggle room, in case there are unknown wonders (shoelaces! Toothbrushes! Etc.). That reminds me, I need to change my desktop back to YSS (it's currently a slightly embarrassingly official IOH wallpaper--I've found I prefer my slavish fandom to be a little more subtle).
That is all.
Bye.
2. That new raspberry mocha frappumaccino thing from Starbucks is pretty yummy.
3. I went to Value Village last night and found: a The Organ t-shirt (!!!), a Pumpjack Pub t-shirt (!!!!), and one of those little corset/bustier purse thingies (for taking my wallet/keys/phone to parties, 'cause my wee army bag is just not on). Also a blank shirt. All for sixteen dollars. HEARTS.
4. This week's trans revelation: when I wear "girl clothes," I'm not "being a girl," I'm just wearing girl clothes. Like if a cis girl wears "boy clothes," she's not necessarily "being a boy." I don't know what I am doing, in terms of gender expression or politics, but at least I know what I'm not (gender expression and politics are boring anyway). Which is usually the way things work with me, right? Right.
5. Which is to say: this morning I remembered a really awesome retro-y black wrap dress with tiny primary coloured flowers on it that I had in high school. I used to wear it over jeans (shut up, it wasn't an annoying hipster thing back then) and for vocal jazz performances. So, I miss that dress. It was, as stated, really awesome.
6. FOB! TONIGHT OMG! The Hemmy shirt will be mine! I'm debating how much money I should take with me. Probably not so much that I can buy a hoodie and a t-shirt and the CDs I want, but enough for wiggle room, in case there are unknown wonders (shoelaces! Toothbrushes! Etc.). That reminds me, I need to change my desktop back to YSS (it's currently a slightly embarrassingly official IOH wallpaper--I've found I prefer my slavish fandom to be a little more subtle).
That is all.
Bye.