As a former Alabama resident(It was a free house, and I am not a wise woman), that “could be” isn’t needed. Same way it’s not “they could be on meth”, they’re from Alabama, they’re on meth.

With the emptiness, self reflection and accepting that I had a hole to fill with positivity. I had lived so long with negative and repressive thoughts that it left a void. Reminding myself how happy I now felt, a place for the euphoria all these new experiences were bringing, positive thoughts towards myself and towards my new community. Even if you’re struggling with it being a new experience, putting your thoughts, your words into helping other fledglings can be a very big, positive step for a lot of people, including yourself.

It can help solidify your own experiences in your mind, reinforce their feelings and your own, and act as a frequent reminder to yourself as to who you really are, especially on shaky/dysphoric/low days.

And trust me, a lot of us were scared we were doing the wrong thing. That it wasn’t a good choice, that we just didn’t know what we really wanted. There’s a bit of advice that gets thrown around often in the trans community, that if you’re spending this much time thinking about it, if you’re putting in this much effort, you’re most likely on the right track about yourself, and all that negativity is the self-doubt you’ve lived with for so long.

Find things that help you feel more you. It’s different for everyone, in their own ways. A big thing for me is shaving my legs and then throwing on a pair of comfy leggings. I can’t explain why, but the whole ritual and the feeling of smoothness and softness immediately reminds me that I made the right choice because I feel so feminine, and it feels like ME.

Finding those things that help bring out the euphoria, and beyond that the sense of self, are reinforcing. They help us find who we really are, this person who has spent our lives living below the surface, and create anchor points for us to look at and be reminded. It’s also a form of self-love and care, something that I think a lot of us need. Loving yourself is accepting yourself.

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When I came out to my ex-wife, the first person I really opened up to in my life about things, I experienced something similar. It was like the real me finally got to breathe, and all the stress, the fight, went away. I didn’t feel the need to keep trying, because there was no effort needed anymore. It felt almost apathetic, in a way.

What I came to realize was, for me, that was my skin finally fitting. It wasn’t that I didn’t care so much as I was finally comfortable, and that comfort had been absent for so long, I didn’t recognize it for the first few months. I was so used to the eternal internal struggle that I felt almost empty without it.

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Up until Caligula took charge and did what needed to be done.

If Neptune keeps taking your ships, declare war on the sea. This is the only way to maintain dominance.

It’ll be the best pasta you ever had.

Until the second time around. The taste of blood ruins it a bit.

And patterns! You can find seasonal, trademarked characters, whatever you’re looking for! All just comes down to brands. It’s wild how many variations you can find.

Why I wear scrub pants 90% of the time. Deep pockets, easy to clean, still look pretty good, cheap as fuck at most overstock stores.

The only downside is the required listening.

Also great as just a pick-me-up!

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Vulture has continued to improve and open up more. She’s discovered the fun of beating up my shoes, and is now comfortable enough to roll on her back and show her stomach. Still haven’t tried directly touching her stomach out of respect, but she will allow me to stretch my arm over it to scratch at her chest, which she absolutely melts in to. Her motor control and overall movement has been making major leaps. Still not 100%, but an insane improvement I was scared she’d never reach.

War, one of my other cats, has started to really discover the joy of riding around on shoulders. He’d already done it a little bit, but it was for very brief amounts of time. Lately he’s been more willing to just hop up and ride around, much to the jealousy of his sister, who has been all about that shoulder life since she was able to climb.

Still need to work with him on those jumps, though. Calli has it absolutely down, she’s learned how to gauge her hops to not need to climb up. War’s still kinda bad to come up a little short and need assistance. Also trying to encourage him to “ask” to be picked up so it’s easier on us both. He already knows how to gently paw at someone if he wants attention or a treat, now it’s making the connection to wanting up.

And it’s such an exhausting cycle. Trudging through the constant deluge of hate and fear, finding some little glimmer of good news, and then back into the fire.

I don’t really know what skills I’m going to need to learn yet, but I have a deer spine and coyote skull I want to figure out how to put together to make an art piece. I’ve been getting super inspired by the boom in the Oddities market, and I’ve seen a few people who’ve made bone staves. Just seems like a fun project, something I’ve never really tried before.

This is what we should all be aiming for. The Mr. Burns effect, where there’s so many different ailments present at once that nothing can actually do anything.

Go inject with dirty needles, drink stagnant water, lick the hands of every child you encounter. Only by filling yourself to the brim with germs can you achieve immortality.

Yeah, I think the closest we got was Fossil Fighters back on the DS.

You’re not misplacing the funds with LEGO, you’re preparing to become a Master Model Builder. Bringing your own stock will help you look better.

Just hope you can build a ball that can survive the drop test.

No. Robotnik.

Misfit Christmas party.

One of my partners hosts an event each year for our friends who don’t have anywhere else to go for whatever reason. Started out as a small thing for a couple of her friends who were no longer welcomed at family events after coming out(hence the “misfit” as a tongue in cheek gag), and has ended up growing from there. It’s become a celebration of our found family.

Man, like Lugia would do shit? Bitch ass not-bird would just be down in the ocean ignoring our shit.