Super low quality pic of my new binder Wes gave me! It’s too small but still super gr9.
Realizing you can use the term gender-fluid accurately even though you don’t fit your original conception of gender-fluid.
Smoked my first bowl in a while. It’s nice. Had some vodka and coke, too, squirrel in the pantry be damned.
Still need to talk to my parents about being at school this semester. It doesn’t make sense. Literally none of the classes I want or need to take are being offered. None of them. I’d rather just work and chill out, y’know? Do treatment, then see how I do just with a job.
I’m excited for tomorrow. Susanna and I are going to hang out tomorrow in her home town and be super chill and drink pink sparkling wine in front of a fire and I’m so excited. And there will be Oliver, her little doge. So excite.
Currently Reading: Excluded by Julia Serano
I want to give transwomen and transfeminine individuals a collective hug. Transmisogyny can jump off a cliff, this shit is terrible.
Excuse me while I cry uneducated queer tears into my coffee.
I forgot to take Rickey off my snapchat at he posted one of those 24 hour snaps that everyone can see and I looked at it (WHYBETHWHY) and he’s like laying on his stomach on his bed with his shirt off and there’s no caption and I’m afraid he sent it to a girl and I’m totally skeeved out. RUN FAR AWAY, WHOEVER RECEIVED THAT SNAP.
I feel very blessed right now. Very calm and happy.
This video gave me SO MANY QUEER FEELS that I sobbed alone in my room.
The suburban/Tumblr line killed me.
Reeling a bit from the collision of mental health, queerdom, and survivorhood.
Thank goodness for Susanna.
We cleaned my room and its gorgeous and she’s gorgeous and my life is gorgeous.
Forever posting shit on the wrong damn blog.