Gruesome Dreams 🏳️‍⚧️

Got my data stolen from Columbia nearly 20 years after they rejected me from film school. They really know how to twist that knife.

A little early Halloween prep with my token Madeline costume. I wish my hair was this red and wavy.

Had to search through like six streaming services to find the non-dubbed version of Battle Royale.

Green Spot is good shit.

Knocked out my first forest clearing. Hurt like all heck.

Carved my first pumpkin in decades!!!! I went with Miffy with help from my sister.

Worked for a week in a warehouse as a teen. Helped a guy win $500 betting against Tim Wakefield and watched a coworker juggle three girlfriends on his pager.

Someone on my train kept asking passengers to go to church and skipped right past me twice. I am beyond saving.

The full answer is complex and heartfelt. The abridged answer is tits are awesome.

I'm oscillating between revolting and eat the whole bag.

Reading some short stories by Chekhov. Noticing a lot of references to plump women and debt. Also sadness.

Round two of recommendation letters complete. Really need a decent electrolysis.

Picked up my needle refill and it came in a prescription bottle for some reason. I am very confused.

Fucking hell I just heard the wild turkeys gobbling outside my window, as if they're waiting for me.

Woke up this morning to a drawing of Donald James Parker by my sister taped to the coffee.

My favorite green line phenomenon comes when people board the train and do not move. Even to less crowded spaces, they pick their spot and just stay there until forced not to.

Dreamt young Bradley Whitford fired me and now I'm afraid to rewatch Billy Madison.

Threw on some nail polish before taking my contacts out. I do not think fourth dimensionally.

Threw on a dress I haven't worn in a spell and I am getting some terrific cleavage out of it.

Getting some gnarly transphobia at work these days related to bathroom usage.

Apparently hitting the mid-50s does not meet the threshold for "jacket" weather for some wild folks.

And all of a sudden we've hit jacket season in Boston.

Before 11 a.m. on a Saturday I got my COVID and flu shots done and got my surgery letter consult done. I will proceed to do as little as possible over the next day and a half.

Think I gained an inch in my hips since switching to injections.

Introducing my younger sibling to Clue.

My younger sibling made me a spice cake to celebrate that vaginoplasty!!!

Very excited to spend part of my Labor Day weekend recovering from my COVID shot.

Told part of my family about getting a vaginoplasty and my brother responded with a thumbs up emoji. Not really sure what to do with that.

Nice to wake up to a Market win. And I'm really hoping Moulton just leaves politics. My throat is getting sore booing his ass.

Apartment smells like chili and I am having a hard time not falling asleep.

Having one of those days where I'm sad about a past I didn't get to have.

Got a "man in the bathroom" comment at work a couple weeks back and I've been trying to get in and out as quickly as possible ever since.

Got my brows tied up again. I feel civilized.

Discovered the key trick to reading more is bringing a book on the 90-minute trolley ride to and from work. Really makes the trip go faster too.

The number of reporters who don't understand how journalism works astounds me. He can also eat shit and live for the casual transphobia in the column.

Navigating dating app life and I'm never sure what to do with women who are phenomenally thirsty. Like, Sahara levels of thirst.

Moving forward with the vaginoplasty and I am not looking forward to the impending electrolysis. Oof.

Stayed out late and I'm really feeling my age this morning. Stupid consequences to my actions.

Hearing Abba play at Franz Ferdinand is bizarre and amazing.

Returning to my teenage days by seeing Franz Ferdinand. Alas I don't have my high boots.

Put up a trans flag in my room so I can do a "these colors don't run" joke whenever I want.

Have my first vaginoplasty consult today!!! Feel like I need to go all out to prove I'm trans enough for it though.

Shoes and socks are soaked so I get to spend most of the day barefoot in the office.