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I just got this cut done. Its shaved in the back really short and blue in the front. :)
Man, I LOVE this color. One downfall to having ultra dark brown hair. I have to bleach the hell out of it to dye it pretty much any color.
Today you get a bonus batch of 4 badges, collectively they are the Annual Check-ups Series.
Every year we are supposed to go to the various doctors for health checkups but these appointments can be a daunting and anxiety inducing. To earn each of these badges you must:
1)Make an appointment for the appropriate doctor.
2)Actually go to the appointment without rescheduling (unless you have a real conflict).
3)Follow-up on any recommendations from the doctor.
I'm only short a dentist appointment for the year. So, soon I can claim my merit badges! This is the first year in many (a literal dozen if you must know) that I went to a general doctor and got a full physical. I REALLY FEEL LIKE I DESERVE THAT BADGE!
Always be thankful for what you have.
So sweet. <3
Homophobia means: I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male. I am the boy kicked out of his home because I am gay. Reblog this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
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I really just want to stay home and crochet forever. No more school, plz. No more work either.
Ramble about mental health and insurance. Appealing, no?
I know that I need to find a new therapist, as the one I was seeing last year was pretty ineffective and I just don't "get" therapy where all I do is talk and talk... and talk. I found it helpful to have a weekly appointment. It DID help to know that in a week or less I'd have a nonjudgmental ear to listen. But longer term, I just don't feel it accomplishes much (for me).
(Well, at least to my face. I mean, who knows what goes on inside therapist's heads, amirite? It must be really hard to not judge people sometimes. Human nature, etc.)
I've been wanting to/needing to/thinking about finding a new therapist for some time. I have a lot of "issues" due to my history of abusive relationships, toxic parents, former "overuse of alcohol" among various other substances. PTSD, some might say and the slew of things that go along with that. I have never had any kind of formal diagnosis. Apparently some therapists just don't bother w/ that kind of thing? To me, putting a name to something is helpful. I don't feel I can help myself if I don't know what I am dealing with.
I guess my biggest thing is that I don't want to take pharmaceuticals unless I'm to the point where I NEED to. Then, I think that maybe I don't know where that point lies. Then, I think, well maybe I do need it and don't know. Then, I think, well who knows me better then me, no one, right? Then, I just don't want to go because talk therapy feels pointless and I don't WANT to take drugs, and what I really want wouldn't be covered by insurance and I can't afford to pay out of pocket, so I just feel like maybe I oughtn't even bother beginning because I'm going to get stuck in this therapy cycle that doesn't help long term anyhow.
That's kind of where I am now. Stuck in the cycle of telling myself that therapy is not going to work anyhow, so I may as well save myself the hassle of trying to go to therapy because it involves making appointments and going to appointments and trying to defend myself because doctors are evil. (Oh, yeah, I don't like doctors much at all. And, therapists feel like doctors. Except they know all your feelings and fuckedupness.)
I think writing this out might help me to at least call about finding a therapist. The only one I've seen, I found through school, so I don't even know how to go about finding one. I guess I'll call my insurance. BUT, at the same time, I need to find one that is "gender issues" friendly, because I'd like to be able to talk about that stuff as well. I suppose I could call my school counseling center and see if they know of any LGBTQ friendly therapists in the area. Or, start out at the counseling center again and then try to get referred somewhere when I transfer out this Spring.
Aw. Sad for this baby-femme. I hope she doesn't give up hope.
This kind of thing makes me think, "Oh, babies are nice, maybe I'll want to have another someday." Even though, logically, I know I do not want to.
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Lisa (a plumber in Chicago) with her newborn twins, Effram and Lucy.
I just might steal this entire look at some point.
Made my first 'slutty mantop' today. Then, I made another. So breezy and a lovely way to use the stash of old baggy t-shirts I couldn't really wear, but also couldn't bring myself to get rid of. :)
I've seen it around, but thought I'd post it anyhow.
I went to buy deodorant the other day. They didn't have the Jason Aloe deodorant that I've been using lately. Which seems to be one of the few natural deodorants I have tried that does a decent job at helping me smell less sweaty when I am indeed sweaty.
As I looked through the selections on offer, I decided to give this Herban Cowboy scent a sniff. It smelled pretty nice, so I bought it.
I've been wearing it for a few days now, and it is awesome. I worried a little at first about it smelling too manly and overpowering but, after a few day's use, I've found it to be pretty subtle. AND, it seems to work!
It made me wonder if the smells typically used in men's deodorants happen be more earthy and therefore actually mix well w/ sweat. A thought occurred to me that, perhaps it isn't so wise to think that flowery scents could cover up sweat smell at all. Too different of a smell.
Either way, I've now officially waxed philosophically about deodorant. So, I think that's a sign I should step away from the keyboard.
Summer's So-So Stylings
This Fall, through Winter, I began kind of just naturally falling deeper into a style that was very me and very comfortable. I'm mostly a jeans and button-down kinda person, when I feel up to getting dressed. Jeans and hoodies w/ a winter vest for my more lazy style.
During the Spring (and I always push it til I can no longer deal in the Fall/early Winter), I am definitely pair a t-shirt w/ a winter vest til it gets too warm to continue doing so.
I enjoy all of these styles immensely. BUT, summer has me at a little bit of a loss. On a day-to-day basis, I rock some cargo capris w/ either a tee or ribbed tank. But, I feel like I don't know what to do if I'm going to something where I want to look a wee bit less casual. I have a few 3/4 sleeve button-downs, but truthfully, it's just way too hot even for them sometimes. I've been suffering them, at times.
Any tips or ideas would be helpful.
I watched one video before this one that got me close to able to tie my tie. BUT, this one was the one that somehow made the most sense to me.
Enjoy! It has me wishing I had a stash of ties like his.
I learned to tie a bow tie today. I am pretty proud of how my first attempt at tying one went. :D
Not going to lie, I was too excited to receive them (I got two) in the mail to bother putting on a matching shirt. Truthfully, I think I need to buy a matching shirt.
Because it made me LOL.
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Just so it'll stop suggesting I create my first post!
