mostly, this blog is used for supporting people in need, ranting about my interests and occasionally ranting into the void on bad days. i have other blogs, if you see them.. no you didnt.
so, what are my interests? what should you expect? good question. what i'm into sort of changes by the week but let me give you a non-exhaustive list with the most recent topics closer the top:
x-men
twenty øne piløts
the queer experience
the disabled experience
space
biology and speculative biology
minecraft
alien
australia (where i live)
art and art studies
books im obsessed with
cookie run kingdom
marvel (thunderbolts*, guardians of the galaxy, fantastic four: first steps)
my chemical romance
limp bizkit
detroit: become human
bees (ask me about bees please ask me about bees i fucking love bees)
(constant, recent)
of course, i also post palestine support where i can, but i can barely ever donate to the gofundmes because i have like $20 to my name at any given time and have to work and eat and get around. i do strongly encourage you all to donate if and where you can, but also keep yourself safe and well looked after.
interaction!
ASKS
please dont be afraid to come ask me stuff! send me pictures of the stars, talk about being trans, tell me about your favourite band or reccomend some songs or books or games. im down to make friends or just have a chat :3
> my only rule here is use an emoji to id yourself if you plan on asking multiple times or give me a name to call you!
DMS
dont cold dm me, please! i find it extremely awkward. send me an anonymous ask first or make sure we have something cool/in common to start talking about. just saves us both the awkward "...... how. are you?" conversation.
> NO nsfw interactions. i am very taken and do not want to see your boobs or your peebnis. thanks.
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generally, if you follow my dni, do what you like. i dont mind :3
thats it! be nice, be genuine, be kind to dogs. ill see you around :3
i stole all the blinkies and stamps from my friend sabrecine on artfight >:)
p.s. if you saw me on any community posts or if i liked your specific type of content (you know which) dm me and ill send you my profile so we can be moots <3 search: [boy-or-girl-or-something (🍽️)] [woofarfbarkwoof (👙)]
the most cliche question of all is playing in my head. "how do you know you're trans?"
so many things are contributing to that. im fem at work, im fem outwardly, i get my nails done, i do my hair and makeup every day, i get called my birthname at home and work, i get called my name outside, i want to have kids, i cant have kids, i want to love a boy like boys do. i hate being a woman but i want to please my mother. ive known for years. ive come out so many times. i just want her to be happy with her child and the way it turned out.
the biggest thing at the moment for me is understanding where i sit on the gwnder spectrum AND the expression spectrum.
i know i played with barbies and everything as a kid so there were "no signs" i was trans. but that doesnt make any sense. im a guy, right? so my body and mind were preparing for THAT not womanhood. if i was born a guy id be bullied or criticized for being gay or girly. that shouldve happened, not me being praised for it bc i looked the part.
i think im a guy, but i have no idea. ive spent a decade putting stickers and paint and tape on the tv that ive forgotten if it even glows anymore.
yall i love reading fics and i love supporting new writers. but im so sorry to those of you who dont space out your paragraphs bc your fics always sound amazing. but i cant read them. i cant see the words to read them 😭
huge moment for logan followers we might be getting a once-every-year event very soon. my cravings are through the roof this week. im so noy excited to see what comes in the next few weeks
i am a tapestry of people i love. unfortunately, when people dont love me, the wool that represents them is infested with bugs that slowly emerge and start eating the rest of me.
"i hope youre not just sitting in your room doing nothing!"
nope, im emailing my bosses to see if i can transfer to another sotre because im moving out
"well, if youre "figuring things out for next year" you can do it in the lounge room."
no, i cant, you will see me taking a two second break to remember how to spell a word and call me lazy.
"you wont just be sitting in your room when you move out."
no, i wont be judged by the people i live with and will be able to use common spaces.
"you should really move more."
every time i do, you want to come with me. leave me alone and ill do it at my own pace instead of you putting me in a position where im trying to catch up to you.
"if you ever want to start focusing on your health do x, y and z! its worked for me!"
ive tried. youve seen that. and i am working on my health. im working out all the time, im eating well, im keeping my steps up. you see the effort and your only comments are "youre finally doing what i wanted you to do!" or "youre not doing it my way so youre doing it wrong."
"i just care for you so much."
do you?? because it seems like you care more about your status as a good mother than whether im happy or not. being happy makes people want to do things and instinctually take care of themselves.
my coworker just finished her shift after being 30 minutes late, berating one of the lovliest customers we have (then thanking me for "dealing with her" and "doing that [job] for me". customer did not need to be "delt with" she needed basic human empathy), not communicating with me at ALL, fucking up one of the fixtures, not communicating with management and generally being a pain in my ass. and she had the gall to clock out early.