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What do you do when you want to spend the night listening to music, but one ear is seriously blocked up? Of course, you fix the problem with your body using improvised technology. It’s the way of my people. :)

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Yesterday’s selfie harvest from a trip out to the Saturday morning markets. Even a rare one of that weirdo who seems to follow me everywhere...

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More of my Lady’s great photo work. This set from Nov 2017. Gosh I look stern! :)

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The war continues. Almost out of the Lyme disease hole. Five out of six cooties destroyed: two more months on the strong antibiotics.

Time to do something about the selfie backlog. My new yukata is good for summer…

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Listening to "Open Day at the Hate Fest" by Curve. Thinking happy thoughts. :) (pardon the repost, had to scrape off some creeps)

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One from the summer portraiture backlog, wandering back home after breakfast with my Lady. Now accepting applications from paduan witches and/or programmers in need of a stern hand. :)

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Better Living through Longer Hair.

…and so our heroine returns, and begins to put the pieces back together after another weird adventure. This time it was spending time overseas in a small, specialist, German hospital enduring extended treatment for chronic Lyme disease. You know, the kind where they bake your body to “extreme hyperthermia” temperatures, for a six hour cycle, in a special infrared oven. I hit 41.8C (107.2F) in the first session, and 41.9C (107.4F) in the second, not that I’d remember, having been heavily sedated. The transformative crucible again, this time with more Fire: the Tarot has been telling me for a while that it was about time to fall upward into The Sun.

Success? Time will tell. Another tough endurance trial in a strange land. I just can’t get enough.

In other news, my shift over the course of being very ill for a number of years from Ethinyl Estradiol to Estradiol Valerate has meant my endocrine system has been a rollercoaster, but it has also meant that my endocrine system is finally starting to settle, and the new state means my hair seems much happier when grown out. It’s very fine, and has had a historical tendency to be lank when longer. Not no more, though, bless.

It turns out that having longer hair means that one can have more than one possible hair style! Quelle Amazement!! Almost long enough to tie back now! I think I’m going to keep growing it and shoot for that decadent, Anne Rice-style brocade-waistcoat-wearing vampire look. My Lady is, naturally, very supportive of this idea. Pictures to follow presently. :)

Growing my hair longer has also given me yet more disappointing insight into the humans and the general level of analysis that they put into gender typing of the individuals that they see. I suspect that I’m not alone in having a radical tendency to overthink their relations to gender. It seems that it is usually as simple as “long hair == girl, short hair == boy” for them. My hair grows past a certain length, and suddenly the gender static drops noticeably. Can it really be that simple for most of them? What would it even be like to have it be that simple? It’s like they’ve had something stolen from them, somehow. Sigh.

More presently, but for now,

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PS: Check out my awesome, veiny, piano hand. :)

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The Maiden 2018-02-18. (Mitsubishi Uni-Star F Pencil, Copic Mutiliner SP 0.25mm.)

Let’s see what happens if I start giving Tumblr bits of my art. This one is interesting as there was such a long gap between the pencil sketch and the ink: the pencil was 3 years pre, the ink is 17 years post. :)