My buddy Austin is being suppressed heavily by the algorithms across social media. This one’s simultaneously a hard hitter and a total bop! Watch it! Share it! Take a dance break from work - it’s really good for your health :)
Psst, psst… I did a lil music, a lil sing-song. Tis chill pop, quite gay, very much not in English.
The lyrics are about being young and goofing around and making mischief with your best friend, such as: stealing a couple of horses, overtaking some sheep on your bikes, and falling in (gay!)love. You know; boys being boys, type of stuff.
Translated lyrics:
On your face, blooms a beautiful little smile
Arms sneak around shoulders
Blue eyes twinkle, better no one sees
At a hideout I find myself hesitate
As you hug me against you
The sun’s shining in the sky, summer’s here
In fits of laughter, we fetch the bikes
Down towards the highway we race
Overtaking the sheep at great speed
Enjoy the birds’ beautiful songs
Link our fingers together
Let’s meet up the mountain slope
And hold hands
Let’s play around in the sun
Lead me by the hand down to the shore
We sit here, the two of us together
With pieces of moss in our shoes
I cannot deny this any longer
Love is all around
Together we make mischief
Make off with a couple of horses
I inhale deeply and bite my lip
Beneath blond locks
You close your eyes
As we rock forwards on our toes
And touch with our lips
Let’s kiss beneath the cliffs
And pet the horses
Grab the reins in a firm grip
Trot along the trails
We sit here, the two of us together
With pieces of moss in our shoes
I cannot deny this any longer
Love is all around
Let’s run away together, to the end of the world
What a journey!
At home, I cannot love you without hardship
Hidden strákapör*
(*this is a play on words that’s difficult to translate. ‘Strákapör’ actually means ‘mischief’, but it’s a combination of two words: ‘stráka’, which means ‘boys’ ’ (plural possessive); and ‘pör’, which can mean ‘couples’ (as in ‘people in a romantic relationship’). So basically boys’ couples, or couples made up of boys. Essentially: a couple of boyfriends)
We sit here, the two of us together
With pieces of moss in our shoes
I cannot deny this any longer
Love is all around
(The chorus then repeats several times)
(Fun fact: Icelandic is a very gendered language so throughout the original lyrics, the conjugation of the phrase ‘two of us’ makes it undoubtedly clear that these are two boys)
Going back on tumblr might have been a bad idea. It’s been three days and I’ve already stumbled upon new Sherlock content… oh, dear. We’re in for it now, aren’t we lads?
But, I’m back for this brief moment in time to announce that I’ve done it!
Yes, I know. It has taken me THREE years, but I’ve finally done it.
Done what? — you may be idly pondering or perhaps screaming at your screen. Well, let me inform you, fellow earthling (presumably):
I’ve finished embroidering my Magnus Archives hoodie!
Just look at it!
It’s really something, is it not?
Now, why did I do this in the first place?
Well, for some reason the print on mine was literally washing away in the laundry. I can’t remember precisely (it’s been THREE years), but after only 2, or maybe 3 washes, the image was barely legible. So I decided to embroider it while there were still lines to follow.
And I guess I can finally start wearing it now.
Except…
It’s been three years (THREE, I SAY!!!) and some things have changed. Notably me. Or more specifically; the container of my essence (or physical body, if you want to be strictly colloquial about it).
I ordered this hoodie in the size 3XL, wanting it to be perhaps a little roomy — a tad cozy, if you will.
Well, jokes on me, I guess! Because — PLOT TWIST — I lost a third of my body weight (this really is the post of threes) and now this otherwise brilliant hoodie is more of a robe or a short dress; it comes down to my thighs!
Seriously, I buy clothes in S/M nowadays.
And this is where the post would’ve ended if it weren’t for the — SECOND PLOT TWIST — because, inexplicably, in the past few months, oversized clothing has been coming back into fashion. Who would’ve thunk it?
I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery
[link to the Reddit post]
[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled "My girlfriend made me realize I'd be happier as a woman". it reads as follows:
I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.
Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said "you know I think you'd make a pretty girl" we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.
Cut to a few night's ago she asked why I've been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said "alright let's do this " and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with "Baby you know I'm bi, guy or girl you're still mine." Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.
Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn't. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear "well Jessie, you look beautiful." And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.
I'm nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let's just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.
Someone told me I looked like Martin Blackwood when I posted this photo (left) 2 years ago. Well, today I realized I was wearing a similar outfit, so I recreated the photo, and I don’t think I look like Martin anymore.
So, I gotta know whom I resemble, now that I’ve metamorphosed into an entirely different looking person.
You heard it here first! The teet have been yeet! I’m now 4 days post-op and really starting to long for lost luxuries, such as: stretching my arms above my head and sleeping on my side.
I’ll be getting the bandages removed in 2 days and I’m low key nervous about it. Like, do I even have nipples anymore? Idk. I literally didn’t discuss this with my surgeon. My social skills are so appalling that the surgery consult went like: “this is your surgery date” “cool, that works for me-thank you-goodbye!”
The silver lining is this: I have literally ZERO expectations, so I cannot possibly be let down by the results. I’m already happy with just no-bobbers, ya know!
And they’re delightfully asymmetrical. I honestly love it. This photo is 9 weeks post-op, and I’m currently at 15 weeks post-op. It’s a seriously life-changing surgery!
Okay… so I’ve been MIA for a while now. Well, the good news is that I’ve found a new hyperfixation. The bad news is that it’s audiobooks - like, in general.
I started listening while recovering from top surgery (all recovered now, very sexy, much confident, thanks for asking 🐶), and I haven’t stopped since. Yesterday was my 15 week post-op mark, and I’m averaging 10 hours a day.
LOOK AT THESE NUMBERS:
I listened to 300 HOURS of audiobooks in January alone!!!
I’ve listened to audiobooks for a MONTH AND A HALF of combined listening time!
AND I STARTED LISTENING ONLY THREE AND A HALF MONTHS AGO!
Needless to say, I haven’t had the time to scroll through tumblr (or watch tv or YouTube for that matter) because my brain has been hijacked by gay erotica.
Just look at my outfit pics; what do they all have in common?
Anyway, I’ve already listened to the entire audible plus catalogue of gay books, and I just recently broke my own heart by binging every single book written by Gregory Ashe (my new fave), so I’m dying for a new fix. I like stories about adults falling in love while solving a murder, and shit like that, and I’d prefer author recommendations because the average book only lasts me a day.
I realize I sound like a total addict, which is the perfect segue into mentioning that I’m officially a year sober! Now, help me feed my relatively healthier habit of cramming homoerotic romance novels into my ear holes during every waking hour of every day 🎧 💕
You heard it here first! The teet have been yeet! I’m now 4 days post-op and really starting to long for lost luxuries, such as: stretching my arms above my head and sleeping on my side.
I’ll be getting the bandages removed in 2 days and I’m low key nervous about it. Like, do I even have nipples anymore? Idk. I literally didn’t discuss this with my surgeon. My social skills are so appalling that the surgery consult went like: “this is your surgery date” “cool, that works for me-thank you-goodbye!”
The silver lining is this: I have literally ZERO expectations, so I cannot possibly be let down by the results. I’m already happy with just no-bobbers, ya know!
Just started working on this little project again.
I’ve gotten into audiobooks and embroidering this hoodie is the perfect task to hack at as I listen. The sad thing is that this hoodie is now way, way, WAY too big on me. I don’t think I’ll be wearing it out of the house once I’ve finished it. So I’m spending dozens of hours painstakingly embroidering an article of clothing I plan to wear as I lay about the house.
And as you already know, I’ve just recently bought myself a dressing gown to serve that exact function!
So, I’ve been busy these past few months; morphing myself into an off-brand Johnny Depp from Secret Window.
Entirely by accident, might I add. There just came a point where I looked in the mirror and got a nagging feeling that I reminded myself of someone.
In other news, during the process of my Secret-Window-fication, I’ve slimmed down a bit.
And by “a bit”, I mean “a quarter of my body weight”. Which is very cool and all, but did you know that to be eligible for top surgery one needs to be bellow 30 BMI… as of today, I’m at 30.5 BMI.
I’ve lost A QUARTER of my body weight and I’m STILL “obese”.
My surgery consultation is in a week but I’m not worried about the BMI issue. I’ve known for a long time that I’ve got an adamantium skeleton, so to speak, therefore I doubt the surgeon I’m seeing is going to ask about my weight because I don’t look like I’m that heavy.
I’ve been in a state of perpetual surprise, ever since I found out about it 2 years ago, that they actually use BMI as a measuring stick. What’s next? Directing me to the examination room situated 3 and a half horse-lengths down the hallway? Telling me the surgeon will see me in about 50 heartbeats? Sure, Jan, just hold on while I balance my humors — your use of arbitrary units of measurement is throwing them out of wack.
Anyway, this post started because I wanted to share how I kind of resemble this guy:
After mere two delicate washes, the design on my limited release TMA hoodie is later-days-ing away like crazy. So, naturally, I’m embroidering it, as you do.
This is an oddly high stakes way to finally learn how to embroider...
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