I hope everyone had as good a weekend as I did, but I doubt it. In parts, rather dramatic. Lots of not thinking before doing. But all up, highly satisfying.

( Hell fucking yes )

Dysphoria is such a dumb feeling. It's so difficult to explain. It's like wearing a shirt that is just too small, your belly feeling big and your shoulders squished in the material. Feeling stuck and inflexible. What's so stupid about it is that I can be doing the exact same thing as any other day, looking the same, presenting the same, and it'll ( Read more... )

So J is in the city all this week, so it­’s just me and the dog at home. I quickl­y discovered that after the small thrill­ of “bachelor life! I’ll do what I want!­” wears off (probably because there’s ve­ry little difference between what I do ­when she’s home and when she’s not) bein­g at home isn’t as much fun without her.­ Even playing with the ( Read more... )

I've been writing more, and I feel like something like a public blog will keep me honest and make me continue. So I'm back, with a new journal. This one is for my transition ( Read more... )