Been exploring an archive containing an array of BDSM magazines from the 80s/90s. I have seen such sights.

Spinning the big wheel they make you spin when you get enough time off work to start thinking and kicking my heels morosely when it, again, lands on depressive crisis of identity.

The trouble is that nearly everyone who is interested in ancient history is a fucking moron

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Imagining the girl who lost a leather jacket at the Transexual/Transvestite conference Disco-Dance in 1974.

Reading a conference report from 1974 and getting emotional.

is there a way to smoke with dagoth ur

It has been too long since I picked someone up. Nowadays it's all sofas and washing machines and wardrobes - the noble tradition of woman-lifting falls, like a dropped woman, by the wayside.

Do I know anyone else who's read Rocannon's World/Planet of Exile/City of Illusions. I need to talk to someone about The Shing.

Not sure whether to be pleased or Disordered about being substantially heavier than the Profoundly Massive naval captain in my gay naval books. Two and a half hundredweight of woman.

Dying of heat exhaustion in my horse trailer on the motorway because I keep trying to kick all of my problems to death but most of my problems are conceptual and I can't hit them.

We need a mass proletarian uprising to establish a People's Wetherspoons. When our time comes we will make no excuses for the 2.89 fry up breakfast deal.

Hearing on my headset here that antidepressants might actually work? Big if true.

I wish there were more hobby spaces. I wish there were good pubs catering to my community. I wish there were 24 hour cinemas. I wish ground rent was cheaper. I wish ground rent was cheaper. I wish ground rent was cheaper. I wish ground rent was cheaper.

Realising belatedly that this having been the year in which I was meant to calm down I now need to Do Something next year.

Finally get antidepressants and I can't get myself to start taking them because I keep having such nice days. I've got friends teaching me card-games, I'm getting neck massages, I've got a new pet millipede called Pyg - dastardly fate!

we have about a week left to raise money for Nina and her community to be able to celebrate Christmas together. Since we started raising money for Christmas specifically, we've raised about 400 USD which is a bit over half the goal of 700. if you can help get them there, it would mean the world ❤️❤️❤️

I think I should get a bike.

The Sharmat reifies into tangible form #morrowind i have an explanation for what any of this means on my tumblr

Shit Snorkmaiden I didn't know you were cool like that

Staring fixedly forwards, teeth gritted, praying for the FUCKING CAKE LAYERS TO COOL FASTER, in a god-fearing, wifely manner.

Brownies and home-brewed cider.

Checking up on a book recommendation made to me years ago by the teacher I imprinted on at school and finding, to some surprise, that it's gay erotica set during the Civil War described by one review as "dark, deep, sensuous as wine over swollen lips" and as "ravaging, pungent, thirsting".

After the lifetime of strange and often traumatic sexual perversities I've experienced/endured I regret to conclude that I've arrived at the predilections you'd expect of a 19th century faggy commissioned officer/slightly unbalanced governess. This is difficult to square with my lifestyle.

Would you give a minor facial injury girl just one shot?

Morning after a house party lining up the transexuals like mutinous sailors before the mast. 25 lashes for drunkenness, 30 for lasciviousness, 40 for conduct unbecoming a community organiser, pipers playing the Rogue's March as someone gets strung up for hair-pulling without prior discussion.

Spent my day fixing my sewing machine and making delicious custard pastries from scratch, [grimacing] who want me?

I am covered in scrapes and bruises. From catching a tabletop with my thigh, a divan on my neck, fabric staples and worn brickwork on my knuckles and forefingers. A pair on the front of my thighs from holding sofas, the indent of a fire door on my shoulder. I look like I've been at a house party.

If you read a novel and it makes you sad and dissolutely confused you can just read another novel and make it make you anew. Earlier I was mourning the emptiness of life. Now I'm thinking about how cool it would be to have one of those Napoleonic greatcoats and fight a guy with a boarding axe.

Didn't get the promotion, killing myself with stress cancelled

Nah nah I'm not busy, I've just been sitting here imagining different handguns in exquisite detail for a couple hours, what do you need icon

The unique torment of my job, being condescended to and ordered around by an older French woman, is made all the worse by the knowledge that many of you would bark and howl for the chance.

Day in the life of an ARFID princess having to refuse a growing crowd of beautiful women trying to cook for me.

Club night after deadlift day and your girl feels like a sack of self-satisfied potatoes.

Just had a guy stop me on the stairs at a bar to tell me my hair looks like Maero's from Saints Row 2. Big day for me.

"If I'm gonna be getting all emo with it I should probably lose some weight", "my new handwarmers have become ragged so quickly this time because I'm a fundamentally hollow person", "maybe I should move back to England" and other thoughts brought to you by A Positive Mental State.

Haven't felt this ambiently neurotic about being around other people since I was 19. This bodes well, I reckon.

Constant, ceaseless dread and worry for Morningstar.

Is there a place in these latter ages of unfortunate man, for a stout and a labouring transsexual?

The Lion is becoming increasingly concerned about the insufficiency of mere comfort in repairing the soul. The Lion is feeling pretty sclampy tbqh.

[Mentally well-ly] maybe I should shave my head.

Staring fixedly at a point two inches behind my monitor, unable to focus my eyes and learning an immense amount about Ultima VII: Serpent Isle with one precious evening of my irreplaceable life. All feels like eating a sandwich still wrapped in clingfilm.

What did she mean by this