yes i did just say 'there's nothing else on my desk so i'm satisfying myself with a cuneiform cone'. why. it is very intellectually satisfying. what did you think i meant

when you've been transitioning long enough you can still wear that super-warm jumper you got when you were much larger, it just becomes a 'yeah stole this from my ex-boyfriend, he was a shit but i loved the jumper' piece

me: when you grow up you're gonna be a girl past me: yeah no shit me: and you're going to have trouble sleeping past 8am past me: i don't understand

firing up an old game for an hour and still have my old saves and damn... i had a party of dolls (check the height stats)

fantasy nerd > catholic background forcing me to learn latin > classics > old germanic philology > medieval history > hagiography > textual editing, palaeography, manuscripts > selling rare books, manuscripts and antiquities

silvia girlusconi

hairy gay dude is shit metal guitarist: bear, mid riff

without downloading any new pics, what's it like dating you?

it's ultimately so ridiculous how people obsess over the causes of being gay or trans that from now on i'm just saying i was queered by my lifelong bachelor uncle sending me a 'best of wagner' cd for my birthday

i want to have a bar where i can go and drink fine wines and delicious cocktails and chat with other glamorous women. we get to sit around the bar and men have to sit in a roped-off area below. they can buy us drinks but even if they do we only talk to them if we want to

before i transitioned i rarely used messaging apps and now it's regular contact with my girlfriend and wife plus 1-3 of the other women i know popping up most days and then once every two months or so a guy will send me a meme and then not answer when i ask how he's getting on

the frost, the icy dawn, the darkness, the beauty, the bleakness, winter returns ❄️🤍

being trans means every 3-6 months you have to learn about some trans social media celebrity you've never heard of but who apparently has a huge following and is toxic or at least obnoxious

transitioning ruled for many reasons but among them was deleting my old email account with tons of shit I couldn't be arsed with unread

that's right bitch into the giant magic spacepussy thou art cast

there are few things i approach with greater trepidation than online forums for trans women and it is online forums for 'expats'

brb founding a support group for transsexuals who played magic the gathering when they were 12 but have no wish to do so in their 40s

hadn't known about Rebecca Heinemann but it is striking realising how many trans women were not merely finding refuge in games when i was in the 90s-early 2000s but also creating them

it's funny talking about professors with alpha-male syndrome because it ends up sounding like it's about animals 'don't spook him. be gentle and slow so he knows you're not challenging his dominance over the herd' 'don't let him smell that you've worked with X, they locked horns over a mate once'

if you're expressing surprise at my 'throw all my important papers in 3-7 piles on the floor' filing system, wait til you learn how many fricking suits and ties I still actually have in my closet

VITO: she's trans? GENCO : he's a femboy *spits* VITO : Why? Why does he extort trans women? GENCO : Because he knows them; he knows they have no one to protect them.

do i actually go through the shit of doing my final irs tax return (with the added hoops 'because fuck you, traitor') after renouncing US citizenship or do i bank on the whole place being on fire by april 15

thinking about my wife's cousin, a senior british civil servant, who when she told him i had transitioned kept demanding to see pictures of me and repeating 'but you can't tell with her! normally you can always tell!' and shaking his head

in 'Jeeves and the Tranny', Aunt Belinda tells Bertie he must find a way to end his cousin Tiddly Gosser-Sprocket's engagement to a transsexual woman. Bertie protests she is 'an all-round corking filly' but Jeeves advises a decade-long media onslaught about 'legitimate questions about single-sex sp

this made me think about the guy i caught taking photos of me on the train and when i confronted him i saw his phone was full of pics of random women in public (which i made him delete)...

the neighbour, a middle-aged widow, used to come round to ask me to open jars for her. after i went on hrt but before i came out my wife had to start pretending i wasn't in when she did that

happy international men's day I got you a jar to open for me

funny how in some of my books from 20 years ago i wrote my name in pencil, clearly thinking i might change it for... some reason

give your sick days cool fantasy rpg vibes by having a fake oil lamp and a hooded woofy dressing gown. tell anyone who knocks on the door that you have an uncanny tale to tell that might bring profit to the stout heart that would listen well. disguise your cough as a wizened cackle

happy international men's day to men who provide vital services like finding me attractive or behaving in an eggy manner so i can narrow my gaze and speculate about you

tired: girldinner wired: dal for a doll

having a post take off on bsky + being a hot milf on bsky 🤝 glowing 30+

one thing that makes me feel naked (pejorative) is going out without earrings. every two minutes i have an 'argh, where are they?' mini-panic

trans girl from st louis who grew up with gender missphouria

having a post take off on bsky + being a hot milf on bsky 🤝 glowing 30+

MPs who advocate sending trans women to embarrassing parts of the hospital to form Urology Party

i don't know why i find november sunshine so unheimlich. if it's sunny in summer i'm all right why is my ass not out in a bikini sipping a cocktail in this but in november, when the sun is getting rare, i feel argh just blot it out i want to skulk in the dark again when's it going down

imagining if i started doing slutty online history chat and the trend took off, and with the collapse of universities it became the only way of getting a higher education, and i ended up with a slutty professorship, spending my days doing slutty departmental admin and applying for slutty sabbatical

in another life I'd live a life of the sea. pipe clenched in my teeth, braving the storm, bringing my catch home, boozing in the taverns and bedding many women but knowing none could steal my heart from my one true love, the ocean. and pinching their dresses and crying myself to sleep wearing them

moby neovagina: 'call me shemale'

girl faggard is this anything

agp was the theory that fucked up generations of trans women but also gave us all something to endlessly joke about

having a new supplementary income prospect after you incidentally have a red light on in your bedroom and happen to be wearing lingerie for a purely wholesome call to your gf in which you end up discussing trinitarian theology and you laugh but she points out men would pay good money for just that

oestradiol is by far the best thing for my skin while good progesterone levels i think show up in my hair

forget that one of the relatively few people in the world with my surname is a guy in italy who released an actually pretty good album of back-to-the-80s pop-metal

we recently bought a robot hoover but it is having some teething troubles. worryingly it appears to be an extremely predatory lesbian, in that it will aggressively eat up any carpet without asking first. will have to have a little discussion about consent

transgender day of can't remember shit

cuddled up in my cute cozy lil bed with my cozy lil hot water bottle hacking my cute lil lungs out like a bellowing lumberjack

sat at the stall today with boss's son, a 20?yo austrian, ex-international school, speaks native-level english with a perfect american accent, been to US, China, Dubai, Australia, etc, but never Germany. 'wow what's it like up there? in my imagination it's just cold and windy and bleak all the time'

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