at peak southsider toxicity (offering two suggestions for places to eat dinner but they’re both in south yarra)

Huh? So Short Hair's In Fashion Now?

speaking generally, I think the no. 1 thing you can do as a cis ally is help a trans woman get a job

like to think of myself as a sort of pronoun ombudsman……..

i am a normal woman. when will there be a pride month for me

flipping through the apps means spending a lot of time thinking things like, well, this guy doesn’t have much of a personality, but he is tall…

As I said, a goblin army.

stuffy lady on the sandringham line in an angora shawl and PRESSED JEANS gave me the once up and down + sneer combo… mother i can’t help but slay can i……..

looking at the cat i live with like angel…. a fat and grumpy angel……

so many women in my life really want me to acknowledge the presence of steely dan. each claims to be the only fan of such a desperately swagless band in this day and age……. and i won’t do it. no one can.

sometimes i’m liking a post for you… sometimes i’m liking a post for me

kicked out of the dykedoll club for using lipliner… kicked out of the doll’s doll club for find the sparkle heart emoji disingenuous

halted at footscray, the metro driver makes an announcement: ‘hiii, how’s it going everyone… i’ve been trying to leave for a few minutes, but the train keeps telling me things…’

at the transgender convention seeing 101 doll nations

i gave my sister's cat a coffee bean to play with and she's having the time of her little life…… someone needs to teach that girl how to read

the earworm to brainworm pipeline – also known as the aural canal

very fun to go to the deli and ask for just a fistful of ham, please

all of us are downwardly mobile, but some of us are looking at the posts

the thing about everyone subtweeting about the same drama (the source of which is unknown to me) is that i hate to be out of the loop but i also am sure to hate whatever it turns out to be. they call it the scroller’s dilemma…..

tonight we let the non-bino talk……

if anyone needs to know my age, i am in my mid-thirties until further notice.

the dharmic cycle is actually based on the experience of rehydrating/pissing

bringing a single little weed cigarette in a tupperware container to a girls night sleepover is like declaring that i am not a charlotte or a samantha but in fact a secret bree van der kamp

feelin california somber……

gender is the extent we go to in order to eat lunch

curious to see other sized lord fauntleroys

taking a class on ekphrasis. we have this kooky old spanish guy in our class who, when he saw the painting of netherlandish proverbs, exclaimed: ‘i like this painting a lot. it’s just like real life!’

the smaller my bag, the meaner i get

experiencing a sudden wave of nausea on the melbourne central escalators (ground to first floor, just on the northern side of little lonsdale) now has me contemplating my list of naarm’s most humiliating places to barf

organising an evil lunch for my evilest friends (talking about microaggressions and tax evasion in a vapiano at 11am)

i think the thing that everyone likes about piedimonte’s – why everyone travels far and wide to buy much the same things they buy everywhere else, for much the same prices as everywhere else – is the air of open & communal hostility, which feels, at least, honest.

all the emojis with glasses are great….. but the little monocle man can fuck right off

pejoritating myself in the mirror < pejoritition upon others who have wronged against me

Here I go again on my phone

[walking into my boss' office] heh heh heh... things are about to get real obsequious up in here………!

i actually think instagram should be mostly for weird little animations and party posters…….. i DONT wanna see faces, places, or things

do you ever see someone and instantly feel by their – i don’t know, their aura – that inside of them, 12 different prescription medications are fighting a war of supremacy for this person’s body and mind?

i miss confidence influencers…. we used to be a society

so i’ve been hearing a lot about this ‘money’ thing…….. anyone know where i can get some

woman in her 60s is reading out the tv guide to her father, who looks to be a hundred if he’s a day: ‘at 7.30 they’ve got a show about rolf harris… you know rolf harris. he’s disgraced now, dad.’

dexxies make me punctuate sentences like a man

i can’t believe there’s a saint who’s just a blogger……. makes me think: if i were dead and blogging, i could be canonised too

i think my inner child has whooping cough

i can’t hang out on friday. i’ll be healing my inner child.

i wanna crash out soooooo bad

AT TIMES INACTIVITY IS PREFERABLE TO MINDLESS FUNCTIONING

yesterday a friend told me she’d joined a transfem union (on discord, obviously). this struck me as extremely funny, because none of them have jobs.

its essential to every little set of shops that there be at least one that never has any customers in it, yet remains open, unfailingly, on what mysterious source of income year after year…….

marjane satrapi én lieke marsman binnen enkele dagen van elkaar doet mij eigenlijk iets te veel.