Took my first steps to get GRS to get a proper cooch.

Nice to get a proper snow day for once.

I'm way behind on this, but Emotion B Side just slaps.

Apartment hunting in Boston again. Please pray for me.

Yes, the writer does try to equivocate the use of "fuck" with ICE murdering people. Absolutely missing the plot on this. Also, fuck ICE.

Almost feel bad for Herbert at this point.

Did the Chuck Taylor material get worse? I just bought a pair and the canvas cut the hell out of my heels.

Well, made it to 2026. Now what?

Goal 2 for 2026: Gay harder and Trans a skosh more.

What the heck is a Masterclass and why is Howard Schultz involved?

Adding yet another stuffed animal to my collection. Apparently the longer I'm on estrogen the more stuffed animals, tattoos, and piercings I get.

Added electrolysis to my 2026 goals as I really need to clear that forest.

Celebrated the trans holiday tradition of being told I'd ruin the holiday if I pushed back on getting deadnamed.

Can't be Christmas without getting repeatedly deadnamed by my brother.

Dang, I got free chocolate at the Greensboro Airport. This needs to become common practice at all airports.

Being trans is so fucking cool. Every trans person deserves to experience their transness in a fashion that brings them the most joy. Every person who tries to prevent that joy deserves the fate of their own making. At the least they should go kick rocks or something.

Seems more like a skill issue.

My dedication to developing a pitch-perfect Jimmy Stewart impression has not gone over well with the family. Perhaps repeating "Do you want the moon, Mary," after 3 a.m. each night is not helping my cause.

How to spend a snowy evening up north.

Stumbled my way into an existential funk. I'm banking on a few listens to Come on Feel the Illinoise will guide me through.

Finally got my tree done up. 'Tis the season.

One thing I do love about getting a fresh tree is the smell for the first couple of days. Waking up to the smell of Frasier fir helps me pretend I'm not living in an apartment in a city miles away from the woods.

Four years on HRT and can barely lift my Christmas tree. I'm such a weak girl.

This week I learned two 16 hour train trips in five days is too much train time.

Parade is over. Now it's time for some MST3K Turkey Day streaming!!!

Was that Eric Andre just hanging in the background?

Slowed down Dance with Somebody just does not work.

And now Busta Rhymes with the Ninja Turtles doing Break Ya Neck. I am very confused but always happy to see Busta getting work. Also Break Ya Neck is so good.

Jesus giant Labubu is terrifying. Gotta put a bell on that thing so it doesn't sneak up behind people.

Hearing techno 4 Non Blondes and Biggie Smalls during the Macy's Parade and I am really feeling my age.

I'm in a roomette on the train and it has a toilet in it and I have no idea how big of a faux pas it is to use it.

About to spend (at least) the next 16 hours on Amtrak trains or stations. It will be a very long day.

There's a scratch and sniff pine tree in this book that, somehow after 40 years, still smells like pine. The '80s had those good chemicals.

I changed my Thanksgiving plans to spend time with a younger sibling in lieu of the usual holiday with my dad's side. I'm looking forward to not chastising a specific family member who insists white people are persecuted by "PC" culture.

Listening to De La Soul while working and got dang is it absolutely smooth.

Adding to my tattoo collection. My main theme for tattoos is "Trans shit," and this Matrix reference fits.

I got my estrogen levels tested and damn I'm still at rookie numbers there. Need to figure out a way to pump those numbers up.

Damn. It's nice to have some political optimism again.

I'm happy that Dick Cheney could go back home. Hell was starting to miss him.

I'm at a very quiet office and one of maybe five people in costume. It is a bit awkward, but I think my Carmen Trans-diego costume looks good.

The ending of Ghostwatch is absolutely terrifying. It has both traditional terror and existential terror. God damn it's so good.

Boston does a pretty good job of providing accidental sapphic scenery.

I got my brows threaded and it's weird having some structure.

Listening to a bit of Billy Joel, and I wish someone would tell me dirty jokes until I smiled.

I saw a Tesla this morning with New Hampshire plates. The license plate number was "Wutang." My brain does not know how to handle these competing elements and seems to have shortcircuited as a result.

No Kings Boston was great right up until they let Seth Moulton speak. Fuck that guy.

Listening to some Replacements and for some reason Androgynous really hit me today.

It's been more than 40 years, but the effects in The Thing are still incredible. Just so gross and slimy.

Music really has been on a downward trend since "A Nightmare on My Street." DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince really capture the spirit of the Elm Street films with their meta narrative and lines like "so long, 'cuz."

Listening to Sea Change by Beck because I need the outlet and it is an absolutely gorgeous album.