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.

Well, crap. Guess I need to keep rooting against the Yankees.

Kicking off my annual 31 days of horror marathon with Nightmare on Elm Street.

I'm celebrating rabbit rabbit day and the start of spooky season the right way: A spirited viewing of Night of the Lepus.

Meg White deserves better.

Every now and then I think about Julie Delpy's cameo in But I'm a Cheerleader.

If getting raptured means someone driving by your house blasting Rapture by Blondie, then yes today is the day I was raptured.

A bunny just hopped up to me after the Marina show and it was soooooo cute!!!!!!

At the Marina show and damn the line is impressive.

Is it absolutely dorky to wear my Ghostwatch shirt at a Ghostwatch screening? It feels like wearing the band's shirt at a concert, but the shirt is a prop on the film.

About 10 years ago I was on a train to catch a Patriots game in Foxborough listening to music on my headphones to pass the time. In the row ahead of me a 20-something guy was trying his damnedest to hit on a woman of a similar age range. He was quite loud and hard to miss.

Today marks year four on HRT. It is by far the best decision I've made, in spite of everything happening around us. Being trans is such a beautiful experience, and I'm hoping to have many more years to live it.

Just read Girlmode to get out of the news funk and it's so freaking good.

Drake Maye doing the Lord's work to keep the Pats somewhat entertaining.

I love an unexpected dog appearance. Like, waiting at a train station and seeing a dog really adds a little something to the experience.

Up in Portland Maine and I found something @optimstie.bsky.social would enjoy.

I fucking love train rides. Heading up to Maine now and it's so calming.

Getting a lot of ma'ams in Vegas. It feels validating as I'm at least passing enough to get that, but also a reminder that I am, indeed, old.

I hate early morning flights so, so much

One of my favorite bits of transitioning is putting on a tight shirt and having it stick to my chest. Makes my tits look enormous.

Went to bed at halftime of the Bills game to recover from my COVID shot and what sorcery did Josh Allen conjure in the second half????

Got my COVID and flu shots today!!! Looking forward to feeling like absolute shite tomorrow.

I got Invisalign put in yesterday to fix my janky teeth. It feels all sorts of wonky, but I do love the little munchie.

Had a guy follow me into a store and try to hit on me a couple of weeks ago. He proceeded to run off because he either clocked me as trans or wasn't happy that I corrected him on one of my tattoos.

It would be phenomenal if we didn't allow right turns during pedestrian crossings in Boston. Instead it's up to the people walking to ensure they aren't struck by the one-ton death machines.

Wearing thigh high socks to cover the field of bruises I earned trying to pole dance.

Just to focus on one of these terms, what should a politician say to reference LGBTQIA+ folks? Third Way doesn't offer alternatives in their memo, so I'm guessing the real motivation is to just ignore the needs of these folks.

I just got back from a pole dancing class. It is very fun, very difficult, and I really feel 40 after that.

There are few things I love more in life than the Season of the Witch guitar lick.

At the stage of transition where clothes are getting a bit stuck on my hips when I pull them up. Still not quite as notable as my chest, but the real message is progesterone slaps.

I keep imagining someone is watching me from my closet as I try to sleep.

Celebrating turning 40 by getting braces to fix my poorly aligned teeth.