Vaguely bothered by the fact that after a conversation with my partner yesterday about trans bottom surgeries that I’m getting ads for a surgery center today. Also, trans surgery center in Texas seems like a crazy idea. But, I guess I’m glad it exists, even if the ads for it are skeeving me out.

What’s their feeling on tall girls?

Walking by the police dog in the Amtrak station today, just as I passed, the cop said “Good girl”. Took me longer than it should have to realize he was looking at his dog and not me. (She’s a golden retriever and definitely looked excited to give us the sniffs!)

They escaped PHOTO BY @torriblewolf.bsky.social 💙

Furrydelphia’s UpRoar was amazing last night. Met so many fantastic critters and danced my tail off. @furrydelphia.org

So my partner has kept me in the closet to her coworkers - still using my former name and pronouns when talking about me to them. I asked when she’d finally say something, and her response was “They can’t deal with even basic gay, I really don’t want to have to teach them advanced gay.” Valid.

Also, while I do love the idea that my facial look is maintained by an incredibly large fiber laser, I do hope at some point somebody figures out how to not make it feel like you’re being continually slapped for 20 minutes.

A conversation I feel that I all to often have, given my height. Pro Tip: not every tall woman is your ideal “dommy mommy”. Art by @sunriseuwu.bsky.social, also must give credit to @freezebadger.bsky.social for coming up with this even funnier version of the line than my original idea.

She’s keeping the hotel room blinds open… Latest commission by @sunriseuwu.bsky.social - she did such a beautiful job!

Missing FurTheMore. It was incredible to just exist as a wolfess in real life. Also maybe the first time I’ve gone a full weekend without one misgendering?

Me, feeling terrible: Oh wow, what a bad night for my anxiety. I’m super stressed out about work stuff. My partner: I think you’re getting sick. Me: no, no, just anxiety. Me: *up all night with food poisoning* This is why I’m not a doctor. That, and the old pesky licensing board.

So I’m working on a new story, for the first time since 2017. I had kind of lost the whole urge to write stories, but it’s back, and I’m letting it be more emotional and sexy and stylistically me than anything I’ve ever written before. Still gonna be a mess, but it’s my mess.

Confused drunk non-furry dude holding the con hotel door for me: “There you go… uh… champ.”

GameBoy palette art by Lupey Lycan!

Hey, it’s me!