I’m objectively not good at baking, but I do know one piece of good advice: Whatever amount of vanilla a recipe calls for, always double it.

I have to admit this mural in the Tot Lot goes pretty hard

It feels strange paying for another year of liquid nitrogen to keep my last gametes around a little longer in a world that’s rapidly collapsing. Still, it would feel more bleak to throw them away. Sometimes hope shows up in the tangible things I do more than it actually does in my conscious mind.

We’re now into the “blink and you miss ‘em” part of the Himalayan blackberry cycle.

In my head are two wolves. One wants to write dank transformation smut. The other wants to write slick engineering reports. The wolves are girlfriends.

The American government sucks. Ignore it and be horny, which is great.

Sabrina Carpenter’s new album would objectively be better if she’d fully committed to the puppygirl bit with the album cover

We survived the 737 MAX and my son got some good images out of it too

I realized today that we’re now further from the release of “1985” than that song was from the year 1985. I’m clearly not as young as I used to be thinking things like this, but at least I’m the correct gender now.

The profoundly trippy thing to process about FFS is how I still look like me. I think my brain just couldn’t process the idea of *me* looking unambiguously feminine before and instead I imagined looking like someone else. But no. I’m just me, and I’m a girl. It’s bonkers in the best possible way.

The curse of aging is that you eventually find the random EDM songs you liked as a younger woman get reappropriated as kids’ movie filler. The latest for me is “Purple Hat” in the new Bad Guys movie.

What they don’t tell you when you get that bottle of Hibiclens is that you’ll just keep doing gender affirming surgery until the bottle is used up. Anyway FFS went well last week.

Washington State Ferries are very cool

Chappell Roan: “I sing that Lana song that makes you cry…” Me: “Chappell you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“It’s life, but not as we live it…”

How I feel getting all dolled up and cunty as society collapses around me

Post-op, ergo propter op

Moment of Zen

The spelling may not be on point, but the artist gets full marks for effort.

Really I think you ought to be able to be John Malkovich in every John Malkovich movie.

I hosted a viewing of The Abyss with the council of elder transsexuals in my phone last weekend and I'm now commemorating that event with a meme

“What is it?” He asked. “The stuff that dreams are made of,” she said.

Modern technology has granted humans the ability to send men to the Moon and to make men into women. I assume the goddess Artemis is well pleased on both accounts.

What the actual fuck. This country is run by fucking gangsters. I’m so fucking sick of this shit.

Fictionmania posting will continue until morale improves

I'm getting ready to do a bit more fictionmania posting, so now is the time for me to point out my John William Waterhouse fanfiction. It'll knock your socks off if you're into that sort of thing.

We learned this morning that there’s no legal recourse for tens to hundreds of thousands of trans kids who will now be forcibly denied transition by their state governments. I’m sick of having to go about my day pretending everything is fine. I’m sick of this country becoming a cartoon dystopia.

Be like Himalayan blackberry bushes. Beautiful. Relentlessly clinging to spaces whether you’re welcome or not. Spiny against your enemies. Delicious.

Zoomy the anole says happy Monday and solidarity with the LA protestors

Trump will overplay his hand and innocent people will be hurt. There needs to be no hemming and hawing about peaceful protest from the left but a full throated defense of protesters. Anything less is capitulation to the fascists and their law and order framing.

I don’t think there’s anything about my life now that would be more unbelievable to me as a teenager 20 years ago than the knowledge that this is what I see when I look at myself now.

Just started reading Stag Dance. I forgot the venom that Torrey Peters writes with. I don’t think I’ve ever read an author who seems to despise her characters the way that Peters does. Maybe I just struggle with unreliable narrator stories.

Civil engineering brought to you by my 7-year-old

My middle daughter: “We’re jumping on the trampoline because- 1) It’s fun. 2) Kids have rights!”

I do think it’s interesting that the process to pick a new pope and the process to respond to a loss of a crewed vehicle at NASA both involve locking doors as a critical step.

The optimist in me thinks maybe RFK’s bs report about trans care is so nakedly in opposition to reality it might make some media start reporting about it the same way they report about vaccine denial. The pessimist thinks that reporting will be just as effective as reporting about vaccine denial.

Post a gif of who you wanted to be as a kid

This feels like the real tipping point, if we hadn't already hit one. Having a hard time seeing how things don't spiral incredibly fast if they start mass-jailing liberal judges.

Life is too short to only go through puberty once

In 1897 the Indiana legislature attempted to define pi as 3.2. The UK’s supreme court has declared today that trans women are actually men. Both ideas are ludicrous, demonstrably false, and deserve to be ridiculed. A shame that one of them has immediate dire consequences for real people.

Here’s a picture of an old lock that hasn’t been used in a long time, because I like fancy fluid things and old infrastructure, and I just remembered I can use this app for more than doomscrolling

My kink is vanilla. Like literally just the flavor of vanilla. I would do anything for it.

I love an acronym where two of the letters are 1) The acronym itself 2) A plea to folllow the acronym Anyway bottom surgery part 2 went great. It feels surreal to be out of the hospital so quickly this time.

I want to find someone who does with me what spring does with the cherry trees

Live every day like it’s taco Tuesday, even if it’s Wednesday.

Changing my hormonal sex to female is one of the best things I’ve ever done, but even I have to admit that becoming more susceptible to migraines is pretty rank

No gray whales sighted at Yaquina Head, but at least we saw plenty of seals

Going through the crayola 96-pack with my daughter brings back childhood memories of wondering why anyone would burnt sienna

One of the fun things about fluid dynamics is how changing one variable (say time) allows another variable (like characteristic length) to be changed in a model and still give decent results. Anyway pretending little streams of rainwater are vast rivers is still fun, 30 years after kindergarten.

Early in transition people used to ask me “Is that your real hair?” fairly often. What I should’ve said in response was “No, I stole it from a TERF.”