The “what do you think about when you masturbate” part of trans gatekeeping is whack, but my latest medical adventure is now asking me to detail everything I eat, and this might genuinely be the most embarrassing medical information I’ve been asked to divulge.

“Vore isn’t really my kink,” says the girl who’s going to have to reevaluate that after getting eaten out for an hour straight.

He was a boy, she was a girl. Despite their differences, they found love…

Ngl I love my gender-affirming cellulite a lot more than I expected.

Turning Red (2022) really hits home because I was exactly the same age in the same era as Mei and her squad. I wonder if I was that cringe at that point in my life and realize, no, I was so much worse because I was trying to be a fucking boy at the same time.

My co-worker: “Are you familiar with what an Isekai anime is?” Me: “I’m trans, yes I know what an Isekai is.”

Drinking conference coffee like I’m making love for the last time

People act like there isn’t an objectively best song, but then Boney M’s “Rasputin” just straight-up exists.

Me starting WinSCP: “Ah yes, now which SCP is this again? Does it require PPE for handling?”

Happy Star Wars day and all that

Sometimes I wonder if some of Freud’s ideas about women might have come out different if he’d gotten to hear a gaggle of trans women excitedly trading tips on peeing in the woods after bottom surgery.

There’s a subtle difference between coming in handy and coming in handsy, but a real one.

“Maybe [the ketchup bottle] made a wish that he could talk, but the wish also cursed him so he can only talk in farts.” -My 6 year old, learning how to make creepypastas

“Which of these was a neighbor to the dude having a bogus day?” Jesus asked. The scholar of the law said “The righteous doll.” “Go and do likewise.”

It seems like there should be more of a spectrum between warm opaque water and jet fuel in terms of what my coffee maker delivers, but so far it’s been a pretty binary choice.

One of my life philosophies is KOLO: Kidneys only live once.

“Maybe tomorrow will be the day I go to bed early and get lots of sleep,” she says to herself, convincing no one.

First JD Vance killed the pope. Then he killed Orban’s political career. Who will be next, a nation wonders.

I appreciate the Artemis II crew showing us a better version of what humanity could be. What a lovely mission to follow from liftoff to splashdown.

Most of the time I love having a pair of perky little breasts and think “why would I ever want something different/bigger?” But every once in a while it does feel like having Boobs by La Croix and I wonder what having a bodacious rack would feel like.

The primary issue with this whole affair today is that credibly threatening genocide is in itself an act of genocide. The secondary issue is that, as long as nuclear deterrence is this stupid part of geopolitics, it makes the chance of a miscalculation a lot higher.

The duality of being American is feeling pride at sending people to the far side of the Moon mixed with deep shame at having a demented genocidal manic for a president.

I blame Mel Brooks’s eggy child for once again planting the “Maybe I should try straight dating as a woman?” intrusive thoughts in my brain.

Nuclear people: “Hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen are what we call noncondensable gases.” Cryogenic rocket people: “Skill issue…”

Since it’s trans day of visibility and all, fine. Here’s what I looked like at peak 2020, and what I looked like yesterday, 4 and a half years after starting HRT. If you want to transition and you’re scared to do so, I get it. But there’s nothing on earth like feeling the joy of being made right.

Having an OCD mind that’s prone to rumination is frequently a major pain in the ass, but it has its occasional perks. Like when I start looping through variations of “I’m a girl, I’m completely a girl, I’ll be a girl for the rest of my life…” and it’s like holding a beautiful jewel in my mind.

It really is amazing the difference two days can make in a cherry tree’s glowup timeline

I have entirely too many intrusive thoughts, and not enough intrusive thots, in my life.

Every day I aspire to be the MILF I want to see in the world.

Looks like someone got the memo about it being the start of meteorological spring

Problematic transbian story concept: Lesbian with puritanical ideas about sapphic romance is shocked to discover her fiancee once slept with a guy. She goes on a quest to forcefem fiancee’s ex-lover to restore her gold star status.

the former host of celebrity apprentice and the former host of fox & friends weekend are launching bombs and destabilizing the world for generations all because voters decided their biggest issue was a trans kid playing jv tennis with their friends 4 states over

As you might expect from my posting history, I’m feeling v normal about everything after playing Date Everything for the first time last night

I love the bit in Hercules (1997) where Zeus explains he can’t help Hercules. “I’m just the king of the gods. What am I supposed to do?”

Never ask a cis woman her age, and never ask a trans woman what her name was before 2020.

TG story concept #3728: “Male” gynecologist transitions not because of dysphoria but out of dedication to her craft.

I died in hell. They called it late-stage capitalism.

Fun fact! Did you know the term for a group of trans women is “polycule?” “Dollhouse” is also widely used. “Brick shithouse” is currently deprecated in the scientific literature.

You may feel like a useless lesbian, but are you on the “play two hours of chess against the one gay guy in the sapphic bar instead of flirting with cute girls” level of useless lesbian? Because apparently I am.

I don’t think I’ve established enough of a network here for this to work but may as well ask. Chat, if I was hypothetically going to a lesbian bar in Sam Francisco after getting my voicebox scoped out, where should I go?

Here, have some bridges, Bluesky.

My 8-year-old: “Oh my god! Look at this bug’s face! It’s so gross.” Me: “Disgust is a learned response.”

My 5-year-old: “The bus is great, because sometimes Mommy gets tired, and she can rest on the bus.”

There’s a cemetery not far from my place, and on days that I work from home I like to go there on my walk. It would make me happy, knowing that there are people going about their lives and choosing to share part of their day with me after I’m gone. I hope the ones who came before me feel the same.

Federal government? More like feral government, amirite? I am tired of living under fascism.

Breathing a sigh of relief to see that my gender surgeon doesn’t appear in the Epstein files is such a big 2026 mood

Me whenever I see two trans women in the wild: “Well, well. Snip-snip for the scissor sisters…”

Every time some White House staffer says 47 was “making a joke” when he says some egregiously authoritarian thing, I think to myself “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.”

Love when community theatre puts on a production of Urinetown and as a result literally the first thing I hear when I turn on NPR is “Citizens must pay a fee for the privilege to pee.”

If you’re a trans woman and you ever feel dysphoric because at some point you were pretty sure you were actually a boy, just remember, even Princess Ozma didn’t want to be turned into a girl at first.