in a twist shocking to no-one I went to the flea market to get furniture for the new flat and came home with yet another Little Guy

had to explain ‘owo what’s this’ to my very offline friend, which gave me a feeling of deep personal shame that I don’t know if I’ve felt since watching January 6th live on the BBC with my dad and having to explain what the Kekistan flag was.

hot damn, look at this picture my friend took of me at trans pride. it’s great having friends with cameras

had the kind of 45 minute phone call with someone in a customer service call centre that makes you somehow even more communist but on my way home I ran into one of my favourite cats who haunts a particular location, who for obvious reasons I have nicknamed Monsieur Poirot

nothing more heart wrenching than being out and about in my most Some Guy outfit and seeing a beautiful trans woman and trying to desperately convey ‘I’m looking at you out of CAMARADERIE and also YEARNING not the bad reasons’ but from her POV I’m just Some Guy grinning like an weirdo 😭

a girl on Grindr voice noted me her recipe for mushroom carbonara, thank you for your service girl from Grindr this slaps

[screaming, grinding my teeth, pounding the earth with my fists, rending my garments] THEY DON’T MAKE ‘EM LIKE THIS ANYMORE!! boxd.it/aCnPbn

Extremely Transgender Moment on a date with a trans woman today: she was talking about her travel plans and mentioned that she ‘liked plumbing’. I took it at face value that she’s literally interested in the mechanics of plumbing. She just meant she likes having access to flushing toilets 😑

it’s ya boi in ID magazine! i-d.co/article/lond...

genuinely a bit weepy about Tom Lehrer, may his memory be a blessing 😭

ran into my first trans girlfriend at pride. she reminded me that the first time she ever wore girl clothes in public was with me, ten years ago. some of them were probably my old clothes. she asked me if I ever feel old around other trans people. I said yeah

The girls sitting behind me on the bus are reciting the ‘nothing beats a jet2 holiday’ ad, in unison, Greek chorus style. If I have to hear TikTok sounds on the bus I think I prefer the acapella version.

important life lesson: you can stress out for six months about every detail of your bar mitzvah and then you turn up and star of stage and screen Anton Lesser is there.

dozed off a bit during my acupuncture session and for some reason woke up with one visual really stuck in my mind- a shark covered in banana stickers.

just had the platonic ideal viewing of To Wong Foo with some friends, which is that we watched it in a private cinema and then the second the credits rolled one of them yelled ‘THAT WAS WESLEY SNIPES??’

victor hugo I will fight you

rang in my big new age by eating an ice lolly in the bath. as an activity I give this two thumbs up 👍👍

This is tantalising to me. 1971 is the same year Beth Elliott joined the Daughters of Bilitis, amid much controversy, so a feminist group aiding a trans woman in this way- especially in divorcing (presumably) a cis woman, would be quite new and unusual.

This rules, I want it as a poster.

Want to read some advice from a trans woman about taking estrogen from 1971? Course you do. (article continued in next post)

Feeling some type of way about this.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what my favourite Bond film is (normal thing to be preoccupied about) and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is an impossible question because the thing about Bond is that there are lots of good individual elements, but no one movie has all of them

Just showed a friend Moonraker and as soon as someone mentioned ‘Dr Goodhead’ she said ‘I hope Dr Goodhead is a man’ and then I got to watch the light drain out of her eyes

omw home from celebrating Shavuot with some transsexual friends in my gayest little outfit and a Hasidic man standing outside his house with his family just told me chag sameach 🥲 feeling a bit verklempt

I literally started thinking ‘wtf is pride month going to look like this year’ back in January and yet this is somehow beyond my wildest dreams

Currently a big protest at Liverpool Street Satation

just been called a ‘fucking khazarian’ by some guy on the street, a piece of antisemitism so niche I had to Google it before being sure that I did in fact just experience antisemitism

only now realising that my last two posts have been lemony getting to lick various comestibles off my finger. this is not an apology post; I make no such apologies.

I long for the day that anything on earth gives me as much unbridled joy as Lemony getting to lick a bit of creme fraiche off my finger

mash pertater

In light of current circumstances, I’m returning to my project of painting trans people from history. This is Frances Thompson, a disabled Black trans woman who lived in c19th Memphis. Her life story is frankly devastating and I recommend reading her Wikipedia only if you’re feeling strong.

there is currently one (1) cat in line ahead of you to nap on the printer. projected wait time: three hours.

third(?) annual schlissel challah, with turmeric and maple

I need a sanity check, I got a butter chicken from a stall yesterday and the guy ladled it out and then put a knob of butter on top of it straight off the pat, and then drizzled straight double cream over the top. Obviously it was fucking delicious but surely this is not normal behaviour

theme for this year’s seder fit was trying to fit in as many plague-related items of jewellery as possible. two of them are frog-related but what can you do they don’t make that much boil-themed jewellery

MAJOR advancements have been made with the mushroom house. I think the ground floor is pretty much done, there’s just one or two things I still want to add.

pesach hasn’t even started yet and I keep wandering into the kitchen for a bikkie and then remembering I cleared my chametz out already. I am hashem’s strongest warrior 🥲

My friend and I met someone carrying their sphynx kitty around Walthamstow in a little bag 😭 his name was Satan and he was the softest thing I’ve ever felt

when life gives you a stained sweatshirt, make whatever the hell this is.

went to Pellicci’s with my family, we used to go when we were teenagers. the guy recognised my dad and sister, was very effusive about seeing her- not a flicker of recognition for me, he assumed I was with a different group. sometimes being in late transition is a peculiar feeling.

can someone start a business that’s just melting down bars of tony’s chocolonely and reconstituting it into a normal fucking chocolate bar shape

shoutout @openout.bsky.social (formerly open barbers)

clearing out my childhood home is obviously very sad but at least I have hard evidence that I’ve been serving since day one

is he an egg or just a cis boy I think is cute: the eternal quandary

started a letterboxd because why not, I guess boxd.it/dXvl1

purim sameach! time for me to share one of my favourite articles from 1859. no idea why it’s called the ‘ram’s head festival’ but I’m 99% sure they mean purim based on the descriptions and the date- crossdressing is also a long-standing purim tradition, as are ‘disguises’ in general.