In that liminal space where I cannot tell if I feel awful because I’ve had too much coffee or not enough coffee.

Surprising absolutely no one, the Venn diagram of ‘people defending digital ID on bluesky’ & ‘middle aged cishet white men with no minority friends’ is a circle.

‘Well you see, the men in government have decided that I’m just too pretty now to be in the vicinity of urinating strangers. They’re so in love with me, in fact, that they’re going to build me my own private bathroom’

I hate calling people as much as the next person but Unison members should be inundating 0800 085 7857 and emailing their local reps. Members have voted to be been trans supportive. Leaders have ignored that with this decision Can also submit a contact form here: www.unison.org.uk/get-help/onl...

After a lot of frustration, screams into the void & fabric gluing myself onto the piece by mistake I think I’m there. Just need to run some stitching to reinforce the glue once it’s dried and then I can forget entirely about this debacle.

‘I don’t know because I don’t think that has happened yet, and if I had to have a guess, then I still don’t know. Btw here are the sources that I used to not know.’ Fuck me guys, how much did we spend on this?

Just gonna sit and wait patiently for June 12th 2025 to come to pass then I guess…?

Always get a sick sense of satisfaction when someone accidentally ‘replies all’ to an email by mistake. You utter utter fool. Look at what you’ve done. In front of everyone. Do you not check and recheck and recheck your email obsessively for 20 minutes before sending it like the rest of us?

It’s actually quite nice that we have an unambiguous show of intent to breach the EC of HR from a high level politician. Imagine fucking yourself this badly to make _mumsnet_ like you.

Trying to learn how to adjust and repair items of clothing and it is very quickly becoming apparent that I lack the dexterity and patience for working with fabrics…

I generally don’t wish ill on anyone, but I recently stumbled upon an old photo of myself. And goddamn, am I glad they’re dead and gone.

Virgin Active call themselves an LGBTQ+ ally, but decided to ban trans people from using their changing rooms and bathrooms... so we created a new slogan for them 👀 We need to make make as much noise as possible and make Virgin Active feel the pressure. Will you join us? 👇 goodlaw.social/d922

Desperately need a long lost relative to die & leave me a moderate fortune that I can use to purchase a portion of riverbank and a willow tree. Having a private willow tree to lounge under is very important to the aesthetic I’m curating.

Getting sponsored recommendations on YouTube for 3 hour long videos telling me why trans existence is wrong and against the will of god. Thanks YouTube. Really nailed the demographic on this one.

An assert on ‘blah’ is failing, which is odd because the value that ‘blahh’ holds at that point in the test looks reasonable. However I have in fact incorrectly put a breakpoint on ‘blaah’ and may the gods strike me down if they are kind.

To the dev from days long past, who saw fit to name their test variables ‘blah’ and many variations of. I truly mean it when I say ‘Go fuck yourself’. And to the one who approved that PR, fuck you too.

Accidentally got into the ‘small boats’ argument with a parent. Including such classics as ‘well something has to be done’ and ‘oh you really believe this data do you?’ and ‘all the benefits they’re getting’ I have no mouth and I must scream.

Used the accessible toilet in this hospital as I can’t risk getting kicked out and gotta tell you chat, it feels pretty fucking bad having to keep the people that legitimately need it waiting whilst I pee. Especially when there’s an empty set of cubicles right next door.

Today sees the intersection of multiple things I despise: Travelling in London, hospitals, Costa. As such I find myself sat in a Costa in a London hospital.

FYI, I survived.

So regularly destroyed is trans stuff that it's an obscure fact that 2 words beginning with trans (transfeminate and transection) were in English dictionaries to describe someone who 'changed sex' from the mid 1600s until well into the 20th century.

Sat in a house of an NHS GP who has Harry Potter memorabilia in their window…

Look, I’m just saying that once you hit a certain critical density of ‘girls named Luna per sq m’ physics takes over and you can’t stop the runaway reaction that follows.

Lots of talk of mass incarceration of trans women these days. Whilst terrifying I do feel like they haven’t properly considered the logistical issues. That amount of trans women in that small a space? You’re just gonna create a massive, hyper-dense polycule. Good luck managing that.

‘Good thanks, how are you?’

Nothing makes me feel quite as socially awkward as people commenting on ‘how long my hair has gotten’. I have no response to this. ‘Yes? That’s what hair does?’ ‘Thank you? It was an entirely passive effort’ ‘Ok’ All bad responses.

It’s too bright out today for the amount of sleep I got last night. I am, once again, being attacked by this wretched sun.

Wondering if it’s acceptable to power nap in the chair whilst getting botox top up…

Sometimes, in certain lights, from certain angles, it’s easy to see past the cracks that have formed in our lives. To see the unblemished whole as it should be. Tonight was one of those times. ❤️

I think sometimes we forget that people with strong public presence, activists, leaders, are still just people. We want them to be unshakable in the face of ‘all this’, but they are just as entitled to feel all the emotions we do. And express that how and where they choose. And that should be ok.

Past me moved all my meetings to today and created meetmaggedon. Pleased to say I survived and also learnt nothing from this. Looking forward to fucking myself over again soon.

Still slightly annoyed that hospitals don’t let you keep the parts they chop off/out of you. Why incinerate something that could instead become an uncomfortable, gross talking point at a dinner party?

So plex was apparently hacked. The secret is out. I watch garbage. Continuously.

Gallows humour. And trying to legit be useful in my local lgbt+ community. But mostly the inappropriate, vibe killing jokes.

I’m also campaigning for trans people to be allowed to walk cows down streets during daylight hours.

There’s probably a funny joke in here about trans girls innate love for names starting with Æ and Æsops fables but I can’t get there.

Literally raised this on our retro board one sprint. ‘Engineering lead is having trouble spotting mistakes and needs her work double/triple checked due to the Bad Time and being unable to sleep’ People in the team either said nothing or laughed and said ‘no you’re doing great’ My guys. Come on.

Off to another day of work where all my cis coworkers continue to pretend that I’m fine and everything is fine and there are zero reasons as to why I may be struggling or need support. Despite explicitly telling them. Over. And. Over.

(I’m not a real adult tho, I’m a teenager with a credit card)

Caught between waiting for an adult to step in and sort out the fascist nightmare for me & then having that dreaded realisation that I am the adult. This currently happens about 8 times a day.

The problem with people quoting the old fable ‘The tgirl who cried nazi’ is that there was indeed a nazi who ate her at the end. People seem to forget that. Trust your local screaming tgirl.

Hey, @nhsgrampian.bsky.social, please #TreatHeatherNow. Thanks!

I pay for a monthly music streaming service to listen to the same five or so albums on repeat. Albums that I already own. Fiscal responsibility at its finest.

The cool thing about having a toddler and a dog with simultaneous but unrelated food poisoning is… Uh… Oh gods.

I honestly don’t see the appeal of the iPhone air. Are phones not slim enough as it is? Every phone I’ve owned for the past 7 or so years has been near identical and tbh that’s fine.

Discovered that if I tie my hair in high pigtails I look have big ‘gothy bratz doll’ vibes. So that’s cool. And somewhat of a distraction from the outside dreadscape.

The insurmountable gap between being on bed and being ready to go to bed.

Getting misgendered and deadnamed by family whilst literally stood in front of them in a bikini. This family holiday was a Good Idea™️.

Cold open. Jon Hamm on the stand in a court room looking sheepish. Record scratch. ‘I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here. Well, it’s a funny story…’