I've gotten to a point in my transition where putting on a bikini doesn't give me dysphoria because I just look like a guy in a bikini and that's hot as fuck
i clock in to find my arch nemesis manager altered my shift last minute to have me fulfilling orders all day. i walked 12 miles and my back aches from hauling that fucking shit everywhere i hate this corporation
we need to stop getting mad at celebrities if they are politically inactive and redirect our anger towards politicians that allow injustice to occur and continue
started playing stardew valley with my girlfriend cause i thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together but it turns out she has over 400 hours logged and is running our farm like the navy
just passed another FTM in Central Park and eyed him suspiciously, trying to ascertain at a glance which one of us was taller/hotter/passed better. then I realized I was staring at Elliot Page himself