Today while driving I thought to myself “Wow, I’m actually really cool and charismatic! Awesome!”
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Then I thought “I think I’ve just been spending a lot of time by myself and I really like me.”
Coworker 1: Yeah, wide hips fuck up your knees so if you’re AFAB and athletic, you’re screwed.
Coworker 2: Yeah, those birthing hips.
Me: Listen, I’d give up my ability to grow somebody else’s bones inside my body for my own bones to work for me. No doubt.
Listening to the podcast “when god was queer” and the hosts description of gender euphoria as going super saiyan makes so much sense and is so affirming to hear. Like it is potent and transcendent and doesn’t always come easily at first.
People often say queer romance and relationships feel like high school ones if you weren’t able to explore them from a young age. I agree, except that sometimes the people I like like me back? Like high school jitters, but you’re not an awkward teen? Bananas.
Me, stranded in Skagway, unable to take the only road out of town bc Canada decided they didn’t like me and living out of my car: “it really do be like that sometimes.”