#this is my real life

[veliseraptor]

ahhhh. AHHHHHHHHH. ahhhhhhhhhhhh

[nrmnas]

[dayangaytransman]

Warnings: Transphobia, sexism, misandry, bad therapist and Bear dudes ( jokingly)

In my country, there are no gender therapists, and the psychologists not only refuse to help with transitioning, but also, due to the laws and other issues, often persuade individuals against transitioning.

It was two years ago, and my mother was worried about me. She thought I was mentally ill because I wanted to be a boy. So, she decided to take me to a therapist/psychologist. I’m not sure which one that person was. Anyway.

It was my first time visiting any kind of therapist. I was very nervous. However, because my mom had told me that the therapist, an old cis woman, had experience working with transgender individuals, I wasn’t worried about it. I was mistaken.

So we went to her office and sat down. She asked my mother to leave, and then we were alone.

She was trying to be kind at first. This is a little bit of our conversation:

- Hi, what should I call you? What gender are you?

Me, living in a binary society, dressing as a boy, acting like a boy, and my mother just told her that I want to be a boy : Just call me Dayan, and I am a boy.

Then she asked questions because she was not sure what that meant.

I told her: But they said you have worked with trans people before

She said: No, not really. It was just one person and not even like you. (That was a trans woman.)

Yeah, she told people she is trans-friendly to make money. Anyway, we talked more, and then, suddenly, she got angry.

She said: Why do you want to be a man?! Men are ugly! They are as hairy as gorillas! They smell bad! They are always horny! They are rapists! They are garbage!

I was in shock. I had never heard that shit before, and she was a fucking therapist! I thought therapists were smart! What the hell was that?! She hates all men?!

I am gay, and at the time, I had a crush on a bear dude (he is my BF now), and the things she said made me so angry and upset.

Also, don’t worry, ma’am, I am not going to transition into your husband!

Do you think she was a queen herself? No! She was an ugly old lady who doesn’t know how to dress!

After she said that, I became the therapist! That woman certainly needs one. I told her not to hate all men and that hairy, horny dudes are okay. But if they smell bad and rape people, that’s not okay. I taught her to be respectful and also educated her about trans and non-binary individuals. I was talking for about 3 hours!

Seriously, I was the therapist. Then the lady told my mother that I am okay and not mentally ill. Yes, that’s obvious, bitch. And she took an amount of money equivalent to three days of my mother’s work from us for just three hours. Sure, she did help a little, but it was me acting as a therapist for her the entire time!

I am worried about her male clients and the men in her life. Also, what are you going to tell your transfeminine clients? To not be like you,bitch?

[sheliesshattered]

About a week ago I had an idea for a silly little idea for a holiday season craft project: a yule goat about the size of a small dog (~20"x20") to sit in our street-facing garden window, with the orange Halloween twinkle lights underneath to make him look like he's been set on fire. Because Yule!

I made a basic wire skeleton and covered it in layers and layers of raffia, slowly building out the head, torso, legs, tail, and horns. I gave him a little billy-goat beard made from wheat stalks, and wrapped red raffia ribbon around him to hold everything together. Originally I had his horns more tightly coiled, but from far away he looked like a weird elephant or even a pig, so I restyled them as the very last step. But the horns have a nice curve to them now, so even though I had to undo it, it worked out for the best.

At sunset tonight we set him up in the window that faces out onto the street, with the twinkle lights underneath and coiling up his legs. After going outside to take some pictures, both Jack and I decided that the candles on the top shelf of the window (one which came on with a timer, the others which didn't) were throwing off the balance, so we've taken them out now, leaving just the Yule goat with his lights, and the hanging lanterns on either side.

I'm quite certain that our neighbors will be confused about what the hell we've put in our window to light up every evening for the rest of the year, but eh, I love my ridiculous little goat. If all the crows (and ravens!) hanging about haven't clued in the neighbors that we're a devoutly pagan household, I'm not sure a flaming Yule goat will do much to move the needle, lol.

[mostfacinorous]

Slightly belated, but please enjoy this pic of bartender boyfriend obliviously pouring the perfect drink order on Halloween.

[darkrebelkat]

[strivingislam]

DON'T BE BEAUTIFUL

They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be. But honestly? Forget that. Don't be beautiful. Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented - there are an eternity of other things to be other than beautiful. And what is beautiful anyway but a set of letters strung together to make a word? Be your own definition of amazing, always. That is so much more important than anything beautiful, ever.

[247koalabear742]

Don’t ask me to open up if the second I do, you plan to leave.

Me

[autisticmuppeteer]

I am such a MASSIVE loser that I just cried over my ex that I never really dated (queer situationship) and I ghosted seven (7) months ago.

[veliseraptor]

[crybb-poe]

𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂

𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒞𝓇𝓎𝒷𝒷.𝓅𝑜𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝓈𝑜 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝐼 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒.

𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 . 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶.

𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 7.5 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝐼'𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 .𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 . 𝒞𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉. 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝓎𝓂 𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 . 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎 .

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝓉𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒 👼🏼🖤

[adamparrishdyke]

i am such a pathetic fag whenever the barnyard dyke who works next door comes in Today i knocked over a cup of spoons off the top of the espresso machine and all over the counter and it made such a loud noise

[sheliesshattered]

We had a fabulous time visiting Batuu yesterday! Our outfits were comfortable and functional and well suited to what turned out to be a relatively cold and cloudy day in southern California. Disney cast members definitely seemed to interact with us more because we made the effort to dress up, and we got some lovely compliments from other guests, too. We were even gifted some BSO credit coins by random strangers who liked our outfits!

It was Jack's first visit to Batuu, and while I did get to spend a little bit of time there with my mom in October, this was my first opportunity to really explore the entire area, browse through the shops, and sample all the food and drinks available. It was at least as cool as my first impression of it back in October, and Jack was impressed and delighted by all of it. We spent a good portion of the day just admiring all the details and world-building and excellent sets.

Jack has requested no photos, but I did manage to snag this pic of him blocking the camera like a victim of the paparazzi, lol.

But look at those pleats! Both Jack and I are so pleased with how they turned out. Several of the Resistance jackets on display in the Rise of the Resistance queue had similar pleat details, and it was fun to look at them up close.

Over this last weekend and all the way up to late Monday night, I was able to add a few last details to our outfits. I finally adjusted the chain length of my dangley earrings and glued the leather cording wraps to the back of my kyber crystal necklace so that it wouldn't slip out. While I had the glue out, I figured I'd take a stab at making some spat-type things to cover the lacings of my tall Doc Marten boots. I was completely winging it from start to finish, but I'm really happy with how they turned out!

The spats are made from some left over suede I've had in my stash for literally more than 20 years now -- it's been used for an Aragorn vest for Jack, a couple of bags for me, and the inner layers of the big wedge shaped piece on my Oswin belt. And I still have some left over! Maybe I'll make myself a belt pouch to match these spats at some point in the future.

The narrow end of each spat tucks under the laces closest to the toe of my boot, and theoretically secures to itself with a hook and eye, though I found the hook didn't really hold from that angle, and really wasn't necessary anyway. The straps then velcro around the back of my leg, at the lowest point of the bend of my ankle, and right at the top of the boot, so that the strap sits just above the top edge of the boot in the back, which helps keep it from slipping down.

To make these I really just draped scrap suede on my boot while wearing it, started cutting it to the shape I thought might make sense, then copied that over for a second spat. I measured how much I would need for the straps and how much of an overlap I wanted for the velcro, then cut out all those pieces and glued them together using E6000 -- which works wonderful for adhering velcro to suede and suede to suede, but is a bit more iffy with the metal hooks and eyes (one eye popped off when I was taking off the spat at the end of the night, but since it wasn't staying hooked anyway, I'm not fussed).

Despite being such a quick off-the-cuff project, the spats worked out great, and added that last little bit to my outfit by covering the laces of my boots. They're visible in the third photo, the full-length shot in front of the door (and in the video below), and I think they add an understated bit of texture difference in all the black-on-black there, in addition to obscuring the modern look of the boots a bit.

Besides those detail bits for me, I also made a pair of little pockets for Jack's jacket, to hold 'code cylinders'. It's a tiny detail that really makes the jacket look that much more Star Wars-y, and the cylinders themselves are empty and their tops unscrew, so the space can actually be functional, too. (Currently they're filled with gum!)

And at Jack's request, I threw together a quick insert for the zipper section on his collar that used to hold the hood before we removed it. The hood was making the collar too puffy, but without it the collar didn't have enough body to stand up on its own.

I took some measurements, then cut a piece of cotton duck canvas (that I had originally bought to cover the zippers on my Moment vest, before I changed gears and made the Batuu vest instead) to the right length and about three times the height of the interior of the hood section. I did a simple zigzag tri-fold on the height, ironed it flat, and marked some guide lines perpendicular to the length. Then it was just a simple process of quilting the three layers together by machine sewing in short vertical rows ~1cm apart.

The quilting gave the canvas even more stiffness, and after that point it absolutely did not want to fold or droop along the short vertical axis. I slipped it into the former hood pocket (after snipping one corner to fit around the snap I hadn't accounted for), zipped it closed, and gave the whole collar area a quick pressing. It's removable if we ever need to, completely washable, and keeps the collar standing upright without looking too stiff. Jack was very happy with the result.

With our outfits finally done, we headed into the park around mid-morning, with a plan to stay late. I wasn't quite sure what to expect with Batuu Bounding at Disneyland (which is notoriously a bit more hit-and-miss than Batuu East, in Florida), but we got through security without incident and through the rest of the park without anyone commenting on our outfits. We saw someone else wearing the same leather-look leggings as me, and a guy wearing similar jacket and pants to Jack (but without the pleating), which made us feel like we didn't look too weird, by general Disneyland standards.

Once we were in Batuu, though, our bounding definitely got noticed more. A couple of fellow guests complemented our outfits (including the kind strangers who gave us the coins!), and cast members seemed way more interested in interacting with us in-character. I got to bring up a bit about the history I'd made up for Samæni Ray -- which led to one cast member later referring to me and Jack as "my friends from Denon!" All of the prep and character design made it a lot easier to think on my feet in those little improv interactions.

One cast member in particular kept finding us throughout the day, just suddenly appearing out of nowhere it felt like, and kept trying to sell us a speederbike that totally wasn't a broken down lemon.

Later in the day, he kind of sold us out to Kylo Ren and a pair of stormtroopers (but like, in a fun way, lol) which led to an intense interaction with Kylo Ren right up in both my face and Jack's. Kylo Ren is tall, and the voice and the mask and the body language was all perfect up close. There was a bit of nervous laughter on our part, but we kept our cool and convinced Ren that that since we'd only just arrived on Batuu from Denon, we couldn't possibly know anything about any Resistance activity in Black Spire Outpost.

We were way too in the moment to get any photos, but because we were dressed up and Kylo Ren was so much up in our faces, we did draw a bit of a crowd, so for all I know other people may have taken pictures or videos of the event, lol. My family has a saying about 'look hard' rather than take photos, and it was definitely that for us.

Overall the whole day was wonderful, and we ended up spending nearly 12 hours in Batuu without leaving once. I got to pilot the Falcon multiple times (though I can't really say I've gotten any better at it, lol), and got to try out gunner and engineer, too. We managed to ride Rise of the Resistance both during the day and again after dark, explore every part of Black Spire Outpost in detail, learn to play Sabacc with a cast member, have drinks at Oga's, and eat a bunch of really tasty, really well-presented food.

All together it was an excellent, excellent birthday. And we're already talking about when we might want to go back again.

[mostfacinorous]

Back from my whirlwind trip across Japan. It was so beautiful, and such a great time! We truly live in the future, when I can carry wifi in my pocket that enables me to communicate with someone 5,500 miles from where I started.

[spoonyruncible]

I just realized part of the reason I’ve been in a funk is that the last job I was turned down for said that during my interview I was, “Too concerned about company protocol.” Because when asked about whether or not I would stay late to fix a problem or quit when my hours ended I said something like, “Well, I don’t know what company protocol is. Some places I’ve worked want me to clock out immediately so I don’t get time and a half but I prefer not to leave a job unfinished.” or when asked if I would break rules to help a customer I indicated that I hadn’t worked there before and would get a superior to assist me. It was implied that in this situation the customer was lying to get free shit.

I’m sorry, I knew I was supposed to fucking lie during interviews but now I’m supposed to be a mind reader and know magically that I’m supposed to say I’ll help the customer no matter what??? Other places won’t hire people if they indicate they prize doing insulin shots on time over maintaining the bottom line and y’all deadass want me to say I’m willing to break the rules in favor of customer satisfaction? Next time you want I should say I’ll just drop to my knees and give them a sloppy blowjob too? Jesus, there’s no fucking winning here.