nicole @nicole@myna.social

@jonathankoren no. But i want it.

Pocket’s Pride-themed release is rolling out to 1% of users today.

This is the first of our themed releases, where we decorate the app inside and out with thematic colors and content.

@courtney @Reborn_Cat_Mom
Interesting. Any particular reason your doctor wants to steer you clear of injections?

In any case, hoping for the best for you!!

@courtney I remember, when I first started HRT, my GP told me that the number of patches I’d need to use to maintain normal cis levels of estrogen was probably more than I could fit on the surface area of my skin. 🥲

@courtney oh dear. That’s low. Injection or oral supplement?

@dskuza words, words, words

I’m one of those personalities you can just heap more and more responsibilities on, and I’ll be like, “More! More!,” even as my velocity slows.

But once you heap just one too many things, I completely fall apart, and my velocity plummets straight down to zero/overwhelmed/sobbing on the sofa.

Happy Monday, everyone!! 😭

@faithisleaping @Impossible_PhD feel this. It’s equal parts amazing and disorienting to suddenly have a functioning emotional core after having navigated without one for so long. Did not anticipate it; extremely grateful for it, even if it’s a bareback horse in need of a bridle.

@Impossible_PhD in my experience, the ace spectrum is less a chartable field, and more a violent, thrashing torrent of confusion and contradiction along which no clean lines can be drawn, if lines can be drawn at all.

I’m in the Mission, enjoying a post-Furiosa Wesburger.

I don’t enjoy these films so much as admire their alienness. This one epitomizes that distinction: amazement and boredom in equal measure. At moments, I was enthralled; at moments, I realized I’d been staring at my shoelaces for uninterrupted minutes while vehicles exploded above me. There was a moment I almost cried; there were entire acts where I felt numb. I was never excited, but these films weren’t made to excite someone like me.

Starting facial electrolysis in the middle of my team’s visit to SF. This means mandatory stubble and no Zoom filter to hide behind. 🙄

Arguably, this is either my fault for not starting earlier, or my fault for not starting later. Either way, it’s my fault!

I’m pretty happy with how far lasers and hormones took me, but as the other changes have compounded, having to shave, even if only every other day, just feels goofy.

But, oh boy, that upper lip line is supposed to be atomically painful 😵‍💫

@ClarusPlusPlus wow! Good luck!

Some guy just pulled over and asked me for my number. Gonna ride that feeling all week long.

The cascade of minor apartment advances: I bought a sofa and then a desk, then I hung some art, and finally I had friends over. I even baked popovers.

I need to sort out a few more things like refreshing the paint, and having cushions made for the window seats, but I’m starting to feel settled.

Or will, once I cycle out all the moving boxes that I broke down for recycling.

This is the sanguine expression of someone whose electrolysist is off taking her break. 😂

In all seriousness, I adore my electrolysist. I do’t know exactly what possessed me to take a selfie mid session, but I think it might have been because I was having fun in spite of the pain.

@cederbs fundamentally!

Been a minute since I worked straight through bedtime. Well, I guess it wasn’t entirely straight: I did take a break to buy boxed salads and visit the dispensary.