nicole @nicole@myna.social

@dana 🥳🥳🥳

@dana Thanks! I was wondering if it might be a play on words, as one of the characters is named Kimi? But I suppose they would have used her kanji if that were the case.

Just got back from The Colors Within(きみの色)—Kimi’s Color?—which was both adorable and adorably foot obsessed. I love these low stakes friendship stories. 🥰

Taking off one’s shoes after a long day is a mundane instance of liberation trumped only by the pleasure of taking off one’s bra.

@cederbs She’s not a dog, she’s anime.

Cleaning out the house to sell.

Sound therapy … on rafts.

Kicking it at The Roxie for The Beaches of Agnès. Always excited for more Agnès Varda. ☺️

We can’t ever know the inner state of another.

@h5e haha. We missed you too!

In the East Bay today to dog sit and catch up on Lower Decks.

I spent my holiday break in Tucson, Arizona with my mom and the elder of my two younger sisters. It was ❤️: I re-bonded with my sister, re-connected with old friends, and ate a lot of food. 🥰

I also passed pretty consistently with strangers (at least as far as I could tell).

It’s one of those curious things about being a Bay Area Transperson: you tend to pass more easily when you’re traveling than when you’re home. San Franciscans tend to know what’s up; they also tend to be kind about it. 😘

Hi, it’s me again. ☺️

I was pretty foolish moving to Insta and Threads. Egg on my face, 100%.

Hard not to wonder what it would be like if @mozilla’s Social were still around today …

@Aaron_Davis my style is so old it’s new again!!

Went to a wedding. Here are my favorite three photos.

I’ve never fainted before, but I managed to do it twice on election day. I missed the counting, which was probably a good thing, and deepened a friendship, which is always a wonderful thing.

As to the election itself … that requires more words than I have right now.

I haven’t posted here as much this year as I would like. I pin most of the blame on the pressures of my employment, which have consumed my waking hours with such ferocious appetite that there’s very little of me leftover to write, and very little that I can write about other than the perks and perils of corporate employment in our late, great capitalist dystopia.

But here’s a cool jacket.