But also, on the eve of 2023, I find myself wondering if a global reduction in muscle mass and prettier collarbones all around might just be good medicine for us all. 😘
Who decides the answer to this question is probably more important than the answer itself. I’m pretty sure it’s me. 😇
But the first hand is the dominant one: when I see myself in the mirror, the new prominence of my collar bone, the gradual, gradual, too-gradual thinning of my neck, it makes me happy. I am happy to be reduced in this way under these circumstances.
But should I be? 🤓
I’m 17 months into my #transition, which (for me) means just as many months of hormone replacement therapy (#HRT). Every so often, I head into SF and lie down on a giant scanner bed, and have my body composition analyzed.
The most-profound change has been the loss of lean muscle mass. For the first sox months, muscle held steady; over the next six, ten pounds evaporated.
Right now, I’m losing more than a pound of muscle a month. 🎢
I have such mixed feelings!
On one hand: goodbye and good riddance. I’ve always been tall, broad-chested, and muscular, and I’ve always hated it. I well remember my friends encouraging me towards sports in high school—“you’re a beast!!”—and how much it fucking hurt when they did.
On the other hand: this rhymes with aging—an accelerated enfeeblement. For the first time in my adult life, I can be physically overpowered by nearly half of the species. This is humbling. It sponsors nightmares and late night pepper spray purchases on Amazon.
🥺 Okay, _fine_.
🥹 Cue the waterworks.
“This was how life went. A single moment seemed to extend forever, then suddenly you were snapped out of it. The forward motion of time stretched whatever rubbery glue-like substance had fixed you there until it failed catastrophically. You weren’t the person you were before you got trapped; you weren’t the person you were while you were trapped: the merciless thing about it, Liv discovered, was that you weren’t someone entirely different either.”
Passing is something that only happens with strangers. We don’t pass or fail to pass with those who knew us in the before times. We are respected or disrespected, and we bear no responsibility for the latter. That’s on them. #trans
My only #NewYearResolution will be 'use your stickers', as it has been every year for a long time.
It's not just sticker-specific, but a reminder that leaving the sticker on the sheet does nothing. Choosing something to stick it on means it will bring you joy. Might that joy be impermanent? Yes, but everything has the potential to be impermanent, and what joy is there in leaving the sticker on the sheet?
Burn that nice candle you bought for the smell. Use that bath bomb. Enjoy that snack treat. #UseYourStickers.
A recent FT article has prompted discussion on birdsite as to why the idea that you become "more conservative as you age" seems to be breaking down.
As I've talked about before, this has ALWAYS misunderstood what happens. Which is that people become more conservative when they feel part of (or the opportunity to be part of) the status quo and want to preserve it.
And Xennials/below don't have that.
Here's a thread to explain. 🧵
In my dreams, it’s a little more elaborate. But dream manifestations tend to be truthful, like that.
Today’s read is @mjohnharrison ‘s Nova Swing.
Its predecessor, Light, gently gutted me a few years ago. I had come to identify with aspects of the furious intelligence, Seria Mau, once human, now a space ship, who is cut free from her physical form in the final pages.
“In the micro-cameras she saw herself for the first time in fifteen years. She was this small, broken, yellowish thing, its limbs all at odd angles, curling and uncurling itself feebly against the pain of the open air.”
At that exact moment in my life, this was a #trans allegory, and the resolution had me sobbing quietly in the dark.
@nicole Yes it’s my little Friday night ritual! 😁🎞️🍶 I love Japanese movies and sake (I’m training to be a sake sommelier rn) so it’s fun to do. I usually post them on here or on Instagram, if you ever want to see more! 😃
Today’s read is @mjohnharrison ‘s Nova Swing.
Its predecessor, Light, gently gutted me a few years ago. I had come to identify with aspects of the furious intelligence, Seria Mau, once human, now a space ship, who is cut free from her physical form in the final pages.
“In the micro-cameras she saw herself for the first time in fifteen years. She was this small, broken, yellowish thing, its limbs all at odd angles, curling and uncurling itself feebly against the pain of the open air.”
At that exact moment in my life, this was a #trans allegory, and the resolution had me sobbing quietly in the dark.
I have tracked anti-trans legislation for 3 years. Every day, people have asked me where to move or how at risk they are in their state.
So I created the anti-trans legislative risk map.
This is my final map of 2022.
Please subscribe, support my work.
https://erininthemorn.substack.com/p/the-final-anti-trans-legislative
La Jetée 1962
Directed by Chris Marker
#Timetravel, still images, a past, present and future and the aftermath of World War III. The tale of a man, a slave, sent back and forth, in and out of time, to find a solution to the world’s fate. #French #Cinema #Shortfilm #Movies
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Product-Engineering Manager for a software product portfolio; former iOS dev; attorney (CA/IL); large-format photographer; marriage ministress; cinema nut; weeb; lifelong weird girl.
Lover of myths, legends, fairy tales, fantasies, and folklore; 6502 assembly aspirer; book hoarder; gaming nostalgist; gore-adverse, torture-adverse feminist horror film fan; food worshipper; Slack poet; ace-demi-recipro-crier; a total and complete mess.
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