@rooster Interesting. When I first started HRT my interest in playing video games went out like a light, and still hasn’t returned.
I did some digging at the time, to see if anyone else reported anything similar, but came up entirely empty handed.
I’ve considered the hypothesis of needing games less as escapism, and, while I can’t disprove it, I’m not confident it explains everything.
I’ve wondered if the reduction in testosterone might also play a role insomuch as it affects “visual stimulation,” and I’ve noticed that video game graphics are far less mesmerizing to me than they were previously.
Dug the #tarot cards out of storage. Immediately felt urge to produce a phyletic seriation of playing card faces. Reminded self that’s not the point (but what if it were!?). #MissingThePoint
Zooey Zephyr is now the first trans woman in the history of Montana elected as a legislator.
Her presence will secure representation for trans people in the place where laws are made in one of the states where the battle for rights and dignity will be hardest.
And to me personally, as the woman who gets to love her, I cannot be prouder and happier.
BOOSTS REQUESTED. I need folks who can help maintain the Gender Dysphoria Bible.
There are a number of maintenance tasks that are long over due, including integrating the spanish translation and upgrading the site builder to run in Node 16/18.
Month after month I cannot find the executive function to tackle them, and I feel like I’m letting down my Patreon supporters.
If there’s anyone with the needed nodejs experience who can help, I’ll pay you out of my funding. #transgender #trans #gdb
I’m not sure why I thought the right way to kick off 2023 was by rescreening Ugetsu (1953); I have no one to blame but myself. 🙄
I'm apparently liveblogging #TheLastUnicorn so here's that thread so I don't clog up timelines too bad lol
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@nicole That makes sense. Some of the transmen I've known have had a clearer grasp on manhood than those born into it.
Similar to how transfemmes can shine a different light on women's spaces.
Reviewing my film reviews from this year’s Sundance, I have coming to realize that I can be one catty bitch:
“Woman follows her absentee partner to nicely color-graded Bucharest and takes up the hobby of janitor harassment. Her neighbors mostly hate her. Partly because her Romanian barely extends to polite conversation about carrots; mostly because she’s boorish and rude. The janitor tries to kill her in the end. Cause and effect are so hopelessly muddled; I’m not sure what the lesson here is—if you harass your neighbors, they might want to kill you?”
My New Year’s Resolution: top that.
“That” being an 8x10 photograph I captured in Japan in 2019. The subject matter was a waterfall blessing of (or by?) a portable Shinto shrine.
It’s probably my best photograph (a moment of motion). But I was boymodding at the time, so I don’t feel authorship the way I want to. Maybe that’s an impossible goal to reach for—feeling authorship the way I want to—but that’s the goal just the same. 🥳
🥺 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.”
I'm loving all of the transfemme joy going on in my timeline, but I want to stop and let the transmascs know that they're amazing and worthy of celebrating as well.
You men and masc enbies are incredible and valid, and here's hoping that we all have a healthy and empowered 2023.
#trans #transJoy #transmasc #happyNewYear
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.
Speaking from experience, testosterone should be a controlled substance.
Ten years of meditation and reflection in a mountaintop temple should stand between people and power.
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