progress of pauline @pauline@myna.social

I'm never going to _enjoy_ sticking a long-ass needle in my thigh and my native squeamishness always drags the process out too long; still, each Saturday morning right after making the date with my endocrine system is when it most feels like accounts are settled, briefly, with the world and it might be possible to move on.

For most of the pandemic a bright green kite was stuck 100 feet up in the crown of a pine tree next door. Seeing it always bummed me out, it was a wrong state of affairs nobody could fix.

The atmospheric river finally just shook it loose into our yard. Turns out the bright green quality was owing to it being either a dragon or maybe a T. Rex (because arms).

We hung it on a gate where it flapped in the wind and freaked out the neighborhood cats. Next day it was gone. Could be the original owner has it back now; could be they’ve learned something about pine trees.

TUCSON, 1994 - Our protagonist is listening to “Alive” by Pearl Jam, doesn’t understand that the “she” in the first verse (mother) and the “she” in the second verse (lover) are presumptively different people and gets the same sick feeling occasioned by freaky stories on Usenet

The only Jeff Beck moment I actually ever got was also the only Antonioni moment I actually ever got. Rock on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSJGEn4FDys

Eight weeks post #ffs , no longer much swelling to speak of and nerve sensation making its slow return, but the most surprising thing about this mug has been the immediate and total cognitive overwrite of how I used to look. Unless my phone pops up with an alarming surprise from the photo library, it’s already very hard to recall that things were ever any other way.
#trans #transgender

Give him credit for “xenial” though, for a moment I thought us Xennials were being pandered to

Can’t believe he passed up the easy win of “queers over QAnon”

Esther Kinsky is my informant that London has mini tornados? Frequently? Had no idea God was this angry with Albion.

You know the planets are lined up when #transappreciationfriday falls on #TwelfthNight.

I'm Pauline (she/her). I spent my youth getting kiln-fired in #Tucson, #Arizona, now in the #BayArea; used to be an academic in the humanities, now write code during the day and fiction in the off hours, also some songwriting and home recording with guitars, but there's this whole ongoing struggle to get my singing voice repitched.

My most remarkable life stories all involve other people, and one of the most amazing is that my oldest and dearest friend is also a trans woman. It's been something to figure this all out alongside her as an other half to her Gemini.

Fig.1: restaurant washroom selfie, Fig 2: some hot gender-bent flirtation from Twelfth Night (Viola dressed as Cesario is supposed to be a proxy for the Duke; Olivia has other ideas).

Appreciation to all!

I just ingested a month of holiday music at the kid's skating rink and it's come back out as "Jingle Bell Time ist die allerbeste Zeit," please help.

Anne Enright. I was slow to read her, I guess because whatever summary I’d seen didn’t stand out, but the execution is so, so good (and much bleaker than I’d expected).