Doctor selecting an ICD-10 code to assign for gender dysphoria like shopping trim levels on his third car

Yeah the paint job on the F64.1 is worth the extra two grand but it doesn't have the improved handling package, so I might splurge for both and get the Point-Nine

Are you defetishizing your commodities or decommodifying your fetishes?

I may feel like an incompetent oaf but at least I'm not an incompetent oaf

Can I interest you in Ultimate Care 2 from Matmos (2016)?

One must eat said arrangements in a carefully balanced way, lest one's hunger disturb the superposition of their edibility

i.e. don't eat all the salami first or you're gonna softlock your charcuterie board

Setting aside the efficacy, the history, the tyrant Context...

Propaganda of the Deed is such a hard LP name

pic of myself wearing red dress with metal buttons down the front, face out of frame big ol smudge on the mirror too

Hey I made this

I think you hear a voice, at certain hours, when the mood is right, asking "are you ready to be hardcore?" And you know if you say yes that everything will change. And you will become hardcore. And though you do not know who you might become, in the hardcore life, you will not be diminished.

This is all to say, biking in the rain reminds me of the parts of being a man that I sincerely liked, and the ways those parts of me are still around

And biking in the rain, especially ill-dressed for it and heading home where I'm warm and safe so I don't have to worry about how wet I get, viscerally connects me straight back to 2019

Been a long time since I got on my bike to Get To A Place. I got a car when I got a job that needed me to have a car, and biking became a thing I did for enjoyment.

The loss here is that I stopped biking in the rain

Hey the Necrobinder already exists

She doesn't have to float. She does that to be Seen.

might i interest you in:

That's fine, the handler is the one who does the rearranging. Make it exactly the way you want it.

And by 'it' I mean, heh,

This is a place where every day you wake up you could experience everything from a new bunker being built through a new bunker being built.

You're a lucky bird because this could be about at least three people off the top of my head

3x7

any two points imply the third

Undying hatred for cars who incorrectly cede right of way to me when I'm on a bicycle.

The only thing that keeps me safe in the absence of a concrete bollard is your predictability. Don't be weird.

2x11

All that said, the tgirl solidarity in NYC is goddamn airtight

Seattle once again bringing up the rear in community spirit (my purpose in life is to change this)

My little theyboy husband seems to be unaffected, more power to them. I will miss them terribly and also am eager for the relief of my watery hometown with now two, count 'em 2(!) train lines

But if I lived in NYC full time I'd certainly fucking develop it. I love this hellscape town and it would be the death of me.

Being here feels like feeding my brain into a shredder and discovering that what comes out the other end is flower petals and cash

Buck briefly talks about her mental health:

I have the special somethin' that mental health professionals are unwilling to formally call bipolar 2 but also won't say is not bipolar 2

Going back another fiftyish million years to stand on the sandy shores waving fruitlessly at tiktaalik

No! Turn around! There's nothing for you here!

Time travelling back to the upper carboniferous to stand knee-deep in the vast warm swamp and shout the Single Great Truth:

the age of dragonflies begins now and does not end

1x23

2x2x2x3

brb writing a Greeble x Turpentine fic

2x13