Take hold of your divinity. Remake yourself in your own image. ( also I know the arm is whack don’t mention it)
same character, different font
I started T I don’t feel like talking about it with the people in my life because I’m scared they’ll think it’s the only thing I can’t talk or care about. I know that won’t happen but I’m cautious anyway. So here internet take my one week on t changes.
I am so tired. I know everyone talks about having more energy but I will sleep for like 10 hours, wake up still tired, and then fall asleep at noon. It’s crazy. I’ve never been a person who naps but now it’s all I want to do. Other than that there hasn’t been much. I’m pretty sure my acne is worse, and I might have a bit more mustache and stomach hair but. That’s it. Not much but still more than I expected to happen in a week. I’m pumped, but also exhausted. I might make this blog into a diary of sfw changes. Idk. I don’t really post anything anyway.
For the past few days some of the kids at my work have been telling my coworker (we’ll call him Sam for simplicity’s sake) has Sam disease but will not elaborate on what that means. Today they were at it again and told me that because I was standing next to him I caught it, and that only boys could catch it. My boss shut it down and made the kids apologize, but hearing this one kid validate my gender over and over made me so happy.
I grew up just north of an area with a major wildfire season so in august it was just like oh look the sky is orange, and it’s Smokey let’s put on masks and watch ash fall from the sky. It’s hot as hell and we don’t have AC, ok open the window, put a filter over the fan to try and clean the air as it circulates, and hope this doesn’t kill us before climate change does. We have bigger things to worry about than sales tax being unstandardized.
we should make fun of americans more. why dont their shops include tax in the price tag. like how much does this item cost? its a surprise :)
You don’t have to reblog or like just know we’re here. And we’re standing with you. You’re one of us, brother in arms, king. You will never be alone. I love you.
Today I had my first day of work and a kid came up to me with a fortune teller and gave me the fortune “ you will be a boy”. So my transition is backed by middle school fortune tellers.