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whining about needles
how the FUCK do i get over my fear of needles for injections.
I've been doing this shit for 4 months at this point and I still cannot do it myself (my girlfriend has injected me every time) and today I cried like a fucking child because i was so frustrated i couldn't do my injection because my anxiety was so high.
I hate this but I don't want to do any other form goddamn it.
Maybe i should switch to subcutaneous from intramuscular but i already have like 5 dozen syringes and filter needles.
God this sucks i feel so stupid
in that gender zone where im like 'but what is a woman then? Gender is just a construct, so what even is this?' then i realize that i didn't fall out of a coconut tree and I exist in the context of all in which I live and what came before me
DRUMROLL FOR MY BLOODWORK RESULTS:
Estrogen: Way too high, dosage cut
Testosterone: they forgot to check???
????
Reading some article, googling a women, oh she's trans, oh she,s my age, oh we came out at the same time, oh she's loved and supported by her community, oh she's been given countless opportunities because of coming out, oh gee, oh no
anyway i might shower for the first time this week, protip dont read the news, do not turn on the television
really awful horrifying sexual trauma processing ft Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl
Weirdly, despite the fact I stopped having rejection-sensitivity-fueled breakdowns about A Novels, I find Paul is still giving me psychic damage, maybe more now than before. Not in an obvious way, but to where it fucks with my mental state and makes me wobbly and weird and anxious and worried.
Literally I think what's happening is that, to an extent, some certain depictions of sex acts between men will fucking freak me out. My ex and I were both ostensibly sad little gay boys when we met, so uh there was a lot of that, and a lot of that did not stop when transition started, which is where the trauma mixes in. The only memories I have of "male sexuality" (as in ostensibly being a guy during sex) and the associated terms and acts are horrible and traumatising. I guess it's to the point where when similar things show up in a weirdbook, psychic damage.
This makes sense since I have not really read gay-dude sex before, this is kind of the first time, Paul is a lovely complicated little weird thing. But it's kind of fucking lame and I don't really love the idea that certain kinds of sex just EXISTING will trigger my fucking trauma, that really distresses me. I guess that's reality though? So here's to not reading about dudes having sex I guess...
I hate this, this is terrible, I've been feeling really good about all the sex stuff recently, but I guess it makes sense I would stumble into "damage" at some point. Blegh...
I have a confession, I don't know any of you lol
I don't read your usernames, I don't even look at your pfps. If I start to recognize you by your pfp and you change it, you're like a new person to me.
I feel like I've repeated myself a few times but that's cause I don't know who I'm talking to. As far as I know, you're a brand new person every time unless we're in replies and even then, if there's a new comment by you and I replied to the new one - I dunno who you are lol. Sorry if I repeated myself to you but I've been doing this for like 4 years and I don't anticipate anything changing
i on the other hand neurotically catalogue each username and my interactions with the user 
i cant stop
Woke up at 8am today even though I had alarms set for 11am, guess work habits die hard. I also woke up again at 10am because MY SHITTY DOG WAS GOING ALL 
MODE OUT IN THE HALLWAY BLEGH
I feel groggy and moody and gay. I demand compensation from the state for these crimes.
Good morning, cha--
Anyway there are two wolves inside me, one says "sexcomm NOW!!! sexmega NOW!!!!" and the other says "THE VOLCEL PEOPLE'S VANGUARD ARE ON THE SCENE!!" I did not get any awooga replies shockingly, just some boring fuckin cishets. A comm like that should be defederated though, to stop lemmitors sliding in and making Sexy Sexxers of Sexxit style dumb jokes.
I always hesitate on injection day even though it's going to be fine and it's not gonna hurt that bad and I'm just being a baby.
i have to go to bed. tomorrow i am going to PP and we're going to be discussing my hormone levels before and after starting HRT!
Making me work on weekends is transphobia actually
I threw away about 80% of my wardrobe, I want to go for a more nonbinary wardrobe. Anyone has useful resources and such? For summer weather, I have to add, it's hot here and I feel it limits me quite a lot in this regard as I don't like showing skin that much. Clothes here are very expensive so I was looking to get some stuff over from Temu as I've gotten things from there before. I'm completely garbage at color theory or basic fashion
edit: and fashion advice in general, I always said I go for the practical looks but don't want to look bad
Parents misgendering me again. 
I donβt have the heart to correct them, Iβm moving out in a few months.
Hopefully the next time they see me they will feel stupid ever having done it.
I've barely contributed to this thread today and that's 
anyway, today was a great day
>wake up
>hair is still curly
BLESSED BY SCRUNCHIES AND POWERED BY JOJOBA OIL, CURLY HAIR SUPREMACY
t4t transbianism is the most pure acts possible
~~besides the constant sex but thats pure too~~
transgemder.
I managed to get up before the afternoon today for the first time in weeks. it was because i had to for a psych appointment, but still pleased with myself. it wasn't even that hard to get up!
I got prescribed a new antidepressant, escitalopram, at the appointment. i have mixed feelings about antidepressants and have been very wary of them after a couple of negative experiences, but my depression has been so all-encompassing since the start of this year that I feel like I need something. also I wanna go back on prog, I had to stop it because it made my depression and mood swings worse but I'm hoping with the mood stabiliser/antidepressant in the mix it will have a better effect on me. so I'm gonna start taking those two things this week, wish my brain and boobs luck comrades:)
I have spent the entire day arguing with liberals on reddit, I regret nothing because I dunked hard on them
Dressposting #2
Today's dress is Henrietta's Victorian Doll OP!
As you can see, this one comes in two lengths, as is pretty normal for lolita brands to do. Of the two I prefer the short, but that's pretty normal for my preference since I like to get a little more leg visible so the socks can get some attention.
The dress itself is lovely of course, the theming is obviously historic so this falls under classic lolita, which means it's exactly my sorta shit since I'm particularly interested in that style. This one is actually quite similar to another, much cheaper dress I already own so I won't get it (+ I'm poor like usual anyways), it's currently on its reservation period if anyone is interested though!
I adore the ruffled skirt of this one, it's so pretty and looks so fun to twirl around in~
God and the bonnet! The lace motif they have here is gorgeous, and it pops so nicely on the dark red version. The lace motifs look phenomenal around the waist too. And it's all tied together with that lovely brooch and bow to draw the eye when you're closer up.
Wtf there's a picture limit? How dare they try to stop me.
I felt creative today and made a collage celebrating Hexbear. I'm excited to share it but unfortunately I can't post it until tomorrow for reasons that'll become clear soon. All I can do now is wait and do my best to leave it alone and try not to waste my whole night obsessively tweaking small details that don't need it.
I got a really cheap rowing machine today. Got it assembled and did a 1km row at the medium setting. Holy shit am I out of shape. 
these christian coming of age parties are fucking dead 
barely know anyone here and dont feel like starting convos with strangers, atleast my goth getup is hella cool 
people constantly go on about the eroticism of food, but when i ask to be referred to as "chef" and have my commands acknowledged with "oui, chef" suddenly i'm the weird one
>wife finishes Nevada
>says she liked it and wanted more
MY POWERS ARE INCREASING
check the stupid 4chan femcel transfem dating app again out of boredom
like 8 people messaged me
half of them are brainwormed
the ones that aren't are super sexual and I know that won't mesh well with me
I should probably just try a real app at this point
I just realised that I have not heard someone say my name irl in over a month. And even online its only been in two conversations. Weird how this hurts more now than it used to, although I guess that's to be expected since I've gotten used to actually being out.
Dysphoria and shitty flatmates
spoiler
This evening is a queer meet-up, but I am feeling dysphoric, don't know if I'll go. I know self isolation is bad, maybe I'll feel different after the shower and a second shave.
Also I am so happy I'll leave my flatmate behind in a week, she yesterday implied that my lack of attachment to this shitty flat is, cause of my "male socialisation", or what she actually said: cause I am "mannish". She had an almost nervous breakdown over an electric kettle once, in comparison to that, I am the buddah.
