Oh yeah, I should tell y'all _what_ book kept me up til 3 am.
I was reading _The Fall of Doc Future_ (https://docfuture.tumblr.com/post/82363551272/fall-of-doc-future-contents), which is pretty great near-future posthuman superhero end-of-the-world stuff.
There's a lot more talking than punching, and the (not graphic, but frequent) sex scenes tell me a *lot* about the author's kinks, but it was great and I am going to try real hard to avoid staying up til 3am again with the sequel (also online).
Also, trans rights are human rights, pass it on.
There it is. I'm the boringest thing in the world: a straight, cis, white man. But at least I'm a straight, cis, white man who has actually considered, and not just accepted the defaults I was given by society.
And I'm also straight. There are men out there that I can recognize as attractive, but it's a purely asthetic thing, and I don't want to smooch them in the way I want to smooch women.
The results are actually totally boring. I'm a man. I like being a man. I am really comfortable in my masculinity (although I try to notice and avoid toxic masculinity, because being a man doesn't mean anyone who isn't is less than me).
So I have spent a lot of time this year really thinking about my gender, and how it feels to me, in a way that I never actually have before. And I'm in my 40s, so that's a while!
But a common theme seems to be "I didn't know I was trans until one day when I just opened my eyes". And I started to wonder, "Do I like this because it's also me?"
I discovered a new webcomic last night, and immediately binged the whole thing, so if ancient Greece, cute webcomics, or (spoiler?) happy trans characters is also your jam, check out http://pepsiaphobia.com/
I am about to get on an airplane for the first time in a year and a half.
Unfortunately, it's not for a fun reason: my youngest aunt was diagnosed with cancer and I want to see her before it's too late.
So I keep alternating between being freaked out about her, and about the plane.
Gonna be a long weekend.
Just woke up from a dream where I visited a new restaurant. Their food was so delicious, they refused to serve anyone without a doctor's note saying that they could handle the shock.
Of course, I was visiting from out of town, and didn't have a note, so I was trying to convince them to call and ask. it wasn't going well when I woke.