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.