Bringing out the final bits of last year’s winter clothes and realizing that, A. Some fit much differently, or, B. Some have been outgrown entirely. Ooph. As someone who has been wearing the same sizes for years, it feels like a real quantifiable and outward-facing mark of progress.

Conflicting feelings on a server assuming I was with a group of built guys who arrived around the same time I did, vs the recoil I had to them asking “Oh, you’re here for that bros night?”

Flattered, I guess? But I have a visceral reaction to correct the record when heteronormativity is the default

I can claim retail therapy overall as a feel-good element given [gestures at the state of the world], but the real rush of buying new clothes is moving from mediums to larges or up a couple inches in my dress shirts. Score one for the impact of more intense workouts to relieve stress.

I never really got into the swing of Twitter when everyone started shifting around in the adult content shake-up, but, hey, here’s a new chance at that. I’m still (more or less) active on Tumblr, too.