Just been reminded of another of my all-time favourites, Ian Curtis rides a rollercoaster...

I have resorted to being mean right back; it doesn't feel good but I am so tired of being "Miss [DEADNAME]" on the phone that they can go ahead and call me crabby on my chart if it makes that bullshit stop!

I already had to fire my docs at Northwestern this week because as a trans person I am not going to be comfortable seeking services there anymore, so if everyone else could work with me on the whole "keeping me alive" plan I'd really appreciate it

I am begging gay people to get back to hating rich people

Lord knows it would be the first time.

A song can change your life! The person who sang it might still be an asshole.

Without fail! I don't know who told everyone at the office to guess at people's genders based on their voices, but it was a bad call!!!!

I never would have tried Ethiopian food if you hadn't told me it was an option!

"Thanks for calling about your trans health care! Sorry we forgot to call in your testosterone refill, anything else we can do for you Miss [REDACTED]?"

Yeah, say that sentence back to yourself real slowly and then apologize for making me do this little song-and-dance every time i call you?

This is the dialectic every writer must hold in their heart: the need to validate one's own work vs the fact that outside validation is still very nice sometimes

you're so fucking cute, god DAMN it