I have a bit of shorthand with my doll friend: "That boy could never." Meaning, "I was so reserved and repressed as a boy. I made myself small to suit the needs of others. Now, I am bigger, I am more, *I am better*. That boy could never imagine the freedom I live my life with today."

*hugs, tightly*

It’s a process. And part of it is, I’ve found, centering the experience in yourself. You don’t transition for anyone but you. And any time you need to, you just go back to that principle. 💙

- A watermelon Red Bull
- A dill pickle Slim Jim
- An iPod Nano loaded with @tmbg.bsky.social “Apollo 18”, “The Spine” and “John Henry”
- A small stuffed phoenix

Saaaame. I rather enjoying seeing pretty trans women on my BSky timeline. :3

You… MOVE Miette!? You move her like the empty bowl! Oh! Oh! Jail for Mother! Jail for 1000 years!

I didn’t see him in any of the photos you took…

…so I think that means he definitely was there? Wait a minute.

Cute! 💙

They’re Good Puppers, Brent.

Something to think about.

You say that, but I have to counter: have you considered… *blanksword*?

Sir, a second wave of somnolescence has hit the area.

(For that matter, we’ve also decided that we’ll renew our vows at 10 years with a touch of ado— I think I’d like a nicer outfit this time…

Birdie and I held two ceremonies: a JOTP “officiant” in my hometown with just parents, for paperwork reasons, and a non-binding “family celebration” re-do at her parents’ house for those who needed an occasion to mark it.